two.
The other soldiers took an involuntary step
back as their comrade was ripped apart. Jin paced around the dead
man then looked at the other men who gripped the hilts of their
swords nervously before pouncing among them. It only took moments
for the small encampment of soldiers to be destroyed by the massive
animal. Once they were all dead, Jin didn’t move on, he walked from
body to body smelling each corpse until he found something that
caught his nose and using his massive jaws ripped into the dead
man’s torso ripping out large chunks of meat.
As Bren watched the large cat, he started to
understand why his father never felt comfortable in the presence of
such a creature. It was truly hard to believe that the large cat
was the same gentle man he had talked to only that morning.
Bren shook the thoughts from his mind and
searched for his other friends among the crowded forest.
He found Faye first, who unlike Jin, worked
alongside a group of seven other soldiers. The men she was with
intrigued him a bit, as unlike the others, they wore no armor and
instead wore tight dark blue clothing. The group moved through the
trees as if they were wild animals—easily at home in the treetops
as they were on the forest floor. Faye walked below them, her eyes
darting to them every few moments. She stopped when they did and
only moved when they did.
When they neared a large encampment of
soldiers, one of the soldiers dropped from the tree tops and landed
a few meters away from Faye and spoke with her briefly. Bren wished
that he could hear what was being said, but not even his magic was
strong enough to make voices carry that far along the wind. For a
moment he tried to enhance his own hearing, but when he did, the
sound of the people near him breathing drowned out anything he
might glean from the forest below. After giving up trying to hear
what was being said, Bren went back to watching the group as they
circled around the large camp of more than two dozen Brotherhood
soldiers.
Faye had never felt so nervous before in her
life. She knew what she was supposed to do, but she had never taken
a direct part in a battle before, and the few times she had seen
something killed before this trip, was when her grandfather had
taken her hunting. She had never taken a liking to those trips and
hated the look on the deer’s face when they were dead. To her, it
was almost as if their large black eyes asked her why they had to
die, and the first time, she still remembered crying late into the
night. This time though, she wouldn’t simply be watching, and it
wasn’t animals they were hunting.
A shiver ran down Faye’s back when she
remembered the small encounter they had when they had first arrived
in Northern Kurt. It had happened so fast then, and she had snuck
away and cried late into the night afterwards even though she had
remained hidden during the whole battle.
She let her magic flow over her body as she
nervously gripped the hilt of her small dagger. Once she was sure
that no one could see her, Faye moved out from her hiding spot and
walked through the trees toward where the soldiers slept.
A third of the solders remained awake, some
sat around the fire while the others walked the perimeter of the
camp, looking for anything or anyone. Every time one of her feet
touched the ground, the noise they made sounded like falling trees
to her ears, and she kept looking around to make sure no one else
had heard. The closer she came to the first sentry, the more
nervous she felt.
Taking a deep breath, Faye grabbed the man by
the mouth as she slid the blade over his throat. A small gasp
escaped the man’s mouth, and Faye heard the sound of blades being
drawn as her stomach began to wrap in knots.
Her breath coming hard and fast, Faye looked
around to see that the soldiers were looking around for the
assailant. The fact that she hadn’t been noticed didn’t help calm
her nerves nor the retching of her stomach.
The soldiers quickly woke
The other soldiers took an involuntary step
back as their comrade was ripped apart. Jin paced around the dead
man then looked at the other men who gripped the hilts of their
swords nervously before pouncing among them. It only took moments
for the small encampment of soldiers to be destroyed by the massive
animal. Once they were all dead, Jin didn’t move on, he walked from
body to body smelling each corpse until he found something that
caught his nose and using his massive jaws ripped into the dead
man’s torso ripping out large chunks of meat.
As Bren watched the large cat, he started to
understand why his father never felt comfortable in the presence of
such a creature. It was truly hard to believe that the large cat
was the same gentle man he had talked to only that morning.
Bren shook the thoughts from his mind and
searched for his other friends among the crowded forest.
He found Faye first, who unlike Jin, worked
alongside a group of seven other soldiers. The men she was with
intrigued him a bit, as unlike the others, they wore no armor and
instead wore tight dark blue clothing. The group moved through the
trees as if they were wild animals—easily at home in the treetops
as they were on the forest floor. Faye walked below them, her eyes
darting to them every few moments. She stopped when they did and
only moved when they did.
When they neared a large encampment of
soldiers, one of the soldiers dropped from the tree tops and landed
a few meters away from Faye and spoke with her briefly. Bren wished
that he could hear what was being said, but not even his magic was
strong enough to make voices carry that far along the wind. For a
moment he tried to enhance his own hearing, but when he did, the
sound of the people near him breathing drowned out anything he
might glean from the forest below. After giving up trying to hear
what was being said, Bren went back to watching the group as they
circled around the large camp of more than two dozen Brotherhood
soldiers.
Faye had never felt so nervous before in her
life. She knew what she was supposed to do, but she had never taken
a direct part in a battle before, and the few times she had seen
something killed before this trip, was when her grandfather had
taken her hunting. She had never taken a liking to those trips and
hated the look on the deer’s face when they were dead. To her, it
was almost as if their large black eyes asked her why they had to
die, and the first time, she still remembered crying late into the
night. This time though, she wouldn’t simply be watching, and it
wasn’t animals they were hunting.
A shiver ran down Faye’s back when she
remembered the small encounter they had when they had first arrived
in Northern Kurt. It had happened so fast then, and she had snuck
away and cried late into the night afterwards even though she had
remained hidden during the whole battle.
She let her magic flow over her body as she
nervously gripped the hilt of her small dagger. Once she was sure
that no one could see her, Faye moved out from her hiding spot and
walked through the trees toward where the soldiers slept.
A third of the solders remained awake, some
sat around the fire while the others walked the perimeter of the
camp, looking for anything or anyone. Every time one of her feet
touched the ground, the noise they made sounded like falling trees
to her ears, and she kept looking around to make sure no one else
had heard. The closer she came to the first sentry, the more
nervous she felt.
Taking a deep breath, Faye grabbed the man by
the mouth as she slid the blade over his throat. A small gasp
escaped the man’s mouth, and Faye heard the sound of blades being
drawn as her stomach began to wrap in knots.
Her breath coming hard and fast, Faye looked
around to see that the soldiers were looking around for the
assailant. The fact that she hadn’t been noticed didn’t help calm
her nerves nor the retching of her stomach.
The soldiers quickly woke
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