Snap! I blinked and looked around me, trying to discern where the sound came from but it was darker than the wrong side of a steed's ass in these woods and I was unable to tell left from right, or up from down, let alone where that noi-
Snap! Son of a. . . Where was that coming from? This is not good, Sylia the Fear does not get caught unawares.
Snap! Snap! Snap! "Hello? Who is out there, I can hear you breaking twigs. You aren't a good tail." Truth be told, I had no idea what was being broken. For all I knew it could have been bones being snapped by one of the orcs that surely inhabited these woods. The people in Ryllishkuv said that there are those bigger than a house here.
Snap! That one was closer, I know it. By this time I had my pole arm gripped so tight in my hand that for all I know that noise could have been my weapon breaking. This was turning out to be a very long night.
Where in the High Court is that coming from? I can't see any better than a deaf bat out here, nor can I make heads or tails of which way is which. Can this get any worse? One thing you learn very fast in the field is this: "The last thing that you want to do is wonder if things can possibly get any worse. Because the minute that you do, they always will."
Of course, I seem to be an idiot when it comes to following rules, maybe that's why my parents did not want me and my Master left me for dead.
I barely managed to get out of the way before a huge tree, probably the size of a small house, fell to the ground split in half by lightning as it started pouring down rain drops the size of a tod's fist.
It was than that I decided it was time for me to find a tree to hide under, the only problem was that I had no idea where a tree was right now. I still could only see as well as a mule ass. To make matters worse, I still had no idea what the annoying snapping was.
"You know, for someone with the title 'The Fear' you sure make a lot of noise when you are in these woods. I've been following you for the better part of a thousand paces and you 'aven't been able to 'ear me over your own to feet. Aren't you killers silent or something?"
Damnit, that was me making that noise? I must not be as good as I thought. Maybe that's why I haven't heard anyone. I've been to damn busy making noise myself! I stopped, though never let my guard down now. If this man, surely it had to be so with a voice so deep, waited to reveal himself how could not trust him.
"'Ey girl, where you 'eading anyway? These orcs out 'ere, they'll eat you alive girl. I think you best be coming with me, just to keep you safe." Something in that man's voice told me that he did not want to keep me safe. Man, this just kept getting worse and worse. It was then I made the decision that would change my life forever. . .
"Look you orc bastard because I am only going to say this once. I'm not going anywhere with you. Why should I anyway, so that you can eat me? You've got a better chance of the Court deeming you worthy to wed the High Princess."
"Girl, I wasn't givin' you no choice now. Come 'ere!"
One of the last things I saw before I lost consciousness was the orc hitting me in the forehead with a hammer as big as me. Then I saw that same orc being run through by what looked like to be a human male, but with the eyes of a dragon and what looked like scales over part of their bodies but with my vision failing there was no way to be entirely sure.
Upon waking I found myself in a camp, with these same dragon and human hybrid creatures as the one that saved me. It seemed rude, but the only thing I could think of is that these type of beings were supposed to be long since gone. Extinct, dead. Obliterated even. Apparently I voiced every last bit of that thought too, because I got dirty looked from the entire camp, and an answer.
"Aye, we were supposed to be dead. Long ago as you asked, yet here we are." Well one of them seemed to not want to tear me apart, the only problem with that was that it also meant everyone else looked like they did want to kill me for asking.
"We thought you would never wake, you had been out for the better part of a moon cycle, the Elder thought you were dead." By the way he talked, the first one to speak was the Elder. He was also the one that saved me.
What a night Sylia, what a night. . .