Monday 30 January 2017

7.Counterstrike?

The General was fuming with rage.Such humiliation he'd been subjected to..and that too from a puny Wolf Rider.It had been several hours since he had been captured,and yet..he hadn't seen so much as even a shadow of someone from the One Army.
He wondered in true amazement how people could neglect their leader thus.
Maybe,he thought, they had been waiting all along to eliminate him and take his position as leader...

When he got back after this..unpleasant business,the General decided,he was going to weed out quite a few people from his Army..The Bedouin twins for instance..Oh what headaches they gave him,always asking questions and never obeying him..

The Dark Witch wasn't going to like how things had gone..it was certain that she'd punish atleast some of the people who were responsible for his fate..

...And that was when the Wolf Rider had blacked out and fallen to the ground.

The General was puzzled,yet happy about this bit of good fortune.

If only he could get these damned wretched ropes off his hands and legs..
The General sat down and began to bite at the cords binding his limbs together..to get them off.It was a painful exercise, but right now,it had to be done.He gritted his teeth trying to break the ropes that had dug into his skin,and kept going on,not relenting to the pain.

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It had been raining for a long time then.Mirōven gently nudged Shadowfoot and told him to move slowly,for the ground was still slippery.
The light had caught his attention first.And then he'd entered the flaming cottage..in a corner was Maria..and Cassandra with her body wrapped around her daughter,as though in a desperate attempt to save her daughter from the hunger of greedy flames.

He had called out to them,even risked the flames and gone up to them,hoping to find a tiny sign of life,a little movement..something....anything.But no,that wasn't how it was to be.They were already gone.

Mirōven looked desperately for a third body..beneath the scorched furniture and bricks.His elder daughter,Laura had been ill and bedridden for a long time now..and had most definitely been in no condition to escape.Her body had to be there.He was sure of it.

A huge section of the wall collapsed and Mirōven stopped looking.He wiped his face-a mixture of soot,sweat and tears as he looked one last time at the place where he had no more any reason to return to.The place that had held his only hopes.The only place that had ever been Home.

Suddenly,a searing pain coursed through his body and Mirōven woke up with a start.And looked up into the eyes of the General standing over him,his dagger poised high in his hands and eyes gleaming with venomous malice.

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