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Monday, November 18, 2013

Times Forgotten (Post Three)

Alec realized that he was more nervous now than he had been in a very long time.  Numerous battles had come and gone, his life dangling on a wire many-a-time, and still they could not match the tension that had seeped into him now.  He had to remind himself to breath, slowly and evenly, or else he would never be able to react in time should something actually happen.  He glanced back off into the darkness.  Now is not the time to forget his training.

Alec returned his gaze forward, only it was no longer what had been there before.  Instead he found himself looking back into the trees where that darkness waited.  He shuddered and closed his eyes but when he opened them, nothing had changed.  Then he realized that the horse was gone.  Baldrik was no longer beside him on the bench.  Instead it was just him, alone, surrounded by ancient trees and looking straight into the darkness now looming ahead.  A darkness that was now seemingly alive and creeping forward.

He tried to call out, but his voice failed him.  In fact, his entire body was rooted to the spot.  His sword sat in his lap, hand on the pommel, but he could will nothing to move.  Instead he sat, transfixed on the now smoke-like shadows.  Tendrils twined and snaked, disturbed by an unfelt breeze, as they wormed their way forward.  A subtle hiss could be heard as dropped pine needles scattered in the passing.

Suddenly it was cold, colder than any winter storm Alec had felt.  His breath puffed unsteadily in the chill but his brow continued to bead sweat.  His fingers twitched uselessly over his sword.  Still the smoke rolled forward.  He could smell it now, like stale air trapped for far too long.  His vision began to blur as his eyes watered from the cold.

Soon it stopped, a smoky wall swirling no more than an arm's length from where Alec sat frozen in his seat.  His past rolled through his head.  He thought of all the times that he should have been dead, all the wounds that he had taken in the service of his king.  It stung him that, after it was all said and done, he should leave this world in such a helpless state.  His teeth gritted as he stared the darkness down.  The least he could do was look death in the face.

Suddenly, many hands shot out of the smoke like snakes.  Grey, peeling skin rasped like leaves as their long, spindly fingers grabbed at Alec, pulling him off his seat and hoisting him into the air.  A strange face slowly rose from the smoke, gaunt skin was pulled tight over too-high cheekbones and a long, narrow chin.  Silver teeth glistened from under parched lips, and shriveled lids hung over empty eye sockets.  Wisps of grey smoke curled from every orifice.

It rose slowly, shoulders sharp and angular soon leaning forward, bringing the face inches from Alec's.  He could feel his body trembling despite his best wishes.  Hands moved to cradle the weapons master's head, forcing him to look deep into the dry, empty sockets of the creature.

"Blood of the Haz'Raith, soul of the Redkin.  Mountains shall fall in his passing.  Dust to those who follow."  It drew him closer still, its nails digging into his temples as silver teeth began to gnash.  Then it was gone.

Alec's vision blurred and he slumped.  He was aware of being shaken, but not much else.  For a few brief seconds in his stupor he thought the creature had come back.  Instinct took over and he threw a fist, guessing as best as he could where his foe was.  It made contact with a crack and a yowl.  And oddly human yowl.

He shook his head and did his best to blink the haze away.  As his vision slowly cleared he could make out men surrounding him.  His second in command, Kalif, sat back a few feet nursing a bloody nose.  A steady stream of curses could be heard coming from him.

"What happened?"  Alec rubbed his bruised knuckles with his other hand.  He was still a little light headed from his ordeal.

"You damn near leveled Kalif, sir."  The casual reply received a few snickers from the group of men standing around.

"You'd be out cold if it had been you!"  Kalif's retort was muffled through blood and his hands.  The men laughed.

"No, no.  I see that, and I am truly sorry Kalif, but what happened?  How did I get here?"  He looked past the men to see that they were in a clearing somewhere in the younger, outer layers of the forest.  Neither the cart or Baldrik were anywhere in sight.  "Where is Firehammer?"

"Firehammer is fine.  After you disappeared, he steered the cart to the camp and got us out looking for you."  Alec had always kept and easy air with his closest men and so they felt confident speaking to him as an equal.  His ability to keep level with them is part of what gained him such great respect in the ranks.  "As to how you got here?  We were hoping that you could tell us."

The men became serious and all eyes turned to him.  Alec firmed his jaw and stood, if a bit shakily, with the aid of the tree at his back.  "I can't rightly say what happened.  I'm not even sure if I know myself.  I have no memory of ending up here, or even leaving the cart for that matter."  He turned to look back into the forest, a brief shudder running through him, but he checked it before his men could notice.  "Though I suppose the important thing is that Baldrik is safe.  For now, let us return to camp and prepare for the night.  We leave at dawn tomorrow."

His men snapped their heels in attention and saluted before turning back towards camp.  Kalif, still covering his nose with a bloody cloth, waited behind with Alec.  "Sir, forgive me, but are sure that you are alright?"

"That I am, Kal."  He put a hand on his second's shoulder in reassurance.  "I don't know what happened, but a little food and some rest will have me back to top shape."  He looked around again, absently rubbing his chin in thought.  "On that note, where exactly are we?"  All he could see were trees beyond the clearing.  Any smoke from the camp was still hidden by the canopy above.

"We're about a half mile south east of the camp right now.  It's a fairly easy walk"  Kal gestured in the direction of the camp as he spoke.


"Then we best get back.  I need to talk to Firehammer immediately."  Alec took a step and stumbled, still feeling weaker than he expected to.  Kal caught him and supported him by his shoulders.  With his second's aid, Alec started towards the trees again in silence.  He had a lot to think about, and many unanswered questions floated through his head.  Hopefully Baldrik would be able to shed some light for him.

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