((update 8.8. 07)) Awakening
Rue:
Hey, I´m finally working on updates! University and worked killed my time. :(
Rue:
PART 9: MYSTERE
„Magic?!“ I shrugged, stating the obvious and so answering his probably rhetorical question. The moss under my feet seemed to be cushiony, soft enough for me to sit down without further tormenting my buttocks. „Whatever it was, I hope it´s not clever enough to follow us. Though I fear it mi… might.“ The sharp and immediate pain that run through my body when I sat down forced me to gasp for breath and broke the last word in two. I bit my lip in a successfull attempt not to make a sound. For all it was worth, I wouldn´t give him the pleasure to see he had really hurt me. It was not the sore, seemingly swollen skin, uncomfortably hot under my leather pants, what bothered me the most. The sharp bulk of his knee against my stomach had been extremely painful as he spanked me, and the more I´d been trying to get away, the more strenght he needed to push me down. Now all the things inside that were still healing felt like an open wound, aching and oddly unstable. Somehow I expected to start falling apart in any minute. That, or the nausea would soon overcome me and force me to puke out my intestines.
The har was saying something, and with a surprise, I realised I couldn´t really make out what it was. The sound of his voice mingled with the whispers of trees, howling of a lonely wolf somewhere beyond the hills and other sounds of the forest, creating a rich cacophony that seemed to be coming to me from a distant place several miles away. Not noise to take notice of, but background, an aftertaste of something that had been said somewhere else long before, and it reached my ears in form of an echo, carried by the breeze. I hugged my knees, furiously shivering. I knew I shouldn´t be feeling so cold… The night was warm and embraced by the trees, no breeze could get through to me. Maybe fever or shock.
„It must have been a powerful magic. Surely there aren´t many beings capable of such… complete destruction…“ I muttered, thinking aloud. Even my voice seemed to me strangely distant and somehow distorted, and I knew that if I hadn´t know what I was saying, I wouldn´t be able to understand my words either. The captain´s tan face was oddly white in the moonlight and for a while I watched it disappearing a cloud of glowing fog. His whole body was moving away from me, slowly but persistently, until he was no more than a white spot, the lune of his face nearly pleasant to look at now that I couldn´t see the stuck up facial expression. „Who would waste such a power on our little village? You said it yourself… you said it was of no importance… yet important enough to be swept off the face of the Earth?“ Try as I might, I simply couldn´t grasp this, and a faint voice kept crying „why“ somewhere at the bottom of my mind. We´d never done any harm to a living being, not to my knowledge.
“If you wish death upon yourself, you’ll be coming back as an earthworm.“
I lifted my head just a bit, trying to focus my sight. Hadn´t I heard that before? I wasn´t sure. „Not an earthworm“, I uttered slowly, coping with every word, „I´ll come back as a huge mosquito and I´ll be tormenting you every fucking night.“
“Naughty, naughty, Desperado. Do you know what we do to naughty harlings?”
His lips weren´t moving. Yet I kept hearing him say those things. „No!!!“ His surprised face gave me my answer. Perhaps he hadn´t really been talking at all since the moment we collapsed on the ground. It wasn´t him drifting away in fog. It was me. I shouldn´t be going crazy after such a short time, but I was positively sure that soon the insects I kept seeing during the last few days in bed would come back, too, and I could vividly imagine their tiny hairy legs creeping over my new satin skin and the buzz of their wings as they swarmed around my head. Maybe it was just the exhaustion… perhaps after an hour of sleep – or two – I could think clearly again… But sleep was comfort I couldn´t afford right now.
Of course, sitting down had been a very, very bad idea from the start. While running for life, I had gotten beyond the point of exhaustion, and I knew that nothing mattered anymore, I could be authomatically moving like that forever, if only I hadn´t stopped. Once I broke up the flight, I would never find the energy necessary to resume the pace… or to get up, at that matter. All my limbs were heavy, tied down to the ground, and I found it an immense effort to move them just an inch or two. Finally, I got the idea to use the trunk to prop myself up and slowly achieve a more or less upright position. One of the dry branches broke off as I struggled to get up and I bent down to lift it. It was quite straight, long anough to serve me as a stick, and the right fit for my hand.
„Right“, I said, surprised that his figure, slowly raising from the grass, managed to float back and was now just several feet away from where I stood, „it seems that we´re in this together, no matter if we want it or not. Let´s just get a few things cleared before we get going again. Firstly, theres a fine line between aruna and pelki. I hope you know better than to cross it. Secondly, don´t call me sweetheart. It´s wishful thinking on your end. Thirdly…“ in a breath, I pulled out a dagger – which I was certain he hadn´t known I was hiding – and pressed it against his groin for half a second, „don´t ever dare to beat me up again, or else I´ll castrate you.“
I made the dagger disappear and tried if I could walk with the stick, quite happy with the outcome. „Fourthly, there´s a large clearing about twenty minutes of slow walk through the wood, and a corral where we keep our spare horses. I suggest that we snatch two before whatever evil ate the village gets them too.“
After a few steps, I realized that the stick I was leaning on suddenly felt somehow slimey in my hand, threatening to slide out. I stopped to look at it and froze on the spot, screaming. There was a snake in my hand, a cobra, twisting and turning, trying to reach my wrist with a pair of sharp poisonous fangs. „Did you… see that?“ I cast the thing away, turning back towards the captain. Reading his face, I didn´t even have to wait for the answer. He hadn´t. I searched the bushes for the stick, and it was there, just a dry branch. Nothing more.
UlaumeSarestes:
I cannot repeat often enough just how much I love this!
gdayars:
Update please? :)
Rue:
Quote from: gdayars;672364
Update please? :)
Yeah I would....but after installing Seasons, the game became unplayable. Apparently GeForce graphic card is not compatible with AtmAthlon processor and it constantly freezes and even reboots the pc...:hammer:
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