Wayward

by Ronald Long

  "Holve..."

  "We are going to need to be very cautious about how we go about our departing from here," said Holve as he stepped into the room.

  He wore a look of both surprise and anger.

  "That man is Androlion, a former elder of the Southern Republic and for good reason. He was removed from his post for his radical ideas about racial cleansing, basically what we've just witnessed in Weyfield. This is going to get tricky quickly."

  "You mean he's the one telling people to kill other races?" Blume asked him.

  "Yes, I believe he is Blume, but we shouldn't go..."

  But before he could finish his sentence, Blume was out the door and back into the hallway.

  Quickly the two men followed her. Holve was whispering as loud as he dared, "Blume! Get back here!"

  "We need to hear what they're up to if we're going to stop them!" she whispered over her back as she crept down the hallway.

  She lowered herself to the ground at the door where Holve had stopped as they made their way to their own room. Holve and Ealrin exchanged a glance, but then positioned themselves next to the door as well.

  Ealrin pressed his ear to the door silently.

  "...doesn't matter that we are not where we would like to be, the time to act will be very soon. Our friends from the west have begun what I pray will be distraction enough to throw most of the Southern Republic's attention towards the southern part of the peninsula, leaving us to do what must be done in Conny."

  There was a general murmur of agreement and then one man spoke up, Ealrin thought it was the long haired man from below.

  "Sir, about the amulet you had requested we look into finding..."

  "Yes I'm aware that you have failed to bring it to me, but it is of little importance now. It will be harder to trace after the rebellion has begun, but I do imagine that it will surface again when the time is right. Believe me, however, I will not be as tolerant should you fail me again in the future Darius."

  There was a moment of quiet. Ealrin could barely make out some reshuffling of chairs and bodies. Apparently it was quite uncomfortable in the room at the moment.

  "Sir," said the voice that belonged to Xaxes. "The amulet being lost was my fault. I did not do my due diligence..."

  "Enough Xaxes. I'll not have you taking the blame for what is truly the responsibility of the group."

  Ealrin assumed that the one doing most of the talking at that moment belonged to the man who had walked in and was followed by the others to this room. He had no idea who he might be, though he was ceratin that Holve knew full well who he was. He also knew that they were seeking an amulet and planning something in Conny, the capital of the Southern Republic. Were these men going to attempt to burn down that city as well? And what purpose would that serve?

  "Sir, when you have risen to power..."

  "They'll be no talk of that until all is..."

  Blume had made a tiny squeak. A man had just walked up from the stairs below. Ealin had been so intent on listening to the conversation that he didn't even pay attention to the sound of him coming up the stairs.

  And there they stood, Holve and Ealrin, ears pressed to the door while Blume kept watch. The man shouted, "Hey! What are you doing there!"

  And at that moment, the man named Verde opened the door to the room and stared down at them, for he was taller than even Holve by a head.

  Ealrin acted without thinking. He kicked as hard as he could, sending Verde back enough steps to allow Holve to close the door. Ealrin grabbed up Blume and ran toward the man who had shouted at him, shoving him down the stairs.

  The three of them fell into a heap at the bottom on the floor of the inn. Holve picked up Ealrin by the scruff of his shirt, and Ealrin grabbed Blume.

  And with that the three of them raced out of the inn, with the shouts of a group of men following closely behind them.

  Chapter 22:

  A Quick Getaway

  Ealrin held onto Blume's hand tightly as he followed Holve through the streets of Breyland. It was a much larger city than Good Harbor or even Weyfield, as least as best as Ealrin could guess Weyfield was.

  They darted from one street to the next. The moon had risen enough to light their path through the streets and every now and then a city lantern guided their path as well. Every now and then they had been forced to hide in an alleyway as someone went past, running and yelling for them. Each time they did, Ealrin held his breath for fear of being caught. While he and Holve could easily deal with a few raiders, the idea of having the entire camp come down on them if they were deemed dangerous enough was not appealing at the time. He would rather escape with what they know now rather than risk any more close calls.

  It had been some time since they had heard the shouts of those behind them, but now they feared staying in the city. Perhaps they did not hear the shouting because they had gone back to get more help to find them?

  "If we give them time to comb the streets with their thugs, we'll be found out for sure. And Androlion will know who I am," sad Holve. "We had best get out of the city and up to Thoran as quickly as possible."

  Ealrin agreed, but on foot that would take too long. Then, as they rounded another corner, they came too another inn, a little smaller than the Guilded Mare. The trio hid in an alley way just before it as two men came riding their horses down the opposite end of the street. They talked in loud voices.

  "I hope they find us another city to torch soon!"

  "Ha! Yeah! That was the most fun I've had in years!"

  The Mercs dismounted their horses, led them to the stable beside the inn and then disappeared.

  "Holve, normally I wouldn't suggest what I'm about to." said Ealrin.

  "Under the circumstances, I don't think any in this group will disagree with you. Let's go." replied Holve.

  Quietly they walked past the inn and into the stable. If there were stable attendants, they weren't around to be seen. The two horses who were just brought in were tied to a post and eating from their bags of grain. Ealrin loosed one and Holve released the other. Holve hopped up onto his stolen horse, while Ealrin helped Blume on top of his.

  "I'm not really ok with stealing horses," she said as Ealrin lifted her up.

  "Nor am I, but these horses belonged to people who burned your city to the ground," he replied as he mounted the horse as well, Blume sitting in front of him so she wouldn't fall off easily.

  "Does your wrong correct theirs?" she asked him, looking over her shoulder.

  Ealrin knew the answer, he just didn't want to give it. Blume was certainly an older soul than her age let on.

  "Hyah!" he and Holve said in unison.

  They were out of the city limits without any sound to accompany them save for the clip clop of the hooves of their stolen horses.

  ***

  They rode for hours. Stopping only for water at a stream to rest their horses for a moment, they rode by the light of the moon and until the first sun began its slow climb into the morning sky.

  Ealrin was certain that Blume had dozed off at least twice. She lay resting now, leaning forward on the neck of their steed. He was weary himself but he also knew that they must put as much distance as possible between themselves and any potential pursuers. He waited for the second son to rise to ask his question.

  "When will we reach the border that separates the southern republic from Thoran?" he asked Holve.

  "A river is what sets the border between the two," Holve responded that she looked back at him. His eyes look just as weary and bloodshot as Ealrin's. They both needed rest, but rest would have to wait.

  "I hope that we reach it before midday," Holve as he turned his eyes back to scan the horizon. "It won't make us completely safe from the Mercs, as they have no territory, but I hope it will dissuade them a bit."

  And so on they rode. The scenery continued to change. Small Rollinghills begin to change into larger ones, and then in the distance Ealrin could see mountains creating a new horizon. Planes
in grassy fields had characterized the southern Republic. It seemed that Thoran was to be distinguished by its impressive mountain ranges.

  "I hope you know trails that are horses can ride through those," said Ealrin, pointing to the mountainous landscape ahead of them.

  Holve left a little as he replied, "There is a pass through those mountains as old as the mountains themselves. You are in for a big change of scenery, Ealrin."

  A little before midday the three riding two horses came upon the river Holve talked about. And indeed, it seemed that the mountains ahead of them rose up from this ancient riverbed. They were about to enter the kingdom of Thoran. The river's waters were beautiful and calm on the top. It was an impressive and beautiful sight to see.

  Presently they came to a mighty looking stone bridge that connected the two countries together over the river. On one end stood the flag that must represent the Southern Republic. It was a green flag with a trim of yellow surrounding it. Inside the flag there were three smaller triangles stacked on top of one another that pointed downward. The triangles were a golden color, like the suns when they crest the horizon in the morning. The top triangle was red, the middle orange, and the bottom yellow. Each one its own color, yet all supporting the other. Ealrin wondered if this was to symbolize the three races living in harmony.

  And how long that harmony could last.

  As they came to the foot of the bridge, Holve stopped, turned his horse around, and looked back on the path that they had traveled.

  "I've been traveling through the Southern Republic now for five years. It's almost become a home to me. It's odd that I'm in service to Thoran but have been so long delayed in returning to it," he spoke as he looked back over the country.

  He didn't say it necessarily to Blume or to Ealrin, just out loud so that his head wouldn’t trap his thoughts. Ealrin understood, if only just a little, the need to talk in order to clear ones minds. He often had done so as of late.

  Holve then turned away from the road they had journeyed on and led his horse toward the bridge. The hooves of his steed began to ring loud and clear over the stonework of the ancient looking bridge. Ealrin led his horse and his fellow rider over the bridge as well.

  "I've never been this far from home before. I've never even left the area surrounding Weyfield, much less the Southern Republic," Blume said as they also passed from the dirt road onto the stones.

  "How are you holding up?" Ealrin asked her.

  He was not yet sure what they were going to do with her. While she slept he and Holve had spoken about her fate. They didn't think they could carry her to the capital, it was much too far. Still a week's journey. But Liaf was much closer to them and could potentially have work for her, maybe even a family who would take her in as their own. Still, Ealrin knew he would miss her whenever their paths diverged, as he knew they must. He was beginning to enjoy being a father, in a manner of speaking.

  "Better than I anticipated, I must say. Still I miss them so much. Mom, dad, and Dece. I can't believe they really are..."

  She trailed off and Ealrin did his best to console her without words. He didn't have any that seemed appropriate anyway. How could someone say to a child that everything will be alright when they've lost everything?

  "If I hadn't come with you, I don't know what would have become of me. Maybe I would have just given up and died myself. This adventure has taken my mind off my tragedy. In a way, it's helping me cope."

  Again Ealrin was surprised by her self-awareness and maturity. She must have been a bit of an enigma to other girls her age in Weyfield. He smiled to himself and cast a casual glance back over his shoulder at The Southern Republic.

  It was just long enough to comprehend the ten Merc raiders racing their horses to the bridge with blood in their eyes.

  Chapter 23:

  The Speaker

  "Move Holve! Quickly!"

  Ealrin was shouting as he directed his horse towards Thoran and its mountains. They had too easy of an escape from Breyland. Of. Purse it would be assumed they would take a main road and travel either north to Thoran or south to the capital city of the Southern Relublic. Judging by the shouts of the raiders behind them, there was a significant price on their three heads or a promotion in store for their capture or death.

  Now was the time for speed.

  The horse galloped as quickly as their strong legs would take them. Holve and Ealrin constantly reminded them with their commands how vital it was to race ahead. Ealrin shouted over the stomping of hooves at his fellow rider.

  "We'll never outrun them. We're outnumbered. We need a strategy Holve! What do we do?" he yelled desperately to Holve who was keeping side by side with him.

  "I'm working that out at we ride. I remember a turn in the path in just a moment. Do what I do when we come to it!" Holve shouted back.

  The path between the mountains up until this point was straight and surrounded by some trees that provided shade from the hot suns. And now Ealrin could see the turn up ahead as they flew through the road ahead. That was when the first arrow zipped by his head. He heard it more than saw it, for he was keeping his head low and his body spread out wide, protecting Blume who was holding on to the horse's mane with all her might. It was a bad place for a little girl to be, of that there was no doubt. More arrows flew past them, sticking into trees or falling onto the pathway. Fortunately shooting while riding a horse was difficult even for the bed for archers. Ealrin prayed fate would spare them for becoming a direct hit. He glanced back to see that the men were still a far ways behind them and appeared to be letting arrows fly out of desperation more than assured of a bit.

  As Holve made the turn he had spoken of, he quickly hoped off his horse, took hold of his spear and hit the animal with the end of it hard to send it galloping down the road without him. He then grabbed on to the lowest tree branch closest to him and began to climb.

  Ealrin followed suit, but before he got off his own horse he rode it under a red and hoisted Blume up first to give her a head start on her climb. He then slapped his horse on its rear to send it following after Holve's and began to climb his own tree, one a few paces away from Blume's. He would draw them away from her if need be.

  The first four riders sped off down the trail, chasing after the riderless horse, apparent unaware of their trick. The next six, however, slowed down at the command of their leader: the long haired general from the inn.

  "These hoof marks show they got off here!" he shouted over his men's own horses stampeding.

  "Look sir!" A raider called out. "Footprints!"

  He was pointing close to the tree that Holve had climbed. As he looked up from the prints he let out a small choke and a gasp as Holve's spear caught him in the chest.

  The howl that came from Holve as he jumped from his perch was loud and strong. He collided into another raider and knocked him off his horse. Before any of them could react he had already grabbed the man's sword and ended him before running to retrieve his spear from the now fallen horseman.

  It was time to come his friend's aid. Ealrin leapt from his own branch, about the height of two men, with his sword swinging from above his head. He wasn't sure if it was fate or skill but he managed to speed a Merc from his head as he fell from his tree. Holve had let the stolen sword fly and find a new home in the heart of another Merc who had pointed his bow and arrow right at Ealrin. Being saved in this manner allowed him to turn and face the general who was still on his own horse with a menacing looking trident at his side, ready to strike. He was aided by the last of the six men who had stopped to deal with them. Ealrin wasn't spending his time looking for the other four. He was more concerned with the two men charging him for horseback.

  The man behind the general took out his bow and trained it on Ealrin. Ealrin took a defensive stance with his sword, unsure if he would be able to block both an arrow and a trident. The general was preparing to throw his weapon as well. The Merc with his bow was about to let it fly when a flash of white knocked him
off his horse. Blume had jumped from her own tree and tackled the man, saving Ealrin from deflecting two missiles. The pair landed in a tangle on the ground, giving Ealrin enough time to charge the general, who was distracted by the shout from his comrade. He recovered too late to fully deflect Ealrin’s sword and was cut along his thigh. He jabbed his trident at Ealrin before turning his horse off back towards Breyland.

  “You’ll not soon forget today!” he yelled as he rode back in the direction he had come from.

  Ealrin then turned his attention to the Merc and to Blume, who was now being aided by Holve. He ran up to spear the man before any damage was done to the girl. The man let out a grunt of pain as his life was ended by the point of Holve’s spear. Yet his hand was still clutching the dagger he had pulled from its sheath.

  The very same dagger that was now lodged into Blume’s shoulder.

  ***

  Blood was freely spilling from her wound as Ealrin lay her on her back in the sun that shone through the trees that covered the mountain path.

  He was terrified.

  He had no skill in healing, as poor Holve’s leg was still the evidence of. He knew only that the blood she was losing was much too much for someone so small to lose. He took off his jacket and did his best to staunch the blood that was now coming even faster from her.

  “Holve!” he shouted at his friend. He could hear the terror in his own voice and knew that it must be frightening poor Blume, but he didn’t know at this moment how he might conceal his fear. “Holve what do we do?”

  Holve stood above him looking sadly down at Blume. His face was smeared with the blood of the enemies that lay at his feet, along with the point of the spear that he had used as a weapon of war. Ealrin knew, at that moment, that Holve was only gifted in ending lives, not saving them.

  He shook his head and dropped his gaze.

  Blume looked up at Ealrin and smiled a faint and knowing smile. How could she be so calm in this moment? Surely she knew she was dying and that her life would soon be over. Far too short would be her legacy and her adventure that she had come on with them.