by Lisa Daniels
Then her eyes shifted and focused on the bank where she had been. Standing there was a large bear. Annora kept her calm and tossed the fish toward the bear, but the bear did not wait, having taken the movement as one of attack.
There was no way she would be able to outrun the thing, not even if her ankle was well. With no choice, she sheathed her sword and dove into the deep part of the river. Grabbing a log, she turned to glare at the bear. It had returned to the fish and was happily eating it, almost as if Annora had never been there. As soon as the log neared a bank, Annora swam toward the sand shore. It was a much larger bank, indicating that she had actually moved back toward Defiance. Annoyed at the realization, she decided to press on until she reached the next town, Accident. She had been there a year ago and knew that it had not been through a boom the way Defiance had been. It was a bit rougher, but it reminded her of Marked Tree in that people didn’t really seem to judge each other.
Her first thoughts once she was safely on land were about her weapons; she would need to try them as soon as possible, but there really wasn’t much she could do at the moment with her own clothes completely drenched. As she made her way over a hill, she was checking to make sure her papers at least were still secure. When she looked up, Annora realized that there were over a dozen men staring at her.
“Well… shit,” she said.
One of the men stood up. “Did you hear that, boys? She’s already accepted what’s coming next. We certainly don’t want to disappoint her, now, do we?”
Several other men stood and leered at her.
“This just really is not my week,” Annora muttered. The sword and dirk easily slid from their sheaths. The men stopped advancing because it was clear that blood was mixed in with the water dripping from the sword. Without any trace of blood on her, their immediate assumption was that the person who fought her had been the loser. Annora couldn’t help but let out a little laugh at the looks on their faces, all over a dead fish.
Unfortunately, the sound of a woman laughing at them caused the men to wake up and begin advancing again.
“What did you do, take on a squirrel and win?” The large man seemed to think he was funny, and a few of the others laughed with him.
Keeping her eyes on the ones moving in from the side, Annora replied, “More like an orthrus. But tell yourself whatever you need to, to give yourself the courage to attack a woman.”
Again the men paused and looked at each other.
The large one looked at her again, his face a cruel, gapped-tooth grin. “She’s bluffing, boys. Let’s show her what a real two-headed beast is.”
The first two attacks came from either side of her seconds after the man spoke. Well aware of her limitations with her ankle, Annora dropped to the ground, plunging her swords in an upward arc. One of the men coughed and spluttered as the dirk ran through his Adams apple. The other didn’t make a sound as his head was sliced off.
It was a short-term win, but now she was in an even worse position because there were still a lot more men to go and she was flat on the ground. Rolling under the spluttering man, she kicked with her good leg, sending him into the closest men and removing her dirk in a single move.
The large man had moved around them, though, and he was now looking down at her angrily as she tried to get back up on her feet. He kicked at her stomach as she tried to dodge. His foot hit two of her ribs. Annora was able to roll away and come up on her feet, both blades pointed at the man.
She glared at him. “Surely bandits have better things to do than to bother a traveler.”
His smile widened as he thought she realized what was to come. “Oh, honey, this is much more personal now.” He took a step forward. Her sword flashed, connecting with his own. However, she was much stronger than he had expected, and his sword was knocked to the side. Now totally open, her dirk cut down, leaving a large gash across his chest as he tried to move out of the way.
“Get the bitch!” he yelled at the men.
Suddenly, Annora felt a sharp pain in her back. Turning on her good foot, she buried her dirk in the man’s face. Her mind tried to assess the damage. The blade had not gone all the way through, which meant it was likely a dagger. Reaching around, she pulled it from her back and plunged it into the next man to advance.
Four down, one seriously hurt, but they were not nearly ready to give up. She was now seriously injured and the blood was streaming down her back.
Annora growled at them as they began to advance.
Suddenly the ground shook like it was about to tear apart. All eyes turned to the other end of the camp. Standing there, looking at the fight, was the largest dragon Annora had ever seen. It was black, its scales appearing to absorb all of the light around it. The cruel eyes of the creature did not leave the stunned fighters as it reached up a talon and shredded a bag of their provisions and tore apart a casket of their gun powder. The fear in the men’s eyes fled as they watched their stolen goods get destroyed. Their attention turned immediately to the dragon and they charged it with a stupidity that Annora saw too often in humans.
She pulled the bag of gold from the closest man, as well as a small bag of provisions. Moving as fast as she dared with her ankle and new injury, the dragon slayer fled the scene.
Her mind reeled at what she had seen. It clearly was not the one that had destroyed Marked Tree because the color was all wrong. Still, it was nerve-wracking to think that there was another one in the area. With a final glance over her shoulder, Annora saw the dragon easily taking down the bandits. If she hadn’t known better, the dragon’s face almost looked amused as it crushed the men.
Turning to move further into the woods, she wondered why the creature didn’t just breathe fire and get it over with. Nor was it eating anyone, which was very unusual.
He’s a smart one, her mind told her. Any creature that would kill without eating wasn’t worried about wasting food. Not many species had that luxury. No idea what he’s after, but hopefully that little camp will be enough to entertain him.
Annora leaned against a tree, the blood loss taking its toll. A bitter laugh escaped her lips as she slumped to the ground.
Feeling her mind descending again into darkness, she regretted that she was dying in the middle of nowhere.
“Sorry, Bree. Not going to be able to keep that promise. Tell Naya…” Her voice faded as she sprawled out on the ground.
A voice from a long way away responded, “Tell her yourself.” She felt arms move under her and the ground suddenly shifted under her.
Annora tried to open her eyes, but all she could manage was a quick, “No angel would come for me, and I don’t want to come back as a demon. No deal. She deserves better, so you can just put me back and let me go into limbo.” The warmth was too much, and she pressed her face against a very muscular chest. She couldn’t help but let out a faint moan as she pressed further into it.
A very masculine laugh rang in her ears and moved her head as she felt the warmth of a man holding her close. He said something, but she could not make it out as she once again lost consciousness.
Chapter 4
Prisoner of Pity
The first thing Annora noticed upon waking was the soft ground under her and the clean feel of fabric. Her eyes shot open and she sat up, gripped by a sense of sheer panic. The stabbing pain in her back reminded her why that was a very bad idea. Her hand immediately went to her back as she tried to ease the pain. Though she had pulled it, the wound did not reopen. As she felt around, she could tell that someone had been very thorough with the bandage; it was thick and padded, meaning that it would be very difficult to reopen. Instinctively, she began to feel her stomach, wondering just how far in the dagger had gone. From the location where it had gone in, the young woman knew that it must have at least struck a kidney, if not worse.
Next, the dragon slayer felt her arm. There was fresh blood showing under the gauze, but it didn’t look as bad as it had the night she had gotten the injury. One thing was
clear, though: she had been poisoned, and that had likely been the cause of most of her bad fortune since that evening. It would have likely dulled her senses, muddled her brain, as well as making it so that her wound would not heal. It was a novice mistake to make, and she was appropriately ashamed of how she had neglected to tend it when it had first happened. If she had taken time to treat it at The Palace Paradise, then slept for the evening, everything would have turned out differently. Instead she had run off without taking care of things and it had cost her any potential gain she would have had.
There was no doubt that Elian would be well on his way to finding and killing the dragon.
Releasing a very loud sigh, Annora decided to find out where she was and who had rescued her. Judging by what she remembered, this rescue was not by a mage. She had never met a magic wielder with such well-defined and built muscles. A blush rose to her cheeks as she remembered how she had nestled against the chest and the way it had rumbled with laughter.
“Oh, gods,” she muttered. “That was practically an invitation.” Her hands moved to her papers, but they were still unmoved. With a slight twist of her head she wondered if perhaps there was something else the man wanted.
Gently turning and swinging her legs over the other side of the bed, Annora realized there was a small platter of food just within reach. As much as she wanted to ignore it, the sharp pain in her stomach reminded her that she had been woefully underfed over the last few… days? She had no idea how long she had been unconscious the first time, let alone the second time. The last thing she had eaten was at least two days ago, and it couldn’t be called a proper meal. The food in front of her was far too tempting, particularly on such an empty stomach. Reaching out a hand, she picked up the apple and began to eat it as slowly as she could manage. As the food hit her stomach, she began to feel better. Next, she pulled up a small plate of fish and rice, and she polished it off much quicker than the apple. Although she wanted to be wary of the water, there was no point now that she had already eaten the food.
As soon as she felt full, Annora carefully put her feet on the floor. Her ankle still hurt, but it had been wrapped several times so that its movement was limited.
“Someone knows something about tending wounds. What could they possibly want from me, then?” Annora stared at her ankle as she tried to give her thoughts voice. Her mind still felt off, and she knew that hearing her thoughts would help her better process them.
As soon as she was standing, the dragon slayer’s attention was drawn to movement to the side. Slowly she turned and realized it was a mirror. She could not hold the laugh in and she ended up sitting back down, grasping at her back as it hurt as her body shook. Her hair was an absolute wreck, almost as if she were one of the Wildlings from the nightmares of her youth. It had initially startled her until she had recognized the face under it.
Standing again, she moved to the mirror. The cut on her head was still covered, but no blood showed through the bandages. Curious to see how it looked, Annora gently peeled the bandage back, and was shocked to find that the wound was little more than a scar.
Her fingers went up to feel it as she asked her reflection, “Now, how did you heal so quickly?” Her bluish-green eyes sparkled back with the same curiosity. The dragon hunter removed the bandage and placed a much smaller one over the nearly mended cut. Her hair would hide the scar well, making it almost impossible to tell that she had ever been hurt. Breathing a sigh of relief, she was glad that she didn’t have any more obvious wounds to explain to Bree. Annora hated when they bathed together because Bree would always scold her for new bruises and scars, and she always knew which ones were new. Often Bree would act more like a mother than a younger friend, up until men were involved, then it was all Annora had been able to do to keep the girl in check.
Annora did not want to think about what Bree would say if there was a scar on the older friend’s face. There would have been hours of lectures and reprimands about not being cautious enough, which would be entirely true in this case. Satisfied that the damage could be hidden, the dragon slayer stepped back and took in the rest of her reflection. She was fully dressed, but not in her regular clothes. The only part of her regular clothing was the shirt with her papers. The rest of her outfit was looser fitting than she was accustomed to. Wondering how she hadn’t noticed, Annora glared at herself in the mirror.
“What is wrong with you?”
Upset with her steady stream of bad decisions and lack of caution, Annora wanted to get back on track. That meant finding her clothes and…
Suddenly the young woman began looking around, a real sense of panic crushing her heart. Her weapons were nowhere. Without a second thought, the young woman began trashing the room as she desperately looked for the only two things that made her feel comfortable. Lately they hadn’t been as useful as normal, but she knew that was her fault. The dirk had been a gift from her father when she had expressed an interest in fighting at four years old. He had taught her himself, and then he had died trying to defend their town during that first dragon attack. The second attack had taken her mother.
Her whole life had been a quest for revenge. That could not happen without her sword and dirk.
When it was obvious that neither weapon was in the room, Annora pulled the sheets off of the bed and wrapped them around her. As there had been no clothes left behind, that was the next best thing. A silent storm was brewing in the back of her mind as it finally registered that someone had undressed her and put those clothes on her. However, that was not her biggest grief, not by a long shot.
Storming out of the room, she headed down the hall. The young woman stomped down the stairs and ignored the patrons enjoying a meal as she went up to the innkeeper.
“Where are my clothes and weapons?” She looked him in the eye. There was no way he would be unaware of her presence, so now was the time to find out just how stupid the man was. If he tried to feign ignorance, she didn’t need one of her weapons to do considerable damage. Her cold eyes would relay that warning if her low threatening tone didn’t.
The innkeeper simply smiled at her. “Sorry, ma’am, I have no idea where he took your things. If you will please return to your room, I’m sure you will find the answers you want. Just wait for him to come back.”
Annora gritted her teeth. Suddenly her body shook and she began coughing. The fit lasted over a minute. By the time she stopped, the innkeeper had his hand on her back and was trying to offer her a glass of water. Continuing to ignore the crowd of people watching the strange woman in a bedsheet angrily questioning the innkeeper, Annora managed to ask, “And who is he?”
The man looked a little embarrassed. “Well, ma’am, if you don’t know who he is, I’m afraid you will just have to wait for him to arrive. I really can’t tell you much more than I already have.” She glared at him. He shrugged, “I really am not at liberty to tell you anything. He brought you in, he will have to explain. I have to say that although I am very pleased to see you up and about, I really don’t think that you should be down here.”
She began another coughing fit; this time it was so violent that it caused the wound in her back to hurt. Biting back the pain, the young woman tried to sound more confident than she was. “I want my things. I have to do something and I can’t-” She began coughing again.
As the coughs wracked her body, she felt strong arms lift her. “And just what do you think you are doing?” The voice was low and calm. And right beside her ear.
“I’m terribly sorry, sir. I didn’t think it would be right for me to-”
The man holding her tightly cut the innkeeper off. “It’s quite alright, John. I don’t expect you to tame a tiger, let alone such a wild creature as this.”
Despite the coughing and pain, Annora tried to push the man away from her. The sudden motion merely caused the man to sigh. “I apologize, everyone. Please enjoy your meal. John, you can put all of this on my bill.”
With that, Annora felt them turn and he
ad toward the stairs. The coughing had subsided, but she was now beginning to shiver uncontrollably.
The voice grew concerned. “Are you alright?” He pulled her closer, but she continued to try to fight him, pushing him away as much as her trembling hands could. She was shocked when a cold hand suddenly covered her forehead. “Dear gods! You are burning up. Leonides! Bring the kit, she’s burning up!” His voice boomed as he called to some unknown companion.
Annora looked up into the face of the man holding on to her and shouting for assistance.
“Elian?”
Suddenly the man looked down at her. He blinked a few times, “You remember?”
“I thought you were-” Her voice broke as her body began to shake uncontrollably.
“Leonides, hurry! What the-” The man’s voice stopped as they entered the room. “Gods, what did you do to the room?”
She felt herself being set down on the bed. There was some shifting and movement as he put everything back together. The blanket was pulled off of her, and he immediately began rubbing a strange oil on her arms and legs. She tried to move away, but someone else entered the room, and they were easily able to hold her in place while Elian continued to cover her neck and forehead with the oil.
Once it was done, he put the blanket back over her. “I’m terribly sorry for that, but the oil will help to cool you down without making you shake further. Take some of this.” Annora tried to turn her head, but found she was too weak to do much of anything. “Please. It will fight the fever from the inside. We have to get the fever to break and that is not going to happen without medicine.” Then under his breath, he muttered, “And a bit of a miracle.”
Annora thought she was not meant to hear the last part. Her thoughts were muddled, though, and she couldn’t be entirely sure that she heard him correctly.
Opening her mouth as much as she could, a thick liquid was carefully and gently placed in her mouth. The man’s hand was rough, but not unpleasantly so as he tilted her head by the chin to help her swallow.