by J Hawk
As Carcasar and the others of the horde approached the entrance of the cave, they found it blocked by a brown cloaked person who stood before the entrance. Carcasar held his hand up, and the entire horde drew to a stop. He strode forward slowly, going closer towards whoever it was that stood blocking their cave, and stopped ten metres before him. With a closer look, he found that it was a girl.
Vestra let her eyes drill into Carcasar for a quiet moment, before speaking in a steady, steelen voice: “Put down the body and leave.”
Carcasar blinked, feeling that this day had just lost bounds in its level of surprises.
“What’s this? We’re having a second guest for this meal, are we?” Carcasar beckoned to the body carried over behind. “I presume you’d like to join him? That’s twice the fun for us.”
“Put … down … the body,” repeated the girl in a slower tone. “And leave.”
“Or else, what?” demanded Carcasar.
The girl continued to bore into him with her black eyes. And she said, “Maybe if you’re unlucky enough … I’ll let you find out.”
Carcasar threw his head back and filled the air with the terrifying sound of his laughter. Behind him, the rest of his brethren were beginning to growl and inch forward, their eyes fixed hungrily on a new target.
“You know what?” asked Carcasar. “I think –”
But before he knew it, there was sudden, blurry motion eclipsing everything in front, and he found himself thrown backwards, soaring over the air. The rest of the Zelgron crumpled and fell over each other as he smashed into them, causing a ripple among the entire tide.
Before Carcasar could straighten up again, the girl gave another flick of her hand. The boy’s body went soaring off the Zelgron’s hands who were heaving him, and came to land right before her feet. She slung his unconscious body over her shoulder and shot off into the night…
With a roar of rage, Carcasar drew straight and plunged into a race after her. The girl was dizzyingly fast, even with the weight of the boy slung over her. With thrice the agility of a cat, she bounded forth over the lands, leaping and lunging over obstacles and hurtling out of their reach.
His insides bristling with a rage, Carcasar shot after her. He propelled himself forth mindlessly, sprinting over the hilly, sloping terrain after the girl. But the girl was slipping out of view, her mystical speed unhampered.
Carcasar finally trotted to a stall when the distance between him and the girl had climbed to well over a hundred metres. Feeling wrath like nothing his whole life rise within him, he pointed a long nailed finger to where the blur of his target – the girl and the boy carried over her – were growing smaller and meeker, disappearing.
“You’ve marked an enemy,” he said, feeling the fury simmering in his own voice. “And a deadly one. Hope with all your heart that we don’t meet again.” His voice went lower. “Because if we do…”
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