06-25-2009, 06:28 AM
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The two guards Alston expected to be outside the tent were missing. Even as he peered outside, the elf girl pulled him back by the shredded neck of his shirt. Even before he could protest, the glare of her sapphire eyes pierced him. She then closed the tent flap and started rummaging through the folds inside her cloak.
"What are you doing?" Alston whispered.
Leaving him alone to support Hallahâs weight, she proceeded to retrieve a small burlap pouch from her robe as she stole a peek outside. There was still no one on guard. To her surprise, there appeared to be no one outside at all.
"What are you doing?"
âGetting us out of here,â she replied, not bothering to look back.
Hallah started to shiver. Alston knew something terrible happened to her as her unconscious form still shuddered and twitched in his arms. The horrific nightmares she was forced to endure still plagued her in her dreams.
âGet ready.â
The encampment was as silent as a tomb. Not a bird nor a cricket uttered a even the slightest of sounds. A dark green hood slipped out into the open from the tent. The girl obscured by the cloak held herself close to the green of the tent. Looking around, she saw not a trace of activity. Whatâs going on here, she thought as she brandished the burlap sack in her hand.
With her free hand, she opened the tent flap. Alston emerged carrying Hallahâs prone weight. Watching him struggle with the bloodied girlâs weight in his arms, the elf girl shook her head in amazement. The boy refused to surrender after all.
Yet, she didnât have time to linger among these roundies anymore. They were an annoying, short-lived, immature race destined to destroy itself and she truly wanted no part of them. She strode away from the tent and then bolted south to leave the two behind.
Alston stood slackjawed as the robed figure ran off to leave him alone with Hallah. A grim death seemed fated for him, yet he refused to concede. As quietly as he could, he stayed in the shadows as he and Hallah slipped behind the tents. He stayed as far from any campfire he could as he made his way carrying Hallah towards the hills and the nearby treeline .
He stumbled forward, barely righting himself before he collapsed on top of the defenseless girl in his arms. Only a few more feet, he thought. He didnât dare look back. He had to keep on going regardless of how exhausted he was. He made a promise and damn well meant to keep it.
Just a few more feet.
The ground under his feet became hard and rocky unlike that of the encampment in the valley below.
Almost there.
Stepping from behind one of the trees was a familiar hooded figure. Having been abandoned by the girl just moments ago, Alstonâs face drew a grim visage.
As he approached, the elf girl smiled.
The two guards Alston expected to be outside the tent were missing. Even as he peered outside, the elf girl pulled him back by the shredded neck of his shirt. Even before he could protest, the glare of her sapphire eyes pierced him. She then closed the tent flap and started rummaging through the folds inside her cloak.
"What are you doing?" Alston whispered.
Leaving him alone to support Hallahâs weight, she proceeded to retrieve a small burlap pouch from her robe as she stole a peek outside. There was still no one on guard. To her surprise, there appeared to be no one outside at all.
"What are you doing?"
âGetting us out of here,â she replied, not bothering to look back.
Hallah started to shiver. Alston knew something terrible happened to her as her unconscious form still shuddered and twitched in his arms. The horrific nightmares she was forced to endure still plagued her in her dreams.
âGet ready.â
* * *
The encampment was as silent as a tomb. Not a bird nor a cricket uttered a even the slightest of sounds. A dark green hood slipped out into the open from the tent. The girl obscured by the cloak held herself close to the green of the tent. Looking around, she saw not a trace of activity. Whatâs going on here, she thought as she brandished the burlap sack in her hand.
With her free hand, she opened the tent flap. Alston emerged carrying Hallahâs prone weight. Watching him struggle with the bloodied girlâs weight in his arms, the elf girl shook her head in amazement. The boy refused to surrender after all.
Yet, she didnât have time to linger among these roundies anymore. They were an annoying, short-lived, immature race destined to destroy itself and she truly wanted no part of them. She strode away from the tent and then bolted south to leave the two behind.
Alston stood slackjawed as the robed figure ran off to leave him alone with Hallah. A grim death seemed fated for him, yet he refused to concede. As quietly as he could, he stayed in the shadows as he and Hallah slipped behind the tents. He stayed as far from any campfire he could as he made his way carrying Hallah towards the hills and the nearby treeline .
He stumbled forward, barely righting himself before he collapsed on top of the defenseless girl in his arms. Only a few more feet, he thought. He didnât dare look back. He had to keep on going regardless of how exhausted he was. He made a promise and damn well meant to keep it.
Just a few more feet.
The ground under his feet became hard and rocky unlike that of the encampment in the valley below.
Almost there.
Stepping from behind one of the trees was a familiar hooded figure. Having been abandoned by the girl just moments ago, Alstonâs face drew a grim visage.
As he approached, the elf girl smiled.