Where Eagles Fly
A/N: I do not own any character in this story unless they are ones I make up. I hope you all like it.
The fort of New Hope stood quietly looking over the sloping hills that grouped around it. It was a breezy day, the currents of the river water were flowing swiftly, making little splat type noises as it trickled off the rocks.
Shouts came from the gate, stirred a girl or more really a young woman out of her daydreaming. She hurried to the gate; three men on horseback greeted her.
"What news Dom?" The girl asked.
The man removed his helmet, revealing his very dark blue eyes usually light and casual, now furrowed with concern.
"Commander Kel," He saluted, " When my men came back from hunting the game, we found five people lying in the dirt. I think they are refugees from Scanra."
"Are they alive?" Kel exclaimed, "Where are they?"
"They are alive, but in poor condition. I think they have been traveling for at least several days. Ciel is bringing them now on horse."
Kel sighed relieved, even with them being in not the very best condition, it was still better then dead. She turned and signaled to Adler, a guard. " Go tell Neal to prepare five beds in the medical wing."
"Aye," he saluted.
"What's their status, are they badly hurt?" Kel asked Dom.
"Their leader, I couldn't get a name out of the rest of them, she looks as though she lost a great deal of blood. She had a large slash up her arm. The rest are children. They look starved and shook up, but its nothing that can't be fixed."
Kel opened her mouth to reply, when Ciel returned. He had two horses at hand. Three children sat on one, not one of them looked older then seven. The other horse carried a adolescent girl, it was obvious she had been crying. She was supporting a young woman who apparently was her relative of some kind. They each had the same features. The young woman was passed out; the makeshift bandage on her arm was freely dripping blood.
"Quick Dom, help me take her, we need to get her to Neal," She quickly reached up to take the woman. Her relative refused to let go.
"No..no.. Don't take her, she's my sister.." The girl mumbled and clutched the girls' shoulder. She was barely making sense.
"Shh, shhh its ok, we are going to take care of her. We are going to clean her up a little bit, " Kel said gently and pried the girl's fingers away.
She nodded, tears slipping out of her eyes. "Amarette, that's my sister, she's going to be alright right?"
Kel nodded. "She will be just fine."
"What's the news, Neal? Is she awake yet?" Neal shook his head. "Nay on that one. I bandaged her arm though now. She developed a fever. She should be awake in a few days. But her arm will need some time to heal."
Kel sighed. It was a year for arm injuries. Her arm was still even in a sling after the ordeal in Scanra, which happened about two months ago. The war had slacked since the defeat of the nothing man and his machines. It was now Toratlian men fighting just Scanran men, with Tortall having the cutting edge.
" I think the girl's name is Amarette, it's what her sister calls her."
Neal nodded "Aye, I put the rest of them in the room opposite of this one."
"Can you get anything out of them? Something terrible must have happened for them to be in this bad of condition."
He shook his head. "The older one, Danae, was to distraught to talk. Her name was the only thing I got from her. And the others, they are too little to know what's going on."
Kel nodded and rubbed her hand against her forehead. A headache was beginning to form.
"Did u give them a sleeping potion?"
Neal nodded.
"Good, maybe we can get something better from them when they have rested."
A/N: There was the first chapter, I hoped you liked it. Please tell me what you think.