The Second Voyage of the Jerle Shannara.
(as told by Ryer Ord Star.)
They stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, each seemingly happy wallowing in silence. Bek spoke suddenly his voice barely above a whisper as he talked to the girl. And she really was a girl, seeming not much older than I. He called her Grianne, his loving long-lost sister, according to Walker. But as I looked into her dark eyes, the cold evil of the Ilse Witch stared back at me. Bek continued to speak softly to her, trying to persuade her it seemed, unaware of the growing contempt in her eyes. A figure appeared suddenly, from the dank mist that surrounded us. I
cried out softly, the creepers still fresh in my mind. As Bek swung around, his slim hand grasping the hilt of the Sword of Shannara, the Ilse Witch smiled coldly and vanished. "Tamis." He said, instantly recognizing the young trapper. I breathed a low, almost inaudible sigh of relief. "Did you find any of the others?" She nodded slowly. "A few hunters escaped the creepers. Their camp is only a few miles upstream." "Any sign of Quentin?" he asked, hopefully. "Or of Walker." "None." She replied. "But no bodies are better than dead ones, right?" Bek managed to force a small smile. "We'd better set out, if we expect to reach the hunters' camp by nightfall. "Tamis said, eager to leave this wretched place. I did not blame her, this evil trap smelled of death and decay. The sooner we got away, the better. Bek nodded and Tamis began to pack up our few supplies. I must have drifted off then, because when I awoke again, I found myself inside a small tent, a concerned Bek leaning over me. I sat up despite my wounds, only to find myself being propelled back down again. "It's better if you don't sit up." Bek said, his voice warm and gentle. He held out a cup of cool spring water toward me. I gratefully took it, and his strong hand slipped over mine, steadying the cup as it found it's way to my parched lips. "Thank you, Bek Ohmsford." I said, my voice barely a whisper. His eyes jerked open. "How did you know...." "Walker took me into his confidence." I replied. A sudden thought jumped into my mind, making me jerk up, splashing droplets of water everywhere. "Walker." I exclaimed hoarsely. "Has the Druid been found." Bek shook his head mournfully, as he set to refilling my cup. "No word yet." He said. I sat back my mind racing with possibilities. Was Walker dead? Had he survived somehow, but been taken captive.? And what had happened to the others of the original crew? Mainly the Rovers and our magnificent airship, the Jerle Shannara. Was she still airborne or had the Ilse Witch destroyed her? These questions coursed through my mind making me dizzy as I lay back into my soft bed. "Where are we?" I hoarsely questioned Bek. His reply came calm and soothing. "Some of the elven hunters survived the fire and creepers. They built this camp." He paused, a smile playing across his lips, his eyes twinkling. "It's good to see you well enough to ask questions again, Ryer Ord Star. You gave us all quite a scare, young seer." I returned his sweet smile with one of my own, shy and timid. I lay back then, tired and confused, sipping at my cool, refreshing water, and falling slowly and unwillingly back into subconcious.
Note: Okay. This isn't complete yet, but I'm working on it! Disclaimer: I in no way own or place any copywrites on the Shannara characters, plots, or anything else that Terry Brooks(a FABulous author) originally created.
(as told by Ryer Ord Star.)
They stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, each seemingly happy wallowing in silence. Bek spoke suddenly his voice barely above a whisper as he talked to the girl. And she really was a girl, seeming not much older than I. He called her Grianne, his loving long-lost sister, according to Walker. But as I looked into her dark eyes, the cold evil of the Ilse Witch stared back at me. Bek continued to speak softly to her, trying to persuade her it seemed, unaware of the growing contempt in her eyes. A figure appeared suddenly, from the dank mist that surrounded us. I
cried out softly, the creepers still fresh in my mind. As Bek swung around, his slim hand grasping the hilt of the Sword of Shannara, the Ilse Witch smiled coldly and vanished. "Tamis." He said, instantly recognizing the young trapper. I breathed a low, almost inaudible sigh of relief. "Did you find any of the others?" She nodded slowly. "A few hunters escaped the creepers. Their camp is only a few miles upstream." "Any sign of Quentin?" he asked, hopefully. "Or of Walker." "None." She replied. "But no bodies are better than dead ones, right?" Bek managed to force a small smile. "We'd better set out, if we expect to reach the hunters' camp by nightfall. "Tamis said, eager to leave this wretched place. I did not blame her, this evil trap smelled of death and decay. The sooner we got away, the better. Bek nodded and Tamis began to pack up our few supplies. I must have drifted off then, because when I awoke again, I found myself inside a small tent, a concerned Bek leaning over me. I sat up despite my wounds, only to find myself being propelled back down again. "It's better if you don't sit up." Bek said, his voice warm and gentle. He held out a cup of cool spring water toward me. I gratefully took it, and his strong hand slipped over mine, steadying the cup as it found it's way to my parched lips. "Thank you, Bek Ohmsford." I said, my voice barely a whisper. His eyes jerked open. "How did you know...." "Walker took me into his confidence." I replied. A sudden thought jumped into my mind, making me jerk up, splashing droplets of water everywhere. "Walker." I exclaimed hoarsely. "Has the Druid been found." Bek shook his head mournfully, as he set to refilling my cup. "No word yet." He said. I sat back my mind racing with possibilities. Was Walker dead? Had he survived somehow, but been taken captive.? And what had happened to the others of the original crew? Mainly the Rovers and our magnificent airship, the Jerle Shannara. Was she still airborne or had the Ilse Witch destroyed her? These questions coursed through my mind making me dizzy as I lay back into my soft bed. "Where are we?" I hoarsely questioned Bek. His reply came calm and soothing. "Some of the elven hunters survived the fire and creepers. They built this camp." He paused, a smile playing across his lips, his eyes twinkling. "It's good to see you well enough to ask questions again, Ryer Ord Star. You gave us all quite a scare, young seer." I returned his sweet smile with one of my own, shy and timid. I lay back then, tired and confused, sipping at my cool, refreshing water, and falling slowly and unwillingly back into subconcious.
Note: Okay. This isn't complete yet, but I'm working on it! Disclaimer: I in no way own or place any copywrites on the Shannara characters, plots, or anything else that Terry Brooks(a FABulous author) originally created.