DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DRAGONFABLE; AE DOES.
CHAPTER IX
Nara's PoV.
"Mortis, you better not die on me!" I yelled to Mortis, despite him being unconscious. Unfortunately we are too far away from Lymcrest to ask a healer for help; but I doubt they could do anything, as dwarves are not effective healers. The good thing, however, is that I have some experience as a healer; but I don't know any healing spells. "Alright, lets see if this works." I started by getting the bandages in Mortis' bag out (he told me where they were on the trip to Lymcrest). Then gently removed the arrow in his shoulder then quickly, but tightly, bandaged his shoulder, I then did the same to his thigh. That is as good as I can do right now; but I will have to get him back to Lymcrest, he will have at least some shelter there.
Main hall of Lymcrest.
"I wonder who would want to attack Mortis, he's on good terms with pretty much everyone in Lore." said the Elder, after I informed him of the attack.
"They could have just been bandits." I said.
"Maybe, but we don't know for sure. Maybe Mortis can figure it out when he wakes up." the Elder suggested.
Mortis' mind.
"Leave me alone!" I cried to the bullies, but it was useless, they never listen to me, no one does, except for Zhoom.
"Yeah right! Let's keep at it boys!" said the leader of the group; whose name was Brutus. He is what his name implies, a brute; he's stupid, incredibly strong, and very intimidating. He also bullied me the most out of any other kid in Falconreach.
"Enough!" yelled Zhoom, once again, in the nick of time.
"That's it boys run!" Brutus shouted to his gang.
"Mortis are you alright?" Zhoom asked, forgetting about the bullies. For now, at least.
"I'm fine" I replied.
"Come on, we should go home." Zhoom stated.
Zhoom's tent; just outside of Falconreach.
"Zhoom?"
"Yes?"
"Can you teach me how to fight?" I asked.
"Yes" Zhoom replied. "But are you sure you want to?"
"No! I need to!" I began "I'm tired of being helpless all the time!"
"Very well, follow me outside" I did. "Now, first you have to take a proper stance..." he then proceeded to teach me the fundamentals of unarmed combat (e.g. how to punch properly), and also taught me arm locks, head locks, and several different things.
"Now, strike me." he ordered; I complied. And Zhoom's block, then his counter-attack, then I realized we were actually sparring. It was quite dull actually, as one of us would attack the other would block, then counter-attack, the other would block the counter-attack, and so on. But then, Zhoom used an arm lock on me, breaking my arm in the process. After my cry of pain, Zhoom rushed back to the tent to get the medical supplies. Everything else was fuzzy after that, for my mind was filled with pain.
Two days after the attempted assassination.
"M-"
"Morti-"
"Mortis."
"MORTIS!"
"I'm awa- AH!" I said as I jolted upright in the bed, which caused a sharp pain in my shoulder and thigh, hence my scream of pain; after which I quickly lied back down.
"What happened?" I asked
"You were shot with two arrows and passed out. I was able to remove the arrows and bandage the wound, but we don't have any herbs or healing potions. So you're going to have to heal naturally," Nara explained. She then gave me a recap of what happened during, and after the attack.
"Do you have any idea why those men wanted to kill you?" said the the Elder.
"They were professionals, so they couldn't have been bandits," I said. "And therefore, someone put a bounty on me and Nara's head; and I'm pretty sure that it was Sek-Duat."
"So, what do we do now?" said Nara.
"We're going to have to get to Sek-Duat and make him lift the bounty." I said.
"When should we leave?"
"Tomorrow."
Brutus (nine): 5'1; moderately tan skin; dark brown hair; light brown eyes.
Mortis (eight): 4'10; slightly tan skin; jet black hair; sapphire blue eyes.
