Hiya, once again, people!!!! Here is chapter three. Please read and
review! Disclaimer: I don't own Willow; I really, really wish I did,
though. I do own the characters that did not appear in the book and/or
movie, like Kyrell, yup, he's cool. Anyhow, enjoy!! :P A/N- Aria, I'll
get to work on the Madmartigan fanfic ASAP, I think I'll have the first
chapter posted by this weekend at the latest, hehehehehe, that one should
be entertaining, to say the least. Sorry, all, this chapter was kind of
weird. Oh well, on a brighter side, Madmartigan is going to appear very
soon, hopefully.
CHAPTER THREE
"The child has been born," Sorsha muttered to herself in disbelief as she quickly pulled her black armor on. She pulled her helmet on over her red hair and gathered her weapons: her longbow, a few quivers of arrows, and her bastard sword.
She skipped down to the stables and attached all of her weapons to various parts on Rak's tack. A throng of Nockmaar soldiers, some on foot, on horses, and some tended to the death dogs, were all assembled out in the southern courtyard. Some of the captains were already dispatching their troops.
She vaulted up onto Rak's back and said in a loud, stern voice, "Remember, do not harm the child. Kill the traitorous midwife as soon as you see her, but do not harm the child." She whirled Rak around and trotted him over the drawbridge and out into the dark valley of Nockmaar.
"Princess Sorsha," she heard someone yell to her as she stopped Rak and waited rather impatiently.
Kyrell galloped up to her and stopped his horse a few feet before they collided with Rak.
"What," Sorsha demanded impatiently, though a smile was tugging at the edges of her mouth.
"Permission to leave the stables and join you on your quest for glory," he asked hopefully.
Sorsha looked past him towards the stables. "My quest for glory," she asked as he shrugged his shoulders.
"Granted," she said sardonically, "since you already left the stables, you might as well come."
He nodded his head in gratitude.
"Why, Kyrell, if I did not know any better, I would think that you actually wanted to leave Nockmaar!" she said sarcastically.
"Whatever gave you that idea?" he muttered wryly as he urged his horse into a trot. Rak willingly obliged to meet the pace that Kyrell's steed set. A score of armored soldiers solemnly followed Sorsha and Kyrell. Several death dogs accompanied by their trainers followed in the rear.
Sorsha silently watched as the various squads dispatched in different directions. She turned around in her saddle while keeping Rak at a walk, "Search thoroughly," she ordered as the troops spread out. The trainers struggled to hold back the death dogs.
"Princess Sorsha," one ventured quietly. "May we let the dogs go?"
"No, not until we get out of this valley. The midwife probably backtracked and laid false paths for us to follow. She will probably stop once she gets out of this valley, though. Hurry," she said turning her attention back to the rest of the troops, "she couldn't have gone far. She escaped only a few hours ago."
She squinted as she tried to see past the drifting smoke and mists. ~The midwife is clever, she is using the mists to her advantage~ she thought bitterly. She urged Rak into a trot and scanned the landscape, searching for the midwife.
"Watch for anything moving in the mist," she ordered. She could hear captains and lieutenants yelling various orders to their troops. "Trainers, listen to the dogs. Do not let them out of their restraints but follow them where they take you. Yell if you find her. If she resists, turn the dogs on her," she said solemnly.
Kyrell pulled his horse up beside Rak. "Princess Sorsha? If…If we find the child, what will the queen do to her?" he asked fearfully.
"Kyrell, that is none of your concern. Keep your nose in matters where it belongs, like in finding the child," she said sharply.
"Will the queen kill her?" he asked ignoring her command.
"Quiet," she snapped as she pulled Rak away from Kyrell.
Sorsha galloped Rak to the front of the solemn procession and fumed silently. ~Why is Kyrell suddenly concerned about the infant's fate? He has killed many, so why is he suddenly worried about the life of a single child?~ She jumped as the thunder roared suddenly. Lightning flashed on the horizon illuminating the land for a brief moment, which was cloaked by the mists and smoke.
"Princess Sorsha, I saw something," one of her soldiers called to her from the rear of the line.
"Where?" she asked placidly.
"Over there," he said pointing eastwards.
Sorsha kicked Rak into a gallop and raced eastwards, leaning forward, urging him on. She stopped him abruptly and cursed quietly when she saw that the figure was just a Nockmaar scout on foot.
"Where is she?" she muttered angrily.
She returned to her troops, sulking. She made them continue the search until nightfall, when they finally reached the boundaries of the valley of Nockmaar.
When they finally stopped, she ordered them to set up camp. They set up a few tents and made a roaring fire, which they roasted some meat on. Sorsha took care of Rak and wandered away from the camp, with the moonlight as her only guide. She knelt down on the rocky ground and prodded at a small weed, part of the little natural vegetation in the area, with her toe. She scanned the area and returned to the camp.
"Two keep watch during the night, you can have shifts. There should not be much trouble though. The ground is barren and flat so that we could hear people coming well before they get to out premises. Keep the fire burning, to ward off the animals," she ordered as she walked to her tent. She took her armor off and collapsed on her cot. She tucked her knife beneath her pillow and pulled the furs over her shoulders. After a few moments, she fell asleep.
Sorsha awoke with a start. As far as she could tell, it was still night. She heard the clattering of horses and wagons approaching. She quickly pulled her armor on and got her weapons out. She hissed a warning to the troops that were asleep and they quickly prepared themselves for the unknown. She ordered them to strike down the tents. When they had collapsed the last tent, they all formed a circle with their backs to the fire.
"Pohas!" a lieutenant yelled as he lifted his sword up.
Sorsha sighed in contempt. ~Pohas~ she thought bitterly as she strung an arrow into her bow. ~This sword will spill the blood of many of those scum eating cannibals.~
She heard the hoarse war cry of a Poha as he lunged at Kyrell who quickly drove his sword into his attacker's chest. He wiped the Poha's blood of on his tunic and prepared to kill more. One of the Pohas ran towards the fire so that Sorsha was able to see what he looked like. She sighed in disgust as she looked at his tattooed covered body from the waste and up. His head was bald, probably from all of the tattoos and piercings. His eyes were blood shot from all the alcohol that he consumed and he lunged at with a knife.
Sorsha dropped to the ground and kicked his legs out from beneath him and slit his throat with her sword. She dodged as another Poha attacked her. He tried to strike her with his sword, but she easily parried his stroke and decapitated him. The remaining Pohas screamed in horror and retreated, taking their fallen comrades as well as some of the corpses of the Nockmaar soldiers that they managed to murder.
Sorsha brushed the blood off of her cheek and checked her soldiers for any causalities other than those who were carried off by the disgusting Pohas.
CHAPTER THREE
"The child has been born," Sorsha muttered to herself in disbelief as she quickly pulled her black armor on. She pulled her helmet on over her red hair and gathered her weapons: her longbow, a few quivers of arrows, and her bastard sword.
She skipped down to the stables and attached all of her weapons to various parts on Rak's tack. A throng of Nockmaar soldiers, some on foot, on horses, and some tended to the death dogs, were all assembled out in the southern courtyard. Some of the captains were already dispatching their troops.
She vaulted up onto Rak's back and said in a loud, stern voice, "Remember, do not harm the child. Kill the traitorous midwife as soon as you see her, but do not harm the child." She whirled Rak around and trotted him over the drawbridge and out into the dark valley of Nockmaar.
"Princess Sorsha," she heard someone yell to her as she stopped Rak and waited rather impatiently.
Kyrell galloped up to her and stopped his horse a few feet before they collided with Rak.
"What," Sorsha demanded impatiently, though a smile was tugging at the edges of her mouth.
"Permission to leave the stables and join you on your quest for glory," he asked hopefully.
Sorsha looked past him towards the stables. "My quest for glory," she asked as he shrugged his shoulders.
"Granted," she said sardonically, "since you already left the stables, you might as well come."
He nodded his head in gratitude.
"Why, Kyrell, if I did not know any better, I would think that you actually wanted to leave Nockmaar!" she said sarcastically.
"Whatever gave you that idea?" he muttered wryly as he urged his horse into a trot. Rak willingly obliged to meet the pace that Kyrell's steed set. A score of armored soldiers solemnly followed Sorsha and Kyrell. Several death dogs accompanied by their trainers followed in the rear.
Sorsha silently watched as the various squads dispatched in different directions. She turned around in her saddle while keeping Rak at a walk, "Search thoroughly," she ordered as the troops spread out. The trainers struggled to hold back the death dogs.
"Princess Sorsha," one ventured quietly. "May we let the dogs go?"
"No, not until we get out of this valley. The midwife probably backtracked and laid false paths for us to follow. She will probably stop once she gets out of this valley, though. Hurry," she said turning her attention back to the rest of the troops, "she couldn't have gone far. She escaped only a few hours ago."
She squinted as she tried to see past the drifting smoke and mists. ~The midwife is clever, she is using the mists to her advantage~ she thought bitterly. She urged Rak into a trot and scanned the landscape, searching for the midwife.
"Watch for anything moving in the mist," she ordered. She could hear captains and lieutenants yelling various orders to their troops. "Trainers, listen to the dogs. Do not let them out of their restraints but follow them where they take you. Yell if you find her. If she resists, turn the dogs on her," she said solemnly.
Kyrell pulled his horse up beside Rak. "Princess Sorsha? If…If we find the child, what will the queen do to her?" he asked fearfully.
"Kyrell, that is none of your concern. Keep your nose in matters where it belongs, like in finding the child," she said sharply.
"Will the queen kill her?" he asked ignoring her command.
"Quiet," she snapped as she pulled Rak away from Kyrell.
Sorsha galloped Rak to the front of the solemn procession and fumed silently. ~Why is Kyrell suddenly concerned about the infant's fate? He has killed many, so why is he suddenly worried about the life of a single child?~ She jumped as the thunder roared suddenly. Lightning flashed on the horizon illuminating the land for a brief moment, which was cloaked by the mists and smoke.
"Princess Sorsha, I saw something," one of her soldiers called to her from the rear of the line.
"Where?" she asked placidly.
"Over there," he said pointing eastwards.
Sorsha kicked Rak into a gallop and raced eastwards, leaning forward, urging him on. She stopped him abruptly and cursed quietly when she saw that the figure was just a Nockmaar scout on foot.
"Where is she?" she muttered angrily.
She returned to her troops, sulking. She made them continue the search until nightfall, when they finally reached the boundaries of the valley of Nockmaar.
When they finally stopped, she ordered them to set up camp. They set up a few tents and made a roaring fire, which they roasted some meat on. Sorsha took care of Rak and wandered away from the camp, with the moonlight as her only guide. She knelt down on the rocky ground and prodded at a small weed, part of the little natural vegetation in the area, with her toe. She scanned the area and returned to the camp.
"Two keep watch during the night, you can have shifts. There should not be much trouble though. The ground is barren and flat so that we could hear people coming well before they get to out premises. Keep the fire burning, to ward off the animals," she ordered as she walked to her tent. She took her armor off and collapsed on her cot. She tucked her knife beneath her pillow and pulled the furs over her shoulders. After a few moments, she fell asleep.
Sorsha awoke with a start. As far as she could tell, it was still night. She heard the clattering of horses and wagons approaching. She quickly pulled her armor on and got her weapons out. She hissed a warning to the troops that were asleep and they quickly prepared themselves for the unknown. She ordered them to strike down the tents. When they had collapsed the last tent, they all formed a circle with their backs to the fire.
"Pohas!" a lieutenant yelled as he lifted his sword up.
Sorsha sighed in contempt. ~Pohas~ she thought bitterly as she strung an arrow into her bow. ~This sword will spill the blood of many of those scum eating cannibals.~
She heard the hoarse war cry of a Poha as he lunged at Kyrell who quickly drove his sword into his attacker's chest. He wiped the Poha's blood of on his tunic and prepared to kill more. One of the Pohas ran towards the fire so that Sorsha was able to see what he looked like. She sighed in disgust as she looked at his tattooed covered body from the waste and up. His head was bald, probably from all of the tattoos and piercings. His eyes were blood shot from all the alcohol that he consumed and he lunged at with a knife.
Sorsha dropped to the ground and kicked his legs out from beneath him and slit his throat with her sword. She dodged as another Poha attacked her. He tried to strike her with his sword, but she easily parried his stroke and decapitated him. The remaining Pohas screamed in horror and retreated, taking their fallen comrades as well as some of the corpses of the Nockmaar soldiers that they managed to murder.
Sorsha brushed the blood off of her cheek and checked her soldiers for any causalities other than those who were carried off by the disgusting Pohas.