Chapter 4 - Bandits
Celandine soon found Sleetrunner to be a very sweet natured and gentle horse, as they rode through the forest beneath the long, hot summer sun. As soon as Celandine became more comfortable with the group, she begun to talk more, and before long she was firing an endless supply of questions to Alanna.
"Have you ever seen a spidren, my lady?" Celandine asked excitedly.
"Yes, unfortunately. Terrible creatures, they are." Alanna was cut short when Celandine asked,
"Was it hard disguising as a boy, when you were training as a page?"
"It was pretty hard. I could never go swimming."
"Is it fun being a Knight, my lady?" Celandine interrupted again.
"Perhaps I could answer your questions fully, if I had time to reply." Alanna said sharply, her patience beginning to slip.
"Sorry, my lady." A few minutes passed in silence before Celandine perked up a bit and asked,
"Tell me a story, my lady. About when you were training as a knight."
"A story, eh?" Alanna said "How about." she was cut off - this time not by Celandine but by a shout further ahead,
"BANDITS!"
Without hesitation Alanna plunged to the front of the group, unsheathing her magnificent sword. Screams and sounds like metal clashing on metal filled the air.
Celandine began to panic - she had no weapon. Out of the trees emerged the bandits, grinning fiercely and brandishing wicked looking swords.
"Lady Alanna!" Celandine cried, but her voice was drowned out by the battle cries. The giant red haired knight emerged close by Sleetrunner,
"Elsa, stay close by me." He shouted over the horrendous noise. All Celandine could do was nod.
Suddenly, an arrow shot through the air and buried it's head in Celandines right arm. She screamed in agony, as blood spurted from the wound. Another arrow found it's target in Celandines shoulder. The pain was so great, Celandine screamed and slipped into unconsciousness. She woke a minute later, slumped across Sleetrunners saddle. The battle still raged around her. Her grip on Sleetrunner's reins loosened, as her hands were slippery with blood. A red mist covered the world from her view. Around her things darkened rapidly. She was falling, falling. The darkness wrapped it's self around her, like a comforting blanket. The pain from her arm and shoulder was soon gone, and she was slipping further down.
I am dying. Celandine thought groggily, as she flailed her arms, trying to reach above her. Trying to pull herself back to the light. Then a voice said,
"Come back, Celandine. It is not your time."
Hope you liked the fourth chapter. Please review my story, I love reading your comments! Oh, by the way - Hi Genevieve!
Celandine soon found Sleetrunner to be a very sweet natured and gentle horse, as they rode through the forest beneath the long, hot summer sun. As soon as Celandine became more comfortable with the group, she begun to talk more, and before long she was firing an endless supply of questions to Alanna.
"Have you ever seen a spidren, my lady?" Celandine asked excitedly.
"Yes, unfortunately. Terrible creatures, they are." Alanna was cut short when Celandine asked,
"Was it hard disguising as a boy, when you were training as a page?"
"It was pretty hard. I could never go swimming."
"Is it fun being a Knight, my lady?" Celandine interrupted again.
"Perhaps I could answer your questions fully, if I had time to reply." Alanna said sharply, her patience beginning to slip.
"Sorry, my lady." A few minutes passed in silence before Celandine perked up a bit and asked,
"Tell me a story, my lady. About when you were training as a knight."
"A story, eh?" Alanna said "How about." she was cut off - this time not by Celandine but by a shout further ahead,
"BANDITS!"
Without hesitation Alanna plunged to the front of the group, unsheathing her magnificent sword. Screams and sounds like metal clashing on metal filled the air.
Celandine began to panic - she had no weapon. Out of the trees emerged the bandits, grinning fiercely and brandishing wicked looking swords.
"Lady Alanna!" Celandine cried, but her voice was drowned out by the battle cries. The giant red haired knight emerged close by Sleetrunner,
"Elsa, stay close by me." He shouted over the horrendous noise. All Celandine could do was nod.
Suddenly, an arrow shot through the air and buried it's head in Celandines right arm. She screamed in agony, as blood spurted from the wound. Another arrow found it's target in Celandines shoulder. The pain was so great, Celandine screamed and slipped into unconsciousness. She woke a minute later, slumped across Sleetrunners saddle. The battle still raged around her. Her grip on Sleetrunner's reins loosened, as her hands were slippery with blood. A red mist covered the world from her view. Around her things darkened rapidly. She was falling, falling. The darkness wrapped it's self around her, like a comforting blanket. The pain from her arm and shoulder was soon gone, and she was slipping further down.
I am dying. Celandine thought groggily, as she flailed her arms, trying to reach above her. Trying to pull herself back to the light. Then a voice said,
"Come back, Celandine. It is not your time."
Hope you liked the fourth chapter. Please review my story, I love reading your comments! Oh, by the way - Hi Genevieve!
