Arual's legs pumped as she fled across the woods, her dress rippling
behind her, weaving in and out of narrow spaces a horse would never be able
to pass through. She made herself breathe deeply as she did, so as not to
feel dizzy.
Diving behind a bush, she removed the bow and set an arrow in it from the quiver on her back, aiming it at the way she had just come. She still clutched Dagdar in her right hand. Silence. Not good. A shuffle beside her made her switch aim, her heart pounding.
"I was told elves had amazing eyesight. Guess not," the cloaked man chuckled.
Arual felt a surge of anger shoot through her veins. She shot the arrow where she heard the voice coming from, and stopped breathing when the horse cried out in pain.
She saw her chance, and took it. She fled past the horse, the cloaked man turned the horse, who was whining, and gained control. It cantered after her, but Arual was already far ahead. The bow was back in the quiver, and she was using Dagdar to cut her dress from the front.
Arual smiled as she came to a clearing. She knew where she was! Almost slipping on the wet mud of the clearing, she jumped on a decaying log, she bent a little, and cut the last of her dress, and let in fall. She ducked behind a bush beside the log, and set an arrow in the bow for a second attack.
She was now clad in a red, shorter dress which would be easier to run in. The black horse appeared, and she let the arrow go. The cloaked man looked at the young female elf, who had a third arrow poised in her bow. The horse squealed, but still came forward.
"Now, now! I think it is a little unfair that you take your anger out on my horse," patronised the cloaked man.
"You're next," muttered Arual.
The cloaked man seemed to look at her for a moment. Then he threw back his head and laughed. Malicious screeches that made Arual flinch. A tear ran down her cheek. She had never been ridiculed in her life, and she didn't like it.
The cloaked man's laughter faltered, however. Arual looked up to see the horse slipping in the wet mud, and let the arrow go.
It was a gut-wrenching sight. The arrow hit the horse's neck, and a spray of blood erupted from the wound. It's lips were soaked with it's own blood, and it cried out. Writhing on the floor, the blood spread all over the clearing. It hit Arual's face, and she ducked back behind the bush, disgusted and wiping her face with the dress covering her knees.
Heavy breathing behind her made her look up in shock. The cloaked man brought a large stone down on her head, her turned away and clutched the cut with her hand. Blood ran through her fingers and into her eye. Another strike, and Arual' face was pushed into the mud.
"Game over," she heard the cloaked man mutter before she passed out.
Diving behind a bush, she removed the bow and set an arrow in it from the quiver on her back, aiming it at the way she had just come. She still clutched Dagdar in her right hand. Silence. Not good. A shuffle beside her made her switch aim, her heart pounding.
"I was told elves had amazing eyesight. Guess not," the cloaked man chuckled.
Arual felt a surge of anger shoot through her veins. She shot the arrow where she heard the voice coming from, and stopped breathing when the horse cried out in pain.
She saw her chance, and took it. She fled past the horse, the cloaked man turned the horse, who was whining, and gained control. It cantered after her, but Arual was already far ahead. The bow was back in the quiver, and she was using Dagdar to cut her dress from the front.
Arual smiled as she came to a clearing. She knew where she was! Almost slipping on the wet mud of the clearing, she jumped on a decaying log, she bent a little, and cut the last of her dress, and let in fall. She ducked behind a bush beside the log, and set an arrow in the bow for a second attack.
She was now clad in a red, shorter dress which would be easier to run in. The black horse appeared, and she let the arrow go. The cloaked man looked at the young female elf, who had a third arrow poised in her bow. The horse squealed, but still came forward.
"Now, now! I think it is a little unfair that you take your anger out on my horse," patronised the cloaked man.
"You're next," muttered Arual.
The cloaked man seemed to look at her for a moment. Then he threw back his head and laughed. Malicious screeches that made Arual flinch. A tear ran down her cheek. She had never been ridiculed in her life, and she didn't like it.
The cloaked man's laughter faltered, however. Arual looked up to see the horse slipping in the wet mud, and let the arrow go.
It was a gut-wrenching sight. The arrow hit the horse's neck, and a spray of blood erupted from the wound. It's lips were soaked with it's own blood, and it cried out. Writhing on the floor, the blood spread all over the clearing. It hit Arual's face, and she ducked back behind the bush, disgusted and wiping her face with the dress covering her knees.
Heavy breathing behind her made her look up in shock. The cloaked man brought a large stone down on her head, her turned away and clutched the cut with her hand. Blood ran through her fingers and into her eye. Another strike, and Arual' face was pushed into the mud.
"Game over," she heard the cloaked man mutter before she passed out.