The Endless Gallop: Sequel to
Torn From Hope
Chapter Four: Pain
By starzsong magick
A/N: Sorry, my back was aching while I wrote this and it made me kinda grouchy... which kinda resulted in me doing some mean things to Daine and Numair. Don't worry, this has a happy ending and no one (that's in TP's books) dies.
Disclaimer: You know what goes here. Nothing is mine.
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Two: Signs
It seemed to be around midnight when Daine awoke with a throbbing
head. Eyes closed, she could feel a gentle breeze sending
goosebumps up her arms in the autumn chill. She groaned and
rolled over to her side and felt grass beneath her. Rubbing her
arms to warm them up, she suddenly gasped out in pain. Her left
lower arm felt as if it were full of needles, and upon opening
her arms and looking at her hand, she winced when she noticed it
was covered in blood from her arm.
Sitting up, she glanced down and nearly cried out in shock. Her
arm was broken, and as the pain (which had been numbed when she
was unconscious) set in, Daine began sobbing quietly. It was then
that she looked straight ahead into the distance.
She was in a meadow, with large stone walls surrounding it.
Craning her neck around, Daine guessed that the fort which
enclosed them was about a half-mile in area, maybe slightly less.
But mathematics made her head pound nearly as bad as her broken
arm. She dreaded finding out what the knock on the head had done
to her.
The wind picked up again, and Daine shivered. She desperately
wished she'd put on something warmer that morning —
apparantly breeches and a loose shirt weren't enough in this
weather. The cold tears running down her face weren't helping.
Someone groaned to her right, and Daine jumped slightly. Using
the light of the full moon she could make out Numair,
spread-eagled on the ground. He stirred, then spoke. "Daine?
Where are you?"
She swallowed the urge her broken arm created to yell, and said
hoarsly, "I'm here. Sit up."
Apparantly Numair had not been injured as much as she, because he
immediately jumped up to where Daine sat when he saw the blood
pooled on the ground beside her. "Good gods... what
happened?" he whispered, staring.
"I don't know," she gasped, "I woke up... and then
I saw this."
"We need to get you to a healer," Numair said,
"Now."
Daine looked at him, an expression of sarcasm on her face.
"You think there's any healers around her? Or even a
hedgewitch?" She beckoned to the free meadow land around
them with her unhurt arm.
"That still doesn't erase the fact that you still need a
healing," Numair remarked, frowning. "We'd better find
one — somehow or another. Is that old blood, or are you
still bleeding?"
She shook her head. "I don't know." Glancing at her
arm, she went on, "I think it's bleeding still, but not as
freely as before." Daine nodded at the spot of dark blood on
the ground.
Numair stood, and she did the same. "First we need to get
that into a sling," he said. Sighing in resignation, he
ripped off a whole sleeve of his shirt, and once he was done
tearing it in several other places, he motioned for her to come
forward.
"Bend," he directed, and Daine bent her arm until her
elbow pointing out. Tears began running down her face once more
as she bit her lip, trying not to cry out. Once the sling was
finished, Numair looked at the wall around them, the closest
section being about 100 yards away.
"Who put us here, and why?" he wondered aloud, and
Daine found herself wanting to know the exact same thing.
Suddenly he set off toward an area of wall which appeared to have
crumbled with age.
Daine treked through the knee-high grass behind him, trying to
take her mind off her throbbing arm. It was then that she
realized something, in a more normal state of mind, she should
have thought of first.
—Is anyone around here?— she called out in her
mind-voice.
As if in reply to a question not asked to it, the wind blew
harder than ever, and Daine found herself shivering
uncontrolably.
—Hello?—
There was no reply, which struck Daine as odd. How could this
meadow, and the large dark forms of the trees she could spot in
the distance, not be a home to any kind of wildlife?
Her head pounded harder than even in response, so she decided
she'd try and find the reason later — after her arm was
healed.
At last the reached the wall, and upon inspection, she found it
to be about ten feet high. Ten feet of crumbling, slippery stone,
in the blackness of night with only the moon to guide them. Daine
was about to open her mouth to say so when Numair shook his head
at her.
"I'm sorry," he said, "I don't know what we did to
deserve this." For the second time that day he drew her in
for a hug, this time being careful around her injured arm. They
stood for a moment, then at last turned to the task before them.
"I'll go first," Numair said quietly, then began to
cautiously step over the rubble and climb the wall. Daine held
her breath as he slipped once, then twice as rock crumbled
underneath him. A knock on the head, which had already been
knocked into earlier, could possible mean fatality.
He reached the very top of the wall and, gripping it tightly,
nodded for Daine to follow. She found her first foothold and
heaved herself up onto a small ledge. The emptiness of sound,
other than the wind and her and Numair, scared her. Shuddering,
she made herself again forget about her wild magic problem and
focus at the task at hand. One handed was bad enough... but to
lose concentration too...
Numair held out a hand to her from the top, and Daine was just
stretching up when she heard a sudden crumbling.
"Oh no," she gasped, and the stone above her, on which
Numair was leaning, gave way. He toppled to the other side,
leaving Daine still grasping the remaining portion of the wall in
shock, still reaching up for Numair's departed hand.
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