Chapter 2
Leaning down further she saw more coming along the path. She had no other weapons besides the small dagger so she went as silently as she could back to where her brother was. He looked up as she came into view. Before he could a word she pointed to where the men were and whispered. "There are a dozen men over there with more along the trail." He looked over to where she had indicated and his eyes widened. "Wait here, I'll be back." He did not give her any time to argue about what he said. So Kat had to wait there until he came back. So she watched as he made his way down to where the camp was. As Rhys was talking to one of the other scouts Kat glanced back to where the men were hiding. To her dismay she saw them preparing to attack. "Damnit, Rhys look over there," Kat muttered to herself. She looked back to where the men were, and saw them on the farthest edge of the camp. Getting highly annoyed and slightly angry she moved over towards her brother. "Rhys," she whispered. He did not hear her. "Rhys." She moved nearer toward the two talking. "Rh..." Too late. On the far side arrows filled the nmight air. Katherine broke out into a dead run. "Rhys," She moved up beside him. "Here take this" He shoved a bow and quiver into her hands. Not waiting she pulled out an arrow, strung it, and taking aim fired. Not looking to see if she hit anything Kat fired again. When the quiver was empty she dashed back up into the trees and made her way back to where she had been watching earlier. Looking back down at the camp it was in a turmoil. After a while the battle began to dwindle. By the time dawn came Kat could see a bit better. As she made her way down she looked at the various people lying on the ground dead. Making sure she didn't trip on anything, or anyone she entered into the camp. "Katherine." She walked over toward her brother. "Are you..." "I'm fine." A pause. "You?" "Nothing that can't be fixed. Come on." Nodding we went over to the horses and each mounted one. Of the twenty men who had made camp that night only fifteen were left. As we rode through the mountains I held to the back of the line. The only ones behind me were two scouts. The others were up front. 'This is all too confusing.' Kat thought. 'First the inn then the small house and now...last night. What are those men after?' She put her thoughts on hold as they rounded the final turn on the pass. There before her was what she could only assume was Minas Tirith. It was made right out of the mountain. Pure white marble. She gaped for a moment then quickly shut her mouth. 'I hope no one saw that!' As they were nearing the city Rhys came up to her and they entered the city side by side. After the horses had been stabled Rhys led her through the various levels of the city until, going down one alley, they approached a house. As Rhys opened the door he spoke to her for the first time in since their last camp. "Welcome home."
Leaning down further she saw more coming along the path. She had no other weapons besides the small dagger so she went as silently as she could back to where her brother was. He looked up as she came into view. Before he could a word she pointed to where the men were and whispered. "There are a dozen men over there with more along the trail." He looked over to where she had indicated and his eyes widened. "Wait here, I'll be back." He did not give her any time to argue about what he said. So Kat had to wait there until he came back. So she watched as he made his way down to where the camp was. As Rhys was talking to one of the other scouts Kat glanced back to where the men were hiding. To her dismay she saw them preparing to attack. "Damnit, Rhys look over there," Kat muttered to herself. She looked back to where the men were, and saw them on the farthest edge of the camp. Getting highly annoyed and slightly angry she moved over towards her brother. "Rhys," she whispered. He did not hear her. "Rhys." She moved nearer toward the two talking. "Rh..." Too late. On the far side arrows filled the nmight air. Katherine broke out into a dead run. "Rhys," She moved up beside him. "Here take this" He shoved a bow and quiver into her hands. Not waiting she pulled out an arrow, strung it, and taking aim fired. Not looking to see if she hit anything Kat fired again. When the quiver was empty she dashed back up into the trees and made her way back to where she had been watching earlier. Looking back down at the camp it was in a turmoil. After a while the battle began to dwindle. By the time dawn came Kat could see a bit better. As she made her way down she looked at the various people lying on the ground dead. Making sure she didn't trip on anything, or anyone she entered into the camp. "Katherine." She walked over toward her brother. "Are you..." "I'm fine." A pause. "You?" "Nothing that can't be fixed. Come on." Nodding we went over to the horses and each mounted one. Of the twenty men who had made camp that night only fifteen were left. As we rode through the mountains I held to the back of the line. The only ones behind me were two scouts. The others were up front. 'This is all too confusing.' Kat thought. 'First the inn then the small house and now...last night. What are those men after?' She put her thoughts on hold as they rounded the final turn on the pass. There before her was what she could only assume was Minas Tirith. It was made right out of the mountain. Pure white marble. She gaped for a moment then quickly shut her mouth. 'I hope no one saw that!' As they were nearing the city Rhys came up to her and they entered the city side by side. After the horses had been stabled Rhys led her through the various levels of the city until, going down one alley, they approached a house. As Rhys opened the door he spoke to her for the first time in since their last camp. "Welcome home."
