Chapter 7. The road to Suran
A/n: SilverSunflower, thank so much for you review, I really put it to heart. Just as a fore warning to you all, this chapter is really short and goes by really fast, but I'm really trying to be as descriptive as I need to be. Please review, as reviews are very much appreciated by me!
The couple walked through the fields of Kummu, the late heather blossoming and the willow anther shifting with the gentle caressing of a warm post-spring breeze. They both knew that the magnificent lake-side city was just around the bend.
As they walked through the serine landscape they saw a Guar nestling quietly by the shore of a small lake. They crept past it, trying not to disturb the seemingly tame animal. After they had passed it Vvardenfell turned and saw that it had leapt up from the spot where it had been laying, and was running toward where they were with it's mouth open in a fighting stance. Nels and Vardenfell reacted and drew their swords, but the Guar, using it's lengthy tail, pivoted and knocked both Vardenfell and Nels' swords out of their hands.
"N'wah!" Vvardenfell shouted, leaping back and moving her hands in an outlandish pattern. A strange blue light followed her hands and merged to form a spiral out of which a dagger formed.
"Where did you learn that?" asked Nels, a hint of surprise lingering in his mahogany eyes.
Vvardenfell didn't respond. She had been able to do that for as long as she could remember. She remembered using that back in the days that she had lived in Mournhold, but this was no time for reminissing, she had a fight to win.
She thrust the jagged dagger, missing the creature's throat by a half of an inch. It opened it mouth and threw itself at her, and out of reflex she crammed her hand through it's throat. She felt and watched as the dagger dissolved , blowing in the mid-morning breeze.
As a final reflex the guar bit down, it's long teeth sinking into her arm.
"Nels, help me!" She shouted, desperately trying to keep her balance as the creature collapsed onto the ground.
Nels bolted over to where she had fallen, her face growing pale from loss of blood.
"Vvardi, hang on! We're almost in Suran, just hold on to me!" He said as Vardenfells eyes closed and she fell into subconsiousness.
He lifted her in his arms and ran down the dusty road leading to Suran. His muscles strained and his arms ached, but his grip still remained true and his speed astounding. He stopped only long enough to tear off his shirt and wrap it around her arm, desperately trying to hold back the bleeding.
He finally came to an old and worn rope bridge. Underneath it was the large crystal river that flowed strongly into the lake of Suran.
Throwing caution to the wind he began to run across it and all went smoothly 'till he got to the end. The ropes cracked and he threw Vvardenfell up onto the sandy enbankment before plummeting to the icy river below.
His head surfaced and his legs kicked with all force propelling him towards the shore. As he reached the shore dazed he found himself way outside the boundaries of physical and mental exhaustion. The last thing he saw before blacking out was a clearly confused guard picking up the limp figure of Vvardenfell and carrying her into the city.
A/n: I can already tell that I'm going to get at least one complaint about this chapter being to short and fast, but I couldn't think of any other way to get them to Suran and to have Vvardenfell's arm be hurt. I'm not going to say much but that hurt arm is going to have a role to play in the later chapters of this story. Tank you and again PPPLLLEEEAAASSEEEE RRREEEVVVIIIEEEWWWW! Thanks for reading and I hope you guys keep at it!