A/N
this is an original story and i hope to use it later. the plot is my creation, and(though it is a bit twisted)i hope to use it later and really publish a version of it.
Back to Anye now! she's still in the tower, but not for long!
hope you notice who decides to return to the tale!
this new Garron is based on a friend that i had years and years ago. my charactor Garron is the only one who's name has not been changed. his personality, has remained the same over the course of the book, but he will smarten up! i promise that (he is a little slow, i guess that's just to contrast the begining with the end.)
hope you like!
Chapter 11
Big mistake
Several hours of bending and pulling one of the bars, (and a few broken nails later). Success.
Anyé picked up Red, and spoke to him, more to reassure herself than any thing else.
'Ok Red we're leaving now, just hold on.' She carefully pulled herself and Red out the window and on to the ledge just below.
From what she could see in the darkness it was just wide enough for her to stand duck-footed and decide which direction to jump in.
'The moat is our only chance. It's our only chance.' she whispered to herself. 'Ok, time to jump, one, two, three!'
As Anyé launched herself from the ledge, she strangely did not fall as fast as she had expected to. The guards looked up in surprise as she fairly floated over them. One called out to another team of sentries on the other side of the fort, but Anyé was well over the moat, and she hoped it was deep enough for her. She plummeted into the water, and came up sputtering a few seconds later, and got her bearings.
'Straight ahead!' she thought 'easy!'
She and Red swam side by side to the other side of the moat. She could hear the guards calling for the stable boy to tack up some horses, and fear drove her on, how could she out run horses on foot? Why had she made such a big mistake?
She crawled out of the moat, and started to run. She had reached the edge of the Hadsworth portion of the Black Forest, before Red yelped in warning as he heard the horses approaching. She scooped him up and dashed as fast as she could in to the trees.
The horses were getting closer, and Anyé frantically looked about for a place to hide.
One of the guards started to call out to her 'Run Girl, and we will catch you! Hide and we will find you! Give up now!'
Anyé made a quick dive off the path, in a marshy ditch, with a stream running through it. She laid down shaking in the brush, Red trembling next to her. She closed her eyes and concentrated, hoping they wouldn't see her.
The hoof beats grew louder, but Anyé was certain that they could still hear the frightened beating of her heart. When the horses stopped, Red began to snarl. Anyé quickly covered his snout with her hands to stop him. Thankfully the four guards didn't notice, the leader who had called out to her was giving orders.
He had a salt and pepper moustache that twitched involuntarily when he spoke.
'Caleb, Thomas, go on ahead and see if she's still on the path up ahead.' he pointed with a burning torch.
'Yes Sir!' the two saluted and continued on. Sir turned to the other young guard left.
Anyé recognized him as the one who had chased her up the hill.
'Garron,'
'Yes Sir?' 'You almost allowed her to escape earlier, and you let three, three! Horses take off before we left! It's almost as if you wanted her to escape!' 'I assure you Sir, it was an accident. It won't happen again.' the young guard paused, 'I promise.' 'You're right for once, Garron.' said sir calmly, as he drew his sword. 'It won't.'
The guard was amazingly quick and drew his own sword in defense as if he had anticipated the captain's move, but Sir drove the pummeled hilt of his blade viciously into the side of the young guard's face, knocking him off his black steed. He did not move, and Sir got off his own horse, placed his torch carefully between some rocks on the roadside, and pulled the body into the stream near Anyé.
Anyé was shocked; this man had killed the guard, just because he had an off day! She knew she had to do something. Looking around, she found a sizable rock, and took careful aim.
Thunk!
Sir dropped to the ground, knocked out. Both horses shied in fright, but Anyé crawled out of the underbrush to calm them down.
'Easy boys, easy! It'll be all right.' she tethered them to a tree, picked up the torch, and turned back to the young guard. She pulled him out of the murky water by his boots; he had an awful cut just above his eye, and did not seem to be breathing.
Anyé leaned over him and placed her head against where his heart would be. She could hear the faint rhythm beating slowly, but there was something else as well. An even fainter noise, something that Anyé could only describe as the soft rustling of a breeze, yet it came in bursts, she was so perplexed by it, she forgot that the man was not breathing!
Anyé focused her thoughts on her magic, and placed her right hand over his chest. She held it just above, and relaxed it. Then she formed a tight fist and pulled, moving her fist up toward his mouth as she did so. Red watched as she pulled a thin trickle of water out of the guard's mouth.
The last of the water removed, the guard took a deep shuddering gasp of air. Anyé smiled at Red, "I think he'll live." She said.
She checked to make sure that Sir was definitely out for a while. Thankfully he was; it gave her time to get away. Anyé took Sir's sword and belt, just in case she met the other two.
When she tried to retrieve the guard's sword, he came too briefly and mumbled "Leave it" before passing out again. "lets get going." She whispered to Red, a little frightened. Red did not move, he stood staring at the young guard intently. Anyé stood up and walked to the horses, 'ok Red come on, we have to go.' Red crawled out of the brush and warily moved over to the prone guard. He curiously sniffed, and wagged his tail.
'No! We can't take him with us! We have to go!'
Red whined and lay down next to the guard. Anyé sighed. 'I get the message; let's see if we can at least wake him up.' Anyé searched the saddlebags with the torch for a flask of water, and a rag to clean his cut. 'Aha! Here we go,' she said excitedly, holding up a flask. 'And we have...' she opened it, sniffing carefully. 'Wine? No water?' she sighed 'it'll have to do.' She walked back to Sir, and, careful not to wake him, tore his sleeve off; the vest over it was too rough. She wet the cloth with the wine, and placed it on the guard's forehead, dabbing at his cut. She put more wine on the cloth, and on an impulse, poured a tiny amount in the corner of his mouth.
The guard stirred, sticking his tongue out to lick his lips. His eyelids fluttered a bit, and then opened. He looked around, and then noticed Anyé with the wine flask.
'Where am I?' he asked, as he tried to sit up, "You're in the forest, just sit still a bit now, he hit you pretty hard. Here,' she held out the cloth. 'Put this on your head, it should help.' he took it and smelled it, looking even more confused he asked, 'did you use wine?'
she gave a guilty smile and shrugged. 'It was the closest thing to water Moustache had.' she gestured to the unconscious Sir. The guard sat up in shock.
CLIFF HANGER!
a real one! wow i did it. lol.
it's getting late on the east coast, so i'll post this and maybe when i wake up, i'll have some nice Reviews! please!
thanks!
DLS
