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A/N: Writer's block is the devil! Sorry, I
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Love Unexpected
Chapter
#2
Celena saddled her horse and tied her cloak around her thin
pale shoulders.
"Ready Sherazaid?" she whispered to
the jet-black beast, gently patting his snout.
He nickered
softly, affectionately nuzzling her shoulder with his nose. The
creature could sense her worry. Ever since she had awakened there was
hint of worry in her she could not shake. I'm just worried about
Allen and the others, that's all.
"Let's go
Sherazaid," she urged and off they went.
The horse knew
well to avoid the roads. They never took them. Celena preferred the
peaceful open fields to the dusty roads that crawled with the hustle
of the village. It was a beautiful day. Maybe this birthday wouldn't
be so bad after
all.
"Lord
Dillandu?"
The young albino turned to see who had
addressed him.
"What is it Chesta?"
"There
is an uneasy feeling in the air, my lord. Like some thing bad is
going to happen."
"Stop worrying. Nothing can happen
that we can't handle!"
Suddenly, as if out of no where,
an arrow whizzed between the two of them. Dillandu felt a quick sting
of pain run across his cheek. He reached up to touch it and found a
crimson stain on his fingertips.
His pale face was flushed
with anger. He drew his sword ready for the on coming attackers. They
were solders, black dragon solders. They encircled the four remain
dragon slayers, who had backed the horse into a circle to avoid an
attack from behind.
"There are twenty of them and four of
us! We've had worse odds right?"
"They don't seem to
be interested in a particular one off us, so here what we do. On my
say so we split up. If their smart they'll up evenly, that means five
for each of us. Agreed?"
"Agreed"
"Agreed"
"Agreed"
"Okay,
1.2.3!"
They split and, just as Dillandu had said, they
pursers came in teams of five. Within minutes two of Dillandu's
targets were dead. (Surprise, Surprise.) But a shout turned his
attention away from the other three. Megal had been wounded; not
badly but enough to stun him. A strong sudden pain near Dillandu's
left shoulder tore him away from his wounded friend, for now he
himself was wounded. Looked to find an arrow lodged but inches from
his heart. It had penetrated his body leaving the tip revealed in his
back. A hiss of pain left his lips but before he could recover
another surge of pain engulfed; though this time the blow came from a
sword. It left a deep bloody gash across Dillandu's chest, but
leaving the one who dealt the blow dead on the ground. Two more
The archer was the first to go. The last one proved much harder to
beat. Dillandu tried desperately to get a shot but to no avail. Every
time he tried he was given painful sensations from the other mans
blade. It began and rain heavily. Dillandu and the others were
quickly losing strength.
Suddenly Dillandu was thrown from his
horse. He rolled several feet, not helping his already broken ribs.
He must have blacked out be cause the next thing he knew the fighting
had stopped. From his position on the ground he could see his three
companions where thrown oven the back of one of the fallen men's
horses.
"What should we do with the leader?" one of
the black dragon solders commented.
Dillandu heard footsteps
coming towards him. Then there was pain. The man kicked him violently
in the ribs, rolling him onto his back. Dillandu coughed, violent
wracking coughs that brought up blood.
"Leave him. He'll
die soon any way." And with that they left Dillandu to die wet,
cold, and completely alone.
He felt some thing touch his face,
something soft and leathery. It was his horse, Veona. The creature
settled it self on the ground. Dillandu let his weak tired body rest
it against the horse's side. Dillandu closed his eyes wishing for
nothing more than sleep... dark, painless, peaceful sleep.
Then something caught her eye. She pushed Sherazaid faster wishing to investigate. The sight she saw nearly made sick. There were several bodies and...pieces... of bodies strewn about. By their armor she could tell they where Blackdragons. But she came across one solder who wore no armor. He was leaned against his horse's side. The beast was gently nudging her master as if to awaken him.
He won't wake she thought, seeing the blood that had pooled around the solider and his protector.
The
horse looked at Celena with great pleading eyes, asking her to help
it's master. Celena was forced to give in. She leapt down from the
saddle and went to him. She probed his neck for a pulse and, to her
utter amazement, she found one. It was weak, but it was there; the
problem was he wasn't breathing. Celena laid his body down flat and
attempted to get him breathing again. After several tries it worked.
She rolled him on to his side to avoid him choking. Deep coughs
wracked his thin body. He coughed up blood, water, and what looked
like everything he'd eaten the day before. Celena was used to blood
and gore though, she had seen her handle much, much worse.
With
some difficulty, she got the young man onto Sherazaid and climbed on
behind him. His head lolled against Celena's shoulder; his warm and
rapid breath on her bare throat. His horse followed close behind.
Celena prayed she could make it in time to save the young man from
bleeding to death. The thought made her cringe. She whispered to
Sherazaid. She gained speed but had only one thought... Please
don't die
Dillandu
hovered at the verge of consciousness. Pain. It consumed him. He
didn't have the strength to open his eyes or even tense his body. His
lungs burned for more oxygen but his body would not allow him to
breathe any harder.
Darkness
took over and he became lost to the darkness in painless sleep once
more.
Celena
felt the young man's body go limp in her arms. She knew that if she
didn't get him help soon, he would surely die.
The sight of the manor was a welcome one. She steered Sherazaid into the stable and dismounted, then slowly pulled her companion from the horse. She was as gentle as possible. It was difficult, she was rather small and thin and the young man's limp body was heavy. She placed his arm over her shoulder and placed a hand around his willowy waist.
It seemed she had walked an eternity when she reached the manors large oak doors. She slapped the large iron knocker into the fine wood, full force. She rapped five times before the door began to creak open. Standing there was the small kitchen boy, Eric. Eric was the only seven and lived at the manor with his Aunt, the cook. Celena had a feeling things were about to get really difficult. With only herself and a child to care for the young man she was holding things, more than likely, weren't about to get any easier... for either of them.