The Madness Of A Monster's Loss
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Summary: Fire had never been quite right after archer's death. It had hit her badly. She was just that slight bit mad now that she turned to the ways her cruel father had used. She would have vengeance, no matter what it took.
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Chapter 4: The Village
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Disclaimer: I do not own the book, Fire, by Kristin Cashore
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If fire had been paying the slightest bit of attention to her surroundings then she would have noticed that by now they were nearing the edge of the great forest and were riding alongside the mountains.
But the horse was going South, back to it's home, the river, in the opposite direction of her home in the North.
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As the horse trotted through the great expanse of trees Fire barely even noticed that the terrain was thinning out and becoming more worn and used.
She could hardly feel her body anymore; she was so sore all over. At least she no longer felt cold, just numb and apart from reality instead.
There was no way she could face the real world right now. Not after Archer…
So she just drifted in and out of the darkness of blessed unconsciousness as the horse move beneath her, guiding her home and caring for her.
However, before long it became impossible for her to ignore her surroundings as she found herself off the beaten forest track and moving in to a small clearing.
As they moved out of the trees Fire saw that the small expanse before her was filled with what seemed to be a village, with farming land off to the side and many huts close together as houses with other larger ones that seemed to be being used for storage and workers.
It has been so long, weeks, possibly months since she had come across other human beings; she was shocked at first; her mind reeling as she somehow managed to heave her tired body to sit up straight on the horse as she stared at the villagers.
One by one they stopped what they were doing and turned to look at her in wonder and fear; the infamous human monster of these lands was before them.
Suddenly the villagers started to cautiously move toward her, seeing her dishevelled appearance and weary body that had betrayed her and slumped over the horse again in desperate release. They could sense her heartbreak, her desolation, her loss and her hatred as if it were their own. She was projecting her feelings out by not controlling herself and it wasn't just monsters she was effecting now; her powers had grown with fury and were lashing out at any creature near her, monster and human alike.
These people wanted to help her. No, they were compelled to help her, obsessed even. And Fire desperately wanted to just let everything go, to rest and be comforted and cared for by these people.
At that point something deep inside her, a survival instinct maybe, kicked in and she so desperately wanted to cry and let them make her warm again as she collapsed before them.
But death and power had changed her.
Now Fire was going to do things her way, no matter the consequences.
Striking down that inner instinct crying within her, she felt her heart turn to stone, her blood ran cold in her veins, as she closed herself off from her fear.
She used her increasing power and new resolve to keep going, ignoring the people as she motioned for the horse to get moving, quickly.
With a slight nudge of her heel the horse swept on with Fire riding on it's back. They passed the villagers and finally exited the clearing, back in to the deep silent forest from which they had come.
Her life was forfeit to mother nature now, to the mercy of this cruel and wicked world. But she never said anything about letting it be taken from her easily.
Fire was strong, a survivor, a monster, it was who she was and now no one could stop her.
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So, that was the fourth chapter of my Fire fan fiction.
Finally I updated! Lol :"]
Sorry this chapter is a bit short.
I will try to update again soon, I am very bad with deadlines though so no guarantees.
Please let me know what yah think of my story so far.
Thanks for reading,
…Anie