Hey hey. Next chapter woohoo lol. I figured that all the time Beka spend on the island she wouldn't have any time to write in her journal so I'm doing this chapter as a kind of recount of what happened while she's on her way back to Corus.
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I sighed softy as I relaxed in the gentle rocking of the ship, hearing the waves lap against the sides as we pushed through the water on our way home.
Home. How I'd missed it, my friends and our breakfasts, my work and even those curst pigeons. Amazingly I hadn't seen one since our arrival at the island, I didn't know why, perhaps they knew that I wouldn't have had time for them.
On the few occasions that Dom managed to drag me back to the ship for a few hours to rest and have my cuts and bruises healed, which were few and far between, my mind always wandered back to home and I wondered what my friends were doing at that very moment, if they were alright.
And even though I tried not to, I often thought of Rosto and his kiss and it always brought a smile to my face
It had been nearly two months since that morning on the docks, two months of constant fighting. The island is stained red now, as the blood of both sides soaked into its soil.
I have not felt this relaxed in a long time, though the clash of metal and screams of pain still rang loud and clear in my ears. Although I suspected that my relaxed feeling had something to do with the amount of healing that had not long ago been done on me. It was over, finally.
I shifted slightly in my bed in my cabin and Pounce yowled in annoyance at me moving and disrupting his beauty sleep. Muttering sourly he once again curled up next to my side and purred softly as he went back to sleep.
I will write a short version of what happened, I couldn't bear to write a day by day account of what occurred, I couldn't. After the first week the days just began to blend together, I lost track of when one stopped and when one began. It just didn't matter, it was always the same. Block, duck, block, swing, kill, move onto the next one. And there was always a next one.
We were out numbered by about fifty men as it turned out, but on the morning we attacked we had the advantage of surprise and we nearly made the count even. On our side we lost about one third of our men and women and of the remaining, about twenty will never walk again.
We had almost wiped out Father's entire army, except for a hand full that had gotten away in several small boats that had been hidden in a cove that we had no idea about, but it wasn't many.
It hardly mattered now anyway, Father was locked in the brig of the ship under several mage spells and a fully armed guard of four men. We'd won, it was over.
My door opened slightly and Dom poked his head around it and sighed. "You should be sleeping."
"I can only sleep so much." I retorted.
He chuckled and opened the door fully and walked inside followed by Tyron. Both commanders had not escaped without injury. Tyron had a new long, narrow scar along his nose, across the corner of his mouth and down his chin and had had his left ear completely cut off.
Dom's most recent scar was on his stomach when he'd been hit with a spiked ball and chain. The curst hunk of metal had embedded itself deep in his stomach and he'd only just survived.
"The fur ball seems to have no problem sleeping, and all he did was be a pain in our backsides." Dom smirked.
Pounce raised his head and hissed insults that he didn't understand.
I chuckled, having heard them perfectly. "Leave him be Pounce, he is only baiting you."
"How are you feeling?" Tyron asked setting a plate of stew and a cup of something the healers were making me drink. Terrible tasting stuff.
I shrugged. "Fine. In need of fresh air."
"No, you will stay in here and rest for the rest of the journey, it's not that long." Dom ordered.
Okay I should explain. During the fight with my father, even though I won, he ripped open my stomach with a new weapon called the claw. It has four blades that curl under at the end and it fits onto the back of the hand like an extension of your knuckles.
The blades ripped from the middle of my ribs and cut diagonally across to my left hip. The gashes are roughly two centimetres wide and four centimetres deep, nearly spilling my insides.
Luckily by that time we outnumbered the others and Dom got me back to the healers fairly quickly. But they couldn't heal me completely, being worn out and while they healed the outside cuts and put my insides back in their right places they weren't able to completely heal some of the more damaged bits and pieces in my stomach. So I have internal bleeding and I'm slowly dying.
It's not painful, everything from my upper chest down feels numb though I can still move everything.
If I can get back to Giles in time he will be able to heal me and I'll be alright, but in the mean time I've been warned that if I do anything to active, I'll open the outside cuts again and probably bleed to death.
This is why Dom and Tyron have locked me in my cabin for the rest of the journey.
I sighed in defeat, I didn't have the energy to argue with him about it again. "Alright, alright."
He nodded and bent down, kissing my forehead. "Good, just stay here and rest."
The pair of them left then, closing the door and locking it behind them. I snorted, as if that would keep me in here if I wanted to get out.
But I had struck a deal with him, I stay in here and 'rest' and instead of going straight to Giles' when we made port, we go via Jane street kennel and deliver father to Goodwin, I had promised her hadn't I?
After much shouting on both our parts he had reluctantly agreed, Pounce had intervened on my part and almost scared him overboard. After I had sufficiently scolded my rotten cat, I made Dom slightly happier about it by promising I'd go just as a guard and wear a hood so my friends didn't know I was there. A reunion would take up time and the longer we take there the more aggravated Dom would get.
I suppose I should write about the two most important events in semi-detail, as it is I have nothing else to do, in case I have to tell it in father's trial, if he gets that far without being killed by someone. Though I have given strict instructions to my fighters not to kill him, unless it is completely necessary, like if he is going to get away.
The first happened half way through our war, and to my utter horror we were betrayed by one of our own. None of us knows why, but one of the group leaders, Isaac, told our enemy the location of one of our healing bases.
I'd set up three bases in well hidden locations around the island and used them as infirmaries. While the ship was the main one, if it wasn't the closest option or the wound wasn't to life-threatening then they'd just be taken to the closest base. Save making the ship crowded and when it took the critically wounded back to Corus the bases were the only source of help.
The night after Isaac had belayed the information that base had been completely destroyed and all the people in there, mages included, were killed.
The ship was away at the time and being down on healers and safer places to go, we lost more then we should have.
I didn't get the chance to repay Isaac for his part, he escaped in one of the boats before I even knew for sure it was him.
It was Father who told me, but by that time it was too late. If I ever see him again though he'll get his just deserves.
If I'm not beaten to it, Tyron's half brother was among those who died.
Anyway to the other.
We'd not long broken through their barriers to their main camp, where Father had been hiding out, and I'd just disposed of one of his Commanders when I laid eyes on him.
"Hello daughter." His voice was cold and low and it sent shivers up my spine. In his left hand he held a sword, the same design on the hilt as the dagger that was tied to my waist. And in his right hand he held the claw that shimmered dangerously in the midday sun.
I nodded curtly. The noise of the battle raging on around us suddenly droned out and all I concentrated on was him. "Father." I said it sarcastically and matched his tone, drawing myself up to my full height.
He looked me up and down and didn't even blink when one of his men fell not a metre from him.
Then he smiled cruelly. "After all you're running my child, you still turn into what you run from."
"Not true." I snapped icily. "We are on different sides, in case you haven't noticed."
He eyed me. "Yet you are splattered in blood, same as I, and you are indifferent to what is happening, same as I. You kill all those who stand in your path..."
"Only those who have the intent of killing me also." I interrupted, I didn't like it because I knew he was right. "And now you are standing in my path."
His smile didn't waver. "Same as I. Wether you will admit it or not, we are alike in many ways my daughter." His icy blue eyes stared into mine and I growled.
"Even so, we are different in the ways that count."
"Ah, you have been listening to Giles I see. I knew I should have killed him years ago."
"You've tried that remember? He's to strong for even you." Now it was my turn to smirk.
"No one is to strong for me girl, you are no different."
It appears that I struck a nerve.
"Living through this is not my goal, destroying your hold on power is, wether I kill you or capture you." I shrugged. "If I die in the process than that is the price to be paid."
"You are an assassin at heart, succeed or die trying."
"Mmm, the only thing you ever said that made any sense. Now are you going to talk some more or will we end this now? My people want to go home."
"Very well daughter, if death is truly what you wish, then you shall join your sister and your men and women. You know it was one of your own who gave me the position of that base of yours?" He smirked as he raised the sword. "Isaac, I believe his name is, nice, aspiring young man."
The mention of Diona fuelled my energy and anger and the information of a traitor was only fuel to the flame. "Where is he?"
"Gone, on the boats. I've yet to decide if he is also smart or spineless."
"Spineless." I spat.
He smirked once more and then swung at me, I brought my sword up and blocked it. Of all the metal against metal I've heard, this sounded different. Louder, more serious.
"It's not to late daughter." He smiled as he swung the blade at my legs.
I jumped over the blade and brought my own down on his head but he caught it in the claw and went to run me through with the sword.
"I'd rather be dead." I spat, turning my body to the side and missing the point.
"Very well."
We picked up the pace, swinging and ducking, jumping out of the way, blocking and surviving each others blows.
He was better then any of his men and he had more experience than I did.
I sensed a presence behind me and with one hand blocked the claws' blow from my father and my other hand went to my dagger. I pulled it from my belt and flung it behind me, a quick glance reviled that I'd hit the man square in the chest and he fell to the ground, face first.
But that glance was one moment to long and the next thing I knew the flash of the claw's blades caught my eye just before they made contact with my skin.
I howled in pain as they tore across my body, the blood rushed from me and mixed with the dirt at my feet. I immediately felt dizzy and nearly toppled forwards.
"I am disappointed child, I expected more of you." His harsh voice penetrated me and blocked the feeling of pain.
I glared at him and for a moment I saw surprise flash in his eyes as his simple sentence filled me with rage.
Before he could react I drove my sword into his right shoulder blade making him drop the bloodied claw. I ripped it out and swung it across his left wrist slicing it to the bone and smirked as he cried out and dropped the sword as well.
And in one fluid movement I delivered a round house kick to his jaw and he fell backwards. Then using the hilt of my sword, brought it down hard on his head. He dropped the rest of the way to the ground, unconscious.
I swung around and drew my blade across the stomach of the guard behind me then front flipping over his body and rammed my sword into the man behind him.
I watched as the life left his eyes and he went limp. Using my foot to push him off my blade the pain of my own injuries came back to me and I yelped and fell to my knees.
"Dom!" I yelled out and as another body fell next to me I saw his face though my vision was starting to blur.
"Over there. He's unconscious." I pointed weekly to the still body of the opponent's leader. "Announce that he's dead and take….the commanders with us….for….questioning…..and kill….the rest." My breathing was becoming rugged and my vision was getting worse.
Dom had wrapped a shirt from somewhere around my wound and was pressing lightly on it. "Stay with me Beks, come on stay with me!" He muttered to me and then shouted out my order to the others.
The last thing I remembered of that day was Dom gently picking me up with the help of Kurt, who was bleeding from a nasty looking gash on the side of his head before everything went black.
The next time I woke I was looking at the ceiling of my cabin and felt the rocking of the ship.
"Beka, thank the gods your alive!" Dom smiled so much I wondered if it would fall of his face. He tucked a strand of my short hair behind my ear and then grabbed my hand.
"Everything things alright. Your father is in the brig and we've gotten everyone off the island, we're just waiting for the more critical to become a bit more stable before we head out onto the open sea. We don't need you all sea sick. We were so worried, you've been out of it for three days…"
I groaned. He was talking far to fast and it was giving me a headache. "Dom, I wanna go home."
He paused at my whispered request and smiled. "We're going, you'll be okay." His smile turned shaky and unsure and his eyes were once again worried. He sounded more like he was reassuring himself then he was telling me.
I think I nodded before I went back to sleep.
I will leave it there. I think it's dark now and Kurt just came and told me we're only about six hours from the Corus so I will try and sleep some more.
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How was that? Was it a good enough fight scene? I'm not to sure how to write them really….I can picture it but that's about it. =D.
I think it's the longest one I've done in a while….hope you liked it.
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