Chapter Eleven
He could see a horse in front of him. Well, at least through the bars of his cage. Damn it damn it DAMN IT! HOW did I let myself get caught?!
He thought back on the events that led up to this moment.
12 hours ago...
He was gasping for air, but he couldn't stop. Quicksilver was practically on top of him, he had already had to take out a few scouts. He was climbing a snowy mountain, hoping to find the perfect spot. Then he saw it. It was so great! He quickly dug a three block hole and filled the top with dirt. HA! Take that, you frickin bandits! He heard hooves clattering over him and a zombie groaning. When he was sure that they were gone, he dug out of his little hidey-hole, and kept climbing. At the top of the mountain was a very very small cabin, and the chimney was still smoking. That meant that there were people inside. That meant a possible team up, but also a possible ambush. He decided to check, figuring that he was a good enough fighter to survive an attack from whoever was in there. He went in and was greeted by two swords at his throat. A bald man, who had green eyes was holding one sword. The other was in the hands of his wife, who had brown hair and blue eyes that were filled with aggression. The woman spoke first.
"Give us one good reason to not assume that you are a bandit, and we will let you live. Otherwise..." She pressed the point on his neck until a single drop of blood fell to the ground, staining the spruce wood.
"Okay lady, okay. Just calm down. If I was one of the bandits, wouldn't I be wearing at least leather armor?"
This time the husband spoke. "Or, you could be tricking us and saying that so that we let our guard down. It's happened before." He gestured at the fireplace, which was full of bodies with sword wounds and no armor. "They all said the same thing about not being bandits, and we always let our guard down. Then they would try to attack us...unsuccessfully."
"Okay, fine. If I was trying to kill you, would I walk in here with a near-broken wooden sword?"
The couple talked for a second, then came to their verdict.
"Fine, but if you screw this up for yourself..." she gestured to the fireplace.
to be continued...