CHAPTER Eighty-Three – Man on a black horse.
(At the Forbidden Forest)
Gerard stood at the border, checking for sounds of screeches or for burning tree tops. He found none. Surely his sister was here.
He strolled past the landmark and stood few trees away, he could still hear nothing except for trees and growls of wolves.
The war had started, “Anya, are you here? Let’s go back!” he called out. He didn’t want anything to do with this. Why couldn’t she understand?
He went back and climbed his horse, heading deeper into the forest. At a slight sound, he unsheathed his sword and looked for it.
As he came closer to a river bank, he could hear muffling sounds. And slight screeches. He found her.
“You’d have to forgive me, Chan. How can you fight wolves?” he saw her scolding Chan, who was tied, hands, feet and mouth.
“You are not serious” he sighed, dropping down his sword. She looked shocked seeing him there and stomped to him, shaking her head.
“You are not taking me back. See, I got Chan. And I’m getting Margaret” she pointed at him. Chan glared at both of them.
Gerard cleared the way for her and she passed, “It will be wise if no one sees this birds. They know who it belongs too…”.
“I settled that. Our hideout is behind trees and all I do is shoot down arrows. Come on, be my sidekick” she threw him an arrow and bow.
Gerard frowned. Since when was she good at shooting arrows. He found her ‘hideout’ which was on a tree branch. An obvious tree branch.
“Just because the wolves don’t climb up to kill you doesn’t mean they haven’t see you?”.
“Who said some didn’t try” she showed him a hole she dug, “I killed them and buried them. I’m a princess, I can handle myself”.
Her brother watched her climb to the branch, she targeted at something and let her arrow go, “Sidekick, go now, that one is after Margaret!”.
Gerard rolled his eyes. What was he doing here? And why should he save her? She’s doing what she wanted to do.
“Do not let this princess repeat herself. Go now!” Anya ordered. His horse came forward and Gerard lifted himself to it.
“Bring her back. And note, the ones attacking her are bad wolfs, the ones protecting her are good!” Anya screamed as her brother ran off.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.
Margaret heard an instinct scream behind her and she knew that a cavern had been unlocked. The ones belonging to the children.
She let go of the werewolf she had been trying to strangle and threw him into the river bank to buy her some time.
She drove the sword into the wolf before he could pounce on the children. She let the sword stay there for five seconds before drawing it out.
As Scott had told her, Red Mountains warriors had faster healing process so only the worst injuries could kill them.
“Look out!” the children shouted to her. The wolf that she had thrown into the river was charging at her.
An arrow sped into his ear, coming out from the other ear. Margaret searched for who shot it. All archers were at Blue Moon.
She found a man on a black horse staying at her. She couldn’t recognize him nor could place where she’d seen the horse.
“Thank you, Scott is besides the stream, you’d find him there” she declared, incase he was backup from Alpha Red.
She ushered the children to their own cavern, which had a stronger lock, “Can any of you turn to wolf?” she asked. All shook their heads.
It was up to her then. The last Blue Moon warriors, that had been protecting the children, was torn down by a Red Mountain wolf.
It pranced towards her but before it could come close an arrow fly to its gut. Margaret saw it was the same man on horse.
Why was he still there? Why didn’t he leave to Scott? And did he have to wait till the Blue Moon soldier was killed?
She was marching to him when Lydia’s screams stopped her. She pointed towards the stream, “Leave and help in front”.
She rechecked that the cavern, where the children was, were protected before leaving to help Lydia.
When she got there, she saw her little sister chasing away some frogs. She sighed. Was her head messed up cos of the chaos again?
“Margaret, horrible. Frogs are leaving the rivers as dead bodied fill them. Horrible” she cried dramatically in her. Margaret pushed her away.
A woman was behind a tree, gasping for breath as she held unto her little daughter, who was badly injured.
“We need to treat her or she wouldn’t make it” Margaret advised. Lydia hit her. She didn’t have to be so negative. The mother was hopeful.
A black wolf sped past them and threw the child unto it’s back. It seemed like it had been lurking behind them. It dashed towards Blue Moon.
Margaret panicked, trying to chase after it but Lydia held her back, “That’s Walt. Chill”. Margaret only saw his red highlights later.
The mother rose from her crouching position, “I’d join the warriors at the stream. Thank you, Lydia”. Margaret sprinted off with the woman.
Lydia smiled, sitting down on a stone, covering her ears to the sound of screams and growl. But an ear piercing shout made her turn.
It had to be Walt, it was direction he had run to. She dashed towards there. But all Red Mountains wolfs there had been killed.
Panting, she arrived there and saw the little girl lying helplessly. There was no Walt around. Suddenly, a lady, appeared in front of her.
“Who are you?” she balled her fists. The lady’s sword glistened and that’s when Lydia saw the fresh blood stains on it. It was Walt’s.
“You used… used… that on Walt” she gasped, “And it’s silver” she screamed in horror. She had been told of silvers horrors.
The lady smirked, “I am Princess Lena of Craitan. If you are married to Scott. I don’t think you’d want to see what I’d be doing with him”.
She swirled her sword and pointed it at Lydia, “Leave now. With the little girl, or she’d die”.
Lydia was speechless. A Princess of Craitan? What did she want with Scott? She peered at the little girl who was no longer breathing.
“I can’t take her to help in time. Only Walt can” she stepped towards the lady, “So you have to let him go”.
Princess Lena chuckled. Who was this little brat calling terms for her? Since she didn’t want her life, she’d gladly take it from her.