JOW: Blood and Treachery

Sheal blinked heavily against the weight of death’s call. Silver flashed from Nessa’s arrow tips as she spun her mount to rejoin their small party. She felt hands on either side of her, and a horse between her legs. Rellik’s voice came in faintly from the thunder in her skull, but she couldn’t bring herself to understand what he said. Her body swayed with each stride of the horse beneath her.  Her mind, long since lost to oblivion, wandered pathways of delusion where shooting stars streaked midnight skies and moons exploded leaving nothing but darkness. She shook her head struggling against something, but not sure of what. The effort forced rasping coughs from her battered body. Blood appeared on the saddle leather in front of her, staining the horse anew. Her fog-covered eyes did not see the grim faces surrounding her. She mumbled on through the night’s journey, the wild ramblings of a troubled soul. Her family of death rode beside her, sunk in their claws and pulled her away from the peace that shined from around the next corner. Why couldn’t they let her go? Dimly she realized movement had ceased. Hands eased her to the soft sand. She heard voices and smelled herbs and ointments and curses, but no sound emerged from her bloodstained lips.

Velvet darkness shattered into awareness. Limbs fought against other limbs and flesh met flesh followed by curses. Her eyes blinked opened sluggishly as if from long disuse. Memory followed and the rage came with it, but she tempered the rage that could kill her and tried to clear the fog from her brain. Her bandages were not bloody and her body, while sore, didn’t throb with open wounds and broken bones. She had been here some time and looking into the faces of the others around her, she saw relief because they hadn’t thought she would make it. She pushed herself up stiffly, and swung her legs over the bed’s edge to the sandy floor below.

Treachery would be repaid with death. They had hired her for a job and attempted to kill her after its completion. It was a mistake the Eniam should not have made.

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