35th of winter 513 AV. Breathing was getting harder. Legs were getting weary. The very air he sucked in started to burn in his lungs as they demanded more. It had been almost a full mile sprint through rugged terrain and uneasy footing, yet the knight did not stop. Could not stop. The heavy armour caked in blood and mud. Some of the blood his own, most of it wasn't. Syna's grace bathed him in a warm winter light through the crownless trees. The forest was in a dormant state. Only thing moving through it was the young knight. Sprinting as if he was whipped by the gods. Plus the creature following him. Enormous reptile. He threw a quick glance over his shoulder, but saw nothing. Nor did he stop to get a better look. He knew it was there. Call it a sixth sense or just the fear tearing away at him. He felt the shame as he put his right foot in front of the other and a surprised ”shyke” escaped his lips when the foot slipped. Over 250 pounds of metal and flesh collided with the cold and frozen ground. Right shoulder crashing into the snow and earth. He let out a gasp of pain. But it did not stop there. The frozen and slippery ground sent the knight sliding across the forest floor. The metal edges of the shield scraped against the frozen ground. Markus heard the infernal noise and panic caught him again. Thinking the creature upon him again. He tried to slow down, but nature did that for him. The edge of the shield got stuck under an extended rock. Catapulting him into the air and Markus felt his left arm protest in pain, luckily it did not break. In the brief time spent in the air he gasped out a lungful of air in pain. His left knee crashed into the ground. Metal digging into the ground. With the mad spin stopped, the young disorientated knight looked around briefly before he heard a screech somewhere close. Without a second thought he was running again. He was not fighting that petching thing. Wing span too large for Markus, its reptilian body evoked the savage instincts that kept him running. Had forced him into his escape when the Balicani had struck first. Or was it second? Considering most of the blood that covered him was from its younger kin. A creature barely the size of Markus. Probably its offspring. And Markus had its several times larger and very pissed off mother chasing him. In his hurry to escape from the nightmarish creature, he smashed right through a bush. Its cold and rigid branches cut into him like thorns, tearing away at the unprotected parts of his face. Leaving many small cuts that stung in the winter cold. Fresh blood seeped from his skin. He opened his eyes again and they eyes went wide. How? When? … why? Markus stopped his run the best he could, pushed off with one foot and radically changed his direction. Why were she out here? Why? No doubt she had heard him coming. He had not exactly been quiet in his approach. Markus almost fell again, but his right arm reached out and grabbed a stabilizing thick branch and stopped his escape. Staring at the room between the trees. He saw Nira'lia there. Standing in her white dress. A basket under the arm full of herbs and flowers. She looked stunning. Looked pure against the backdrop. Why is she here? |