As they hurry along, James asks, “How’d they catch up to us so fast?”
“Moving silently,” Jiron replies. “They’re trained for that, whereas we plow through the brush announcing our position with every move we make.”
“No time to rest then,” James announces.
“I wouldn’t advise it,” Jiron says and then hears a groan from Miko. Glancing back to him, he asks, “Tired?”
He just gets a nod from Miko as he tries to keep up with them. The added equipment he’s acquired burdens him more than he’s willing to admit.
After another hour, the sky begins to lighten and they can see that they’re finally approaching the foothills of the northern range of mountains where that lake is suppose to be. When the sun begins to crest the horizon, they locate a somewhat hidden spot and stop for a rest break. Miko immediately collapses to the ground, James hits the ground not too far behind as well. “You guys rest,” Jiron tells them, “and I’ll have a look around.”
Getting a nod in reply, he moves out and soon disappears in the trees. “Think we lost them?” Miko asks James.
Shaking his head no, he says, “I doubt it. I’m sure they have trackers and we’re probably leaving a trail a blind person could follow. It’s just a matter of time until they find us.”
“What are we to do then?” he asks worriedly.
“Keep going, try to stay ahead of them,” he tells him. “That’s about all we can do.” He leans back against the bole of a tree and closes his eyes. The pain in his leg throbbing and he knows he really needs to get off it for a while so it can have a chance to heal. His side has stopped burning from where he’d agitated it earlier. He’d looked at it after the sun came up and found some blood had begun oozing again.
Just them, Jiron returns and says, “I don’t think they’re very close behind us.”
“Good,” says Miko as he stretches out on the ground.
Jiron comes over to him and says, “We aren’t going to have time for you to take a nap.”
“I know,” he replies. “Just let me know when we’re leaving.” Then he closes his eyes as he lays there trying to get some rest.
“We’re not going to be able to keep this pace up,” James tells him from where he’s resting, not even bothering to open his eyes.
“Your leg?” he asks. He can tell James is in pain and the fatigue they’re all feeling is apparent in his face.
“It’s getting bad,” he admits. “Not sure how much longer I can keep going. I also opened up the wound in my side during that last battle.”
“Can you use a puddle or something to find out where they are?” he suddenly asks him.
“Perhaps,” James says as opens his eyes. He gets up and walks over to the river. Using some stones and dirt, he makes a small pool at the water’s edge and then settles down next to it.
As the image in the pool begins to change, they see them sitting by the pool and then he begins to expand the image. It’s quickly apparent that the trees are going to hide everything and that this isn’t going to work here.
“Afraid not,” James says as he cancels the spell.
“Then we’ll just have to trudge on as best we can and hope for the best,” Jiron says.
From where Miko is lying down, they begin to hear snores and they just smile at each other. “Hate to wake him up but we need to get going,” says Jiron.
James groans as he gets up and limps over to him, nudging him with his foot. It takes some doing, but he manages to get him awake. Jiron sets a quick pace, following the river north as they pass deeper into the forested hills. It’s not too much longer before they are able to see the sun glistening off of a large body of water through the trees ahead of them. It’s the lake that the mural back at the ruins had depicted.
It’s not nestled in among the mountains like they’d thought, but rather sits at their base. They can see how the foothills hug its southern shore and turn into mountains on its northern side. The lake itself is quite large and has a large island situated out in the middle of it. The island is wooded and looks deserted.
They turn and follow the shoreline east as the river coming out of the lake is too wide to cross to the west. After walking over a mile along the shoreline, Jiron points behind them.
Coming out of the woods where the river leaves the lake are dozens and dozens of soldiers. When they see them ahead on the shoreline, they begin moving in their direction.
James pauses for a second to watch them as they pour out of the forest. It looks like nearly a hundred men are behind them. “Dear god!” he exclaims as he watches them.
A whimper escapes Miko and Jiron says, “Move!”
Moving quickly, they leave the shore and enter the forest. “We’re going to have to do something,” he says to James. “We’ll never make it with all them behind us!”
“I know,” replies James as he works to keep his tired feet moving. His leg is on fire and feels as if it’s about ready to buckle. Somehow his leg continues to keep going as he keeps up with the hurried pace of the others.
As the hills become more pronounced, he begins to get an idea of how to deal with their pursuers. He keeps an eye out for a suitable spot for his plan, and when they come to where a ravine passes through between two hills, he says, “Let’s stop.”
“Why?” asks Miko.
“I intend to discourage any more pursuit,” he tells them.
“How?” Jiron asks.
“First of all…”
From where Miko lies at the crest of the hill where the ravine ends, he watches as the first of the men enter the ravine and make their way toward him. Getting his crossbow ready, he takes aim, and as they near the middle, he lets fly.
The bolt misses the lead man and strikes the ground in front of them. The line halts as they search for where the bolt originated from. While they’re doing this, the rest of the men behind them continue to enter the ravine, creating a tight packed crowd.
When enough of them have entered the ravine, Miko suddenly stands up and turns around as he races back over the hill. “I hope this works,” he mumbles to himself as he hears cries of the soldiers behind him when they see him running away.
Suddenly, he’s knocked off his feet by a deafening explosion behind as the ravine rocks with an enormous explosion. Glancing back, he sees a cloud of dust rising to the sky.
He moves around to where James said to go and meets up with him. He’s sitting on the ground, head cradled in his hands. “You okay?” Miko asks, worried.
James just shakes his head as he sits there.
Miko moves around to the hill where Jiron was suppose to be waiting and watching what happens in the ravine. He comes up behind him and asks, “Did it work?”
“Looks like it,” Jiron replies from where he’s lying on top of the hill looking down into the ravine.
When Miko crests the hill where Jiron lies, he can see the ravine is no more. The hills on either side have exploded outward, coming together and crushing all that had been between them. He looks to where Jiron points and can see maybe ten men who are hesitantly approaching what used to be the ravine. Only ten of the force behind them survived.
From the ravine, they can hear the cries of the soldiers who hadn’t died in the initial explosion. The ten move cautiously toward the ravine and when they realize nothing further will be happening, speed their approach as they move to rescue the survivors.
“Think they’ll continue after us?” Miko asks Jiron.
“Doubt it,” he says. “They’ll have all they can do just to get the survivors out of there.” Turning around he begins to head back to James and says to Miko, “Let’s go.”
Miko glances back at the men coming to the rescue and then follows Jiron down.
When James sees them coming, he says, “Well?”
“Looks like you got most of them,” Jiron replies. “Less than a dozen remain and they’ll be too busy helping their fellows to come after us.”
Shaking his head
at all the death and destruction, he says, “Why can’t they just leave us alone?”
“They will now,” Miko says.
Saddened to have once more caused so many deaths, James sighs, “Alright, lets go.” He gets up and Miko comes to help him as he starts to waver a little bit. “Thanks,” he says once he regains his equilibrium. Limping, he has to lean on Miko to even walk, the pain in his leg is so bad.
Jiron angles them away from the scene of the explosion and they make their way back toward the lake shore. From there, they continue following it for several more hours until James states that he just can’t make it any further. Jiron moves ahead and returns shortly saying he’s found a spot along the shore they can spend the night.
As he brings them back to the camp site, he sees a small animal at the edge of the water. Stopping, he whispers, “James, can you take him down?”
Removing a slug from his belt, he leans on Miko to steady himself as he prepares to throw. When he throws the slug, his leg gives out and he loses his balance, falling to the ground. Despite falling, the slug flies true and strikes the animal, killing it.
“You got him!” Jiron hollers jubilantly as he moves over to the dead animal.
Miko helps James to his feet and then over to a tree where he aids him in sitting down. Once James is settled in, Miko sits down next to him and then passes out from exhaustion.
Bringing the animal over, Jiron says, “You just rest. I’ll gather some wood and we’ll have this cooked in no time.”
James just nods his head before resting it back against the tree. Closing his eyes, fatigue takes him and he quickly falls asleep.
The smell of roasting meat wakes him up. Glancing over to where Jiron is cooking the animal, he asks, “Do you think it’s risky to have a fire?”
“Maybe, but I’m not eating this raw,” he replies. “Besides, I really doubt if anyone will be coming after us so soon after the beating they took back there.”
“I hope you’re right,” he says.
They have a hard time waking Miko when dinner is ready. But once the mouthwatering aroma reaches him, he perks up and readily joins in.
James wishes for more than just meat to eat. He was never much into salads or vegetables when he was back home, but he sure misses them now. Looking around, he’s sure there are edible plants and roots out there somewhere, if he only knew what they looked like. Oh, well, at least he has the meat.
When they’re done eating, they toss the carcasses into the water and Miko is surprised when nothing comes and eats them. “Where are the little fish?” he asks.
“The water’s probably too cold for them,” explains James. “They most likely prefer the warmer water back in the swamp area.”
Miko just looks curiously out at the water and when still nothing happens, nods his head and realizes that James is probably right. Again.
James and Jiron decide to keep watch through the night, they don’t dare trust Miko to do it, not in his tired state. James decides to take the first watch since he’d already taken a short nap.
It was several hours into his watch when he first notices it. At first he thought it was just his imagination, it was so subtle and quiet. Then it became increasingly more pronounced. Singing. A woman’s voice, singing a quiet song.
He quickly realizes it’s coming from the direction of the lake. Pulling himself to a standing position, he looks out over the water. Barely perceptible in the moonlight, he’s able to make out a small boat coming toward their camp. A small figure is sitting in the middle of the boat, facing his way.
The singing continues as the boat approaches closer and James is able to see that it is indeed a woman sitting within the boat. James begins to feel the prickling which always indicates magic being used in the vicinity. Must be what’s powering the boat.
When the boat reaches the shore, he grabs it and pulls it further up onto the beach. The lady inside says, “Thank you,” as she gets up and steps out of the boat.
Standing only about four and a half feet tall, she walks over to James and stops several feet away. Her blond hair glistening in the moonlight, she looks James up and down.
“Hello,” James greets her.
“A good evening to you sir,” she replies.
“My name is James,” he tells her.
“You may call me, Lyria,” she says to him, giving him a small smile.
“Would you care to come and share our fire?” he asks.
Shaking her head negatively, she says, “No. I had come to offer you and your companions shelter and the hospitality of my home this night.”
Beyond all reason, he feels he can trust her. Something about her puts him readily at ease. “Where?” he asks.
She nods over to the island and says, “My home.”
Jiron suddenly sits up and sees him there talking with Lyria. “James?” he asks coming quickly to his feet.
Turning toward him, he says, “This is Lyria and she’s invited us to her home out on the island.”
“Why?” he asks not nearly as trusting as James seems to be.
“Because you are in need,” she tells him. “And I get so few visitors.”
“Aren’t you afraid of being alone with three strangers all by yourself?” he asks her.
Laughing, she says, “No. I fear not that you will harm me.” She glances over to where Miko is sleeping and says, “If you will but wake up your friend there, we can be going.”
Jiron says, “James?” and then indicates with a nod of his head that he wants to talk with him away from her.
When James comes over, he says, “What?”
“Can we trust her?” he says. “It seems odd for a woman to be all alone in these parts, wouldn’t you think?”
“I don’t get any ill feelings from her,” James says. “Besides, she’s magical in nature, possibly a magic user of some kind.”
“How can you tell?” he asks, and then says, “Oh, right.”
“She’s offered us food and shelter,” James tells him. “I say we take her up on it.”
“Why?” he counters.
“I don’t know,” he admits. “I just feel like we can trust her.”
From the camp, they hear Miko cry out when he wakes up and sees her there standing near him.
Coming back over, they reassure him all is okay and make another round of introductions. When they tell him of her offer, he looks dubious at best.
“I’m going,” James says as he looks at the other two. “Who’s with me?”
Reluctantly, they agree to come and they all pile into the boat. Once they’re all situated, she begins her song again and the boat pulls itself off the beach and turns to head back toward the island.
Miko gasps at the boat moving all by itself, but then settles down when no one else seems to be upset by it. Her song is soothing and it seems to melt all their worry and cares away.
Chapter Nine
The boat makes the crossing in quick time and they can soon make out a wooden cabin on the island, sitting a couple hundred feet back from the water’s edge. A soft light shines out of the window by the front door. Down at the edge of the water lies a dock of sorts and the boat is heading straight for it.
Jiron takes the rope lying in the bottom of the boat, and when they near the dock, jumps out and secures the boat.
He holds out his hand to Lyria who takes it as she steps out of the boat, and receives a smile of gratitude. Then he helps James out of the boat, whose leg makes it difficult for him. Miko hops out once James is securely on the dock and then they follow her as she leads them up toward the house. Along the way she says, “This is my home, you are welcome to stay here as long as you like.”
Coming to the front door, she opens it and precedes them inside. A small house, with but two rooms, the main front room and a back bedroom separated by a door. She goes over to the fireplace and coaxes the remaining coals there to life, quickly getting a fair sized blaze.
James and the rest take seats at the
table while she’s getting the fire going.
“Why live so far away from everyone?” Miko asks once she’s done with the fire.
“I like solitude,” she tells him as she comes over and takes a seat at the table. “It provides me with quiet for thinking and reflection. I do get some visitors, but none for some time now.”
“How did you know we were there?” he asks.
James gives him an annoying look for asking so many questions.
She sees his look to Miko and says, “I don’t mind, really. After all, how are we to learn if we don’t ask?” Turning back to Miko, she says, “I saw your fire.”
“Do you invite everyone to your home who camps on the shores of your lake?” Jiron asks.
“Good heavens, no,” she says to him with a laugh. She gives them each a searching look before continuing, “Actually, I’ve been waiting for someone.”
A chill runs down James’ back, “Waiting?”
She turns her attention to him and says, “Yes.”
“For whom?” Jiron asks her.
“For he who bears the Star,” she tells him.
James looks to Miko and Jiron who both give him a startled glance as well. He reaches into his shirt and pulls out the Star of Morcyth. Holding it up, he shows it to her.
“I thought as much,” she says as she nods her head. “After I felt the power of the spell that had been used earlier, I thought it might be you.”
“And that’s why you invited us here?” Miko asks.
“A month ago, I had a dream that a star had fallen from the sky and landed on the shore,” she explains. “In my dream I had gone and picked it up.” Laughing, she says, “That’s more or less how it went.”
“What else did you dream?” James asks, almost holding his breath.
“That when the star left, it would be bigger than when it had arrived,” she replies.
“What does that mean?” Miko asks.
She shrugs but doesn’t answer the question. Getting up, she says, “Please, make yourselves comfortable. You may rest here in safety, naught will disturb you.” She gestures to a corner of the room where several bedrolls and blankets are neatly stacked.
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