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| − | Sorsha wiped a tear off her dirty cheek and tried to look around in the dank small space she was in, but couldn’t tell much being in the dark. It smelled awful.
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| − | She had managed to communicate with one of her captors and was now waiting for it to return.
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| − | She heard a small noise and moved back from the grate, the floor beneath her making a horrible noise with her movements and she shuddered. She hated to even think about what she was sitting on; it was better not knowing.
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| − | When the door opened a bit of light was let through and she blinked. He had returned and with him what she requested.
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| − | She hastily took up the quill and began to write on the parchment as quickly as she could.
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| − | The morning was chilly and it had been raining the previous night. Lycan woke up, got out of bed and stretched. He put on his pants when he noticed a few reports on a table under a bunch of other paperwork and frowned. He usually read orders and personal letters himself but for the past week he had delegated the reports to a trusted man of his army until he could find a captain. This way he could take care of other more pressing matters.
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| − | The reports had been opened which meant read but he didn’t remember being notified of their contents. He sat his shirt on the chair and he picked them up to see what they were about. After reading two, he froze. His face turned white and he reread just to make sure he wasn’t misunderstanding it. “No, it can’t be.” he said to no one. It was true though. He felt anger take him over and left his tent furious with only his pants on. It didn't matter it was a winter morning he was too furious to even feel the cold.
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| − | He looked through his camp and saw him standing there by the fire they had just started and neared him. When the man noticed his commander’s presence it was already too late for him to react. Lycan grabbed him by his shirt and punched him three times before letting go. The soldier fell on the floor when he released him and toke his hands up to his broken nose felling the blood running freely and watched Lycan with incredulity and fear. The others around them stood back and waited. Lycan got closer to his face and said. “This will remind you not to forget your duties.” The soldier swallowed hard and couldn’t muster a single word. He had never seen his commander this angry. He was usually a calm, easygoing man.
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| − | Not getting an answer from him Lycan added “Almost two days you have known about Lady Sorsha’s capture and you have told me nothing about it!! He growled. The man’s eyes grew bigger and he understood him completely now.
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| − | “You are demoted and you’re lucky this is all I do to you!” he said in a low menacing voice. The man looked down in shame and didn’t move a finger.
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| − | Lycan turned away leaving him on the ground and returned to his tent. He was still mad, and hurting the responsible for his ignorance on the matter didn’t make him feel much better about it. He had to do something, but what? He couldn’t leave Port Raviel and go look for her. He would be deserting his army for doing so. He took a long deep breath to try and calm himself. He decided to write a letter to the King to find out what was being done about it and one to Lady Sorsha in hopes that she would receive it.
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| − | He wrote them and handed one letter to one messenger and then called out one of his soldiers. Immediately Damien approached and he handed the other letter to him. “Take two fast horses and go to Sallowwild, find what you can about Lady Sorsha. I want to know everything. Where she is, if and when she’s being released and more importantly how she’s being treated. Do not stop for anything and report daily!”
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| − | “I swear if they hurt her....” he clenched his fists in anger.
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| − | Looking back at the soldier he rose an eyebrow “You’re still here?!” To that Damien left running to his horse and galloped away as fast as the horse could go.
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| − | Running as fast as she could through the forest Sorsha kept looking over her shoulder to make sure she wasn’t being followed. Her long brown hair was loose and whipped in the icy wind to obscure her vision.
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| − | She stumbled through and tried to keep from falling. Too late, her foot caught a deep root and she slid into the ground. Without missing a beat, she scrambled up and started running again.
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| − | She silently prayed to her ancestor’s spirits for strength and courage to keep going. All she wanted now was to get back home in one piece.
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| − | When she had been captured, it hadn’t been without a fight, she had gotten injured in the process. Now her right hand covered her left side where it flared with pain with her fall and she closed her eyes trying to ignore the sensation. Her lungs burned like fire and she coughed, she vaguely noticed the taste of blood on her lips.
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| − | What had she been thinking? Sure she had been in an awful situation, her heart had been shattered, but to willingly seek out a battle to kill her demons had not been the answer. She had truly been insane to take out so many monsters with her men. Now all of them were dead and she barely made it out herself. No time for that now… she would have plenty of time for reprimands and pity later.
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| − | She finally burst through the trees to an open area and stopped cold. Her erratic breathing was the only sound and the whistling of the wind sending her hair up in frenzy. She had no idea where she was, how in the world would she even find her way now?
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| − | She froze and cocked her head to the side, she could hear something. Her heart started beating faster and she debated returning for the cover of the forest. She held her breath to listen a bit more. It was very faint and her eyes searched around the bare area. There, to her left, came the sound of hooves. She frowned wondering who it could be and squinted to see something approach. A whimper escaped her lips, thinking they had discovered her escape too soon. She ran back into the trees and ran in another direction.
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| − | She was no match for a horse and it wasn’t long before whomever it was reached her and they broke through the trees to stop before her. When she saw what it was, she slunk to the ground with relief. “Goath!” she breathed and whimpered grateful. “Thank the gods, where did you come from?” she approached him quickly and buried her face in his warm neck.
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| − | This time she thanked her ancestor’s spirits for their relentless cunning and tenacity in training such a special breed of war horses, ones that would give every last breath for their charges. “I’m so glad to see you,” she cried and grabbed a fistful of his mane and tried to climb up, she was in bad shape and he kneeled to the ground with a whinny.
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| − | When she was sitting atop him, he stood tall once more, and burst back out of the trees. She could only imagine how long he had stayed after she had been captured. He was a very intelligent animal and had given his all in the battle. But she had sent him off with an order before her capture in hopes that he would return how glad she was for this foresight.
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| − | “Take me home,” she whispered and he ran off, his powerful legs taking her back to safety.
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