A Game of Flags

Chapter Seven: The Red Clouds of The Moody Night

𝗚imitri stared out into the night as he was on the balcony. He had his arms crossed on the wood, enjoying it as it relaxed him, he felt alot better. But he didn't forget where he was.
"This is borderline madness," thought Gimitri, "this could go wrong in many ways yet that Arathor does not listen! It is like he wants us to get killed, or does he?"
He continued, "I shouldn't worry for now," he thought. "Maybe tommorow won't be so bad after all."
Gimitri heard footsteps as he instantaneously turned around, only to find Arathor in a white attire, with his black greasy hair and beard.
"You are out late," said Arathor. "May i know why?"
"I don't want to tell you anything," said Gimitri, "i barely know you anyways."
"I know we are not close," said Arathor, coming closer. "But i am one you can trust; Perrin knows it."
"That comes to ask me!" said Gimitri. "Why did you choose Perrin? I mean he is a very talented man, yes, but what, and why did you choose him?"
"You gave me a question that i yet not figured out," said Arathor; "but there is a strange aura about Percival, and there is a strange aura about you too. Gimigrin, now, it is getting too late. Come inside!"
Arathor embraced Gimitri as they went inside together, with Arathor shutting the door behind.

Perrin finished eating his snack. "That was some good snack!" he said. "May there be anymore?"
"It is getting too late," said Arathor, "get to your rooms. We will leave by tommorow morning."
"We're leaving so soon?" said Gimitri, looking up at Arathor. "But we just got here!"
"I'm sorry, but we have to act quick," said Arathor. "We will be meeting up with someone tommorow, so all of you get a good nights sleep. A long day lies ahead!"
Perrin rolled off the comfy chair as he waddled up the steps, with Gimitri following behind. Arathor turned the light off as he entered his room, going to asleep very quickly.

As Perrin was laying on his left side on the bottom bunk, trying to get sleep, Gimitri was on the top bunk, laying on his back as he had the window next to him. With him looking up the sky and murmuring things to himself.
"I can't believe i got myself into this madness," said Gimitri, "i would not be surprised if i am dead by the second day!"
"Just get some sleep," said Perrin, "sleep is important. I thought you of all people knew that."
"Well, of course it's important!" said Gimitri. "But this is serious squabble, we have been thrown into the fire. Is there a way out? There has to be a way out!"
"I'm sorry, Gimitri," said Perrin. "But i do not see anyway out for now, we will have to obey Arathor's orders and go into the wild country tommorow."
Gimitri sighed, and did not say anymore, as he continued to stare up onto the ceiling, and before he knew it. He fell asleep aswell.

The Team was packing their things outside as Arathor was setting up the Cart, smoothing the two horses that is supposedly going to be riding for them.
Unexpectedly, Arathor started speaking to the Horse. Not in English, but in a different language. The Language felt so poetic and pure, it completely caught Perrin and Gimitri off guard.
"You do good for me," said Arathor. "This is a very serious matter, a quest that should not be taken lightly. Do you understand?"
The Horse nodded at Arathor as Arathor smoothed it once more, before turning to the others. "You guys got your stuff?"
"What was that language?" said Perrin, sounding amazed.
"That was the language of Mithronda," said Arathor, "the language of the Horses, they teach it in Nazrule."
"I never heard of it before in my life!" said Gimitri.
"It is not a very public speaking language," said Arathor; "you only learn it when you are assigned a horse - do you guys have your stuff?"
The Two nodded, as they picked up their bags, with Gimitri hopping into the back of the Cart first, followed by Perrin, and a few other members of the team.
Perrin heard the chant of his name in the background, but this time. It was one person yelling it as they came running up the Hill.
"What the," said Perrin. "Arathor, wait a second."
"Hm?" said Arathor, as the two boys made it up the Hill. "We know everything!" said one of the boys. "Everything! We know your leaving Nazrule, let us come with you!"
"You what!" said Perrin. "How do you know!"
"Well, maybe Gimitri slipped something out," said the boy, "but let us come! Please! We swore to stick by our fellow cousin Perrin over here, he is family!"
Arathor sighed, as he said, "Alright, hop in. What is your name?"
"Everard Nickelson," said Everard, "but call me Evera for short!"
"Alright, Evera," said Arathor.
Arathor climbed onto the front seat and grabbed the two leeds, and he started speaking Mithrandish again. "Run, Lightlad Twins, like the wind hasn't seen it before."
And in an instant, the Horses kicked off, and the Carts zoomed away, they zoomed through the Forests, hoping to get to their destination in time. It took them around twenty minutes to make it to the Destination, as the Horses started to get tired. With Arathor jumping out.
"We will rest here," said Arathor, taking out a pair of swords, giving it to the three younglings, "these will defend you in battle," said Arathor, kneeling, "make good use of it!"
Evera slowly nodded, with the other two not doing a thing, as Arathor had a huge smile on his face, before walking off with a long broadsword in his hand, with the teammates following behind.

It was now nighttime, as Perrin suddenly woke up to what he thought was a Bang! but it was actually just Evera and Gimitri sharing a fire together.
"It was very nice, actually," said Evera; "obviously i didn't want it to happen, but of course. You know the Old Nickelson, always doing the extreme stuff. Everyone thinks hes mad, i say hes on that good stuff."
"The Good Stuff?" asked Gimitri.
"Hey, what are you doing!" said Perrin, as it took the two boys completely by surprise.
"Tomatoes, sausages, bacon, you name it. I cook it!" said Evera, as Perrin impulsively got up, and stamped on the fire.
"You ass!" said Perrin. "We have to put the fire out! Or we attract those-"
And then, a screech was heard, as it made the three boys still as a statue, as they slowly looked down and saw a group of people on Horses, completely covered in a black cloak, and a symbol on their hood, along with cursive writing, as the Horses went diagonally and started floating up, the witchcraft those three were seeing was insane.
Perrin took the Sword out of it's sheath. "Go! Go!"
Evera and Gimitri ran away, with Perrin following behind, but before they knew it. They were surrounded, all twelve of them, they kept coming closer and closer, the three of them had their swords out now, they were tiny. But it was all they had.
All Twelve of The Shady Unknowns took out their swords, as the Three Younglings were scared out of their minds.
"See, this is what i told you," whispered Perrin to Evera; "this is what happens when you attract dark to light, its the red clouds of the moody night-"
"Back you demons!" yelled Gimitri, as he swung his sword, but before the three knew, Gimitri was thrown to the aside. And then came Evera as the last and only defense, but he was shoved out of the way too. Now it was just Perrin, all alone.
"Stay back!" said Perrin. "I said, stay back!"
He backed up, but his heel hit a stone, as it caused him to fall, now with the twelve surrounding him, they had their swords in position, there was nowhere for Perrin to go.
But then suddenly, a sun's mark appeared on Perrin's forehead, as his aura began to glow orange-red, giving Perrin energy, power and hope, or atleast he thought it was, as he slowly got up, and he threw his cloak down.
A screech came out of one of the Twelve, but it was intended as hysteric laughter, but Perrin did not take any notice as he drew his sword, and ran at the Twelve.
The Swords connected-Perrin moved slow, the Twelve moved fast, and before Perrin knew, he had been stabbed in the gut, and he fell to the ground, the aura completely disappearing as he was now weak and fragile, but screaming out in pain.
Gimitri and Evera were horrified, as a manly screech came upon them, it was Arathor, as he threw a torch at five of the twelve, causing them to burn; causing the others to run off; with the coast now clear, Arathor and his friends jumped down, but he had new companions now; Evera did not recongize the one with the dual katanas.
Gimitri ran to Perrin. "Perrin!" he said. "Perrin! Perrin!"
"Oh, Gimitri," said Perrin, crying in pain, as Arathor rushed over. Examining the poor boy.
"This is beyond my ability," said Arathor, turning to the boy with the dual katanas. "Call Syldi, he needs medical attention," he turned to Gimitri and Evera. "Hold the Blood in, if he loses too much, he will die, especially from a wicked blade like this."
He examined the blade, but it slowly disintegrated afterwards, and they all huddled around, trying to provide the best they could.

Eight is soon!