Planet Serenthia

Chapter 18

"General I am sorry to wake you." He pays no attention to me lead on the floor and instead rushes towards Tyrgriss like I am some whore. "There has been a some trouble outside. Roughes." This makes Tygriss stand to his feet almost instantly. There are sounds of heavy footsteps outside, many men are rushing past horse to as I hear their hooves on the mud. The rain is still downpouring and the wind is howling, the two men rush outside the tent joining the army of men. I follow behind them, mud covering my feet as I watch the gates open and the heard of men heading out of them weapons in the hands. Mud flickers onto my dress as I chase towards the gate, watching the last men charge out before they swiftly shut, guards taking their stance once more.

The rain covers me as I continue to stare at the gate, the men have walked to far to be able to see, and instead I stand in the cold and the rain starring. The roughes are close and that only means on thing war.

The worries where heavy on my mind, and instead of walking back to the tent I headed towards the stables. I know Targriss commands where that I do no work till I am better, but he is not here, and whilst the horses are away I can clean the stables properly ready for there arrival. The stables where a mess, with hay everywhere and the gates clinging open from the wind. One horse was still in his pen, looking tired and wirey and I couldn't help but wonder why they had left one of the horses there. On closer expection I could see that the horses leg was ripped by something and a nasty gash had appeared. One of the night riders must have had an ugly encouter with one of the roughes.

The horse did not seem happy when I tried to enter the pen, still looking shaken from the previous events. I know very littlie about healing, the witch had taught me all I was to know, and most of that surronded humans. I still think about her often, about her knowledge that she taught me that kept me alive for so long.

The stables had very littlie suppliees, with some bandages pins and clean water I get to sorting out the horses leg, to prevent it from infection. It took me some time to gain the horses trust, but with lots of food, and pletny of time the horse started to like me. Cleaning the cut seemed to hurt the horse, but infection is a bigger risk. I made sure to deep clean it, before dressing it. I will try and speak to the healer about seeing if he will stitch it, the cut looks to deep to heal on its own.

Once the horses wounds had been dressed, I sorted out the rest of the stables making sure the hays was put back and fresh water and food was in the stable. I groomed the black injured horse, before running through the wet field to find the healer. (Insert something about being bare foot)

The healer was in his tent, a small tent located further away from the noise of the camp. He is sat inside reading a book whilst drinking some hot remidie. "Healer. "

"Yes child."

"I was wondering what do you know about healing horses." He scorned before looking at me

"I do not waste my time on animals child."

"I know but would it possible to stitch a horses injuries."

"That is not nesscary, the horse will simply be killed."

"But."

"There are no buts, Targriss does not need his men riding on weak horses." He pauses. Let me share something with you child, in the many years Targriss has overseen this camp, he has never once graced my tent for injuries of his own. Do you know why? Because he is the true king, that man is filled with more anger and power than any species out there. And yet for some reason his attention has been drawn to you."

I pause. "It is not drawn to me. He was paired with me."

"And now it appears that you are his issue to take care of.  You have made enemies with your own kind, and although it is admiral that you have managed to survive a year alone, it seems as though you will not make it a year here." Before he can continue the tent swings open.

"Why is she here?" Targriss states as he steps into the tent, he is drenched with water, and blood that clings to his clothes although not his own blood. I did not hear the gates open or the men ride through the mud.

"To discuss healing one of the horses Sir." The healer states as Targriss snorts.

"Healing horses whatever next." He states and I can sense the humor in his voice. "Very well come Zahra." He states like I am some type of animal.

As we leave the tent I can't help but ask. "Targriss what will happen to the horse if no one will heal it."

"It will be killed." He stated as I take a deep breath.

"But his leg will heal."

"And I choice to not assoicae with weak things."

"But that is obscene."

"Obscene is not listerning to me."

"I did listen."

"You went to the stables."

"Yes to gather some stuff, and saw the horse so I wrapped its leg."

"hmmm"

"Targriss please don't kill it."

"I can keep no promises." He states as the women rush in, relighting the fire and filling the tub. He strips nude before they even leave and I see there eyes shoot to his man hood before looking away. He clambers into the bath, as one of the women gather some things on the side she walks towards him, however he bats his hand away ushering her to leave and stop whatever she was going to do. Was she going to pleasure him?

I feel my eyes burn into his back as he scrubs his body with a bar of soap. So they do they have soap, where was it hiding on the ship. The ship...

"I have heard rumours."

"Rumours are not always true."

"I know that, that is why I am asking you. How many people died that day on the ship?" I ask I had tried to push it out of my mind however the rushed leaving this morning only remined me of that day we crashed on this planet, the day I lost my friends the only piece of home.

"Thousands." He states as I feel the tears start to prickle, I do not want to seem weak in front of him.

"Do most of them reside in this camp?"

"We host around 50 - 60 women. The rest are in other camps."

"Did you find them when the crashed happened."

"Most of them where found at the crash site, a lot of them badly inured, they where taken with the healers and then brought to the camps to be servants and to fullfill the goals they where taken on this mission to do." He states as I nod my head. "We found some women trying to survie in the woods, others where captured by the roguhes." So Ivy and Beth may be with the roguhes. What if they are being tourted or where killed by them. (ADD SOMETHING SAD HERE IDK) I fight back the tears, I refuse to show weakness around this man.

Add something here, they fall asleep blah blah.