Saving Sancreith

IV | The Metallic Being

(After the terrifying and gruesome chapter 3, I thought it was fair to 'life your spirits' with a 'happier' chapter. I'm totally lying. Everything will begin to tie itself together as you'll see in the little hint towards the end..)
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Kay looked out of her small window overlooking the wide, muddy roads of Angarth. Lighting tore across the sky. Rain fell heavy and ferociously to the ground making the streets messy with running water and mud. Thunder boomed above as each lighting strike bit into the heavens. There was not a soul to be seen on the streets.

She slowly stepped away from the window and made her way through the short hallway. The beat of the rain on the windows was in time with the rhythm of each step she took down the creaking stairs. When she arrived at the front door, she pulled her cloak over her body and tied it securely around her neck. She brought the hood over her head and opened the front door. The sound of the pattering rain came louder in her ears within split seconds.

Rain pattered hard on her shoulders as she stepped into the downpour. Thunder boomed ahead; it sounded as if the whole heavens were breaking from the sky and falling down. Kay lifted her head to watch a whole rack of lighting split the sky, then waited for the thunder to follow. It was almost deafening. She felt the ground beneath her feet quiver slightly and heard the nearby window panes and door frames quake with the booming thunder.

Kay made her way down the street, her feet being sucked into the mud with each step. Mud latched onto her boots and dragged her feet down, holding on with all the strength it could muster. When Kay's pull was too much to bear, the mud would let her foot free.

With one step, however, she lost all her balance. Her foot slid forward instead of sinking down, and Kay felt her body begin to lunge backwards. She bit her lip and let her arms flail in the air as she tried not to fall. When she had recollected her composure, she took a short glimpse back to view her vacant footsteps that were slowly being filled by the rain. She hadn't made it too far, but her progress was better than nothing.

The sound of the thunder was overpowering now, and lighting split the sky more frequently than before. Rain began to bite into the earth. Kay brought her cloak and hood closer to her body, trying to keep out as much of the rain as she could, but her cloak was getting soggy and she knew that if she didn't get out of the rain fast, she too would become soggy. She looked up to the Inn at the end of the street and thought about the two large crackling fires at each end of the dining room, and the smell of warm, fresh food straight from the ovens and the stoves. She could almost taste the soups and meats on her tongue.

"By the Nine, look out!" A voice called out above the thunder and the sound of the rhythmic pouring rain. Before Kay could even react, cold metallic arms reached out and wrapped around her torso and shook her out of her daydream. Within the next second, she was forcefully thrown to the side and pinned against the nearest building.

The sound of trampling hooves and a rickety old cart's wheels filled the air in an instant. Two large mares stomped down the road in a frenzy, carrying themselves as fast as they could bare, with the cart in tow. It looked like it was going to fall apart at any given moment. The horses made a skid to turn the corner, slipping severely in the mud, and the cart crashed into the side of the nearest building. It broke away from the two horses and fell onto its side. A wheel had made its way off of the axel and rolled along until it lost momentum and toppled over. The tarp that had covered the wagon came loose while the whole thing toppled to its side, and a couple stray masses rolled their way out into the mud.

The metallic being that loomed above Kay took a wary step backwards after it was all over. The man wore a fine suit of a silvery armor that had intricate details carved along each plate. He carried two swords and a large sack on his back, and his helmet, as well as a magnificent broadsword, was strung to his waist. He was a very handsome young man, with a strong jaw and cheekbones and strikingly beautiful murky green eyes.