Chronicles of Han Storm - Leilaka #1 (Fantasy, Adventure, Dragon Riders)

Leilaka *** Chapter Two ***

LEILAKA Chapter 2
Trying desperately to sort out his befuddled memory, Han is captured. Not understanding the language makes it difficult to determine friend or foe . . .

Han Storm: The Chronicles of Han

Leilaka

*** Two ***

Someone was asking me to wake up.

A familiar face was looking at me.

She had red hair and green eyes.

Her mouth did not move, yet I could hear her clearly.

A weight was pressing on my chest.

I could not breathe.

Panicked, I opened my eyes from this strange dream.

A shadow was blocking the entrance to my little cave.

This was not a dream.

Maybe if I kept still, they would not notice me.

Someone grabbed my foot.

I screamed at the person to let go, kicking out with my other foot, which was simply caught and used to drag me out of the hole.

Blinded by the sudden sunlight, I could only see shadows and light, but was determined not to be taken again.

Kicking and screaming, I yelled at them to leave me alone.

Two more shadows came forward.

My light body was quickly subdued by the man holding me. He simply restrained me by pinning my arms to my sides, lifting me off the ground. My legs could not reach him to inflict harm.

An authoritive voice gave me a command.

I stopped struggling, focusing on the older man.

He talked to me in a soothing way.

I felt I could trust this man.

He came forward. Taking hold of my chin, he inspected my face before asking me a question.

I did not understand his language, so kept quiet.

The man holding me relaxed his hold a bit, allowing me to stand. He kept his arms around me, ready to clamp down should I try to resist.

The older man took something from a backpack. Coming over, he held a water bag out to me.

My body was thirsty, but my suspicions returned, making me stiffen involuntarily.

The man holding me warned his friend.

The older man backed off a step, undid the stopper of the water bag and drank deeply. Rinsing his mouth, he spat the water out, assuring me that it was not poisoned. Replacing the stopper, he left the water on a rock, backing off a few paces.

The man holding me gently released me. Caged in a human triangle from which I could not hope to escape, I stood there watching them all. They seemed friendly enough, so I decided to play along, for now.

I had to hobble over to the water, one of my larger blisters having ruptured in all the fuss I had made.

Drinking sparingly, I gave my body a chance to get used to having water, avoiding further damage to my constitution. Every sip was kept in my mouth for a few seconds before swallowing.