Delmora: The Lost Quest

To Bourough In Chains

Morn fell asleep hard that night, as he did most nights. His dream was an odd one, he was drunk with a strange whore that glowed every time she drank and slowly she turned into a horse. His horse.

His dream was interrupted by Bitter, who shifted beside him suddenly. Morn rolled a little, ignoring her movement. She would often wake suddenly from a dream or some odd scent. But she shifted her paws growled and before she could bark, a painful yowl escaped her.

Morn was up in seconds. Sword in hand.

He looked wildly around the camp, the others were just as alarmed. Morn could see Biter's limp body next to him in the moonlight. Her grey fur was hardly visible under thick red blood, the butt-end of an arrow stuck out of her body. Morn's heart dropped to the floor.

Simone's eyes focused only on Biter. Whos cries echoed through the silent trees.

Edith thrust a sword in his hands "use it" She ordered.

She tossed one to Tyler who looked around in bewilderment "what the hell is going on?" He asked.

"we're under attack" Edith said.

Nyam already had a bow in his hands. He pointed it at the trees "where's The R- "

"shhh!" Lance said fiercely.

There were two men, Lance saw them at first only by their eyes. The rest of their bodies matched the trees and hid perfectly in the darkness, their bows armed and aimed.

"put down the bow Nyam" Lance said.

Nyam did so.

Lance saw movement in the trees, three men turned into four and from every direction they came pointing bows, swords and any kind of sharp object.

Men in ragged clothes with long unkempt hair and beards. Their eyes looked as hungry as their bodies.

"I quite like you're horses. Yes, they'll do very nicely thank you" A voice said.

It was a man in a fur vest, his teeth were as black as his beard and it covered his neck.

"who are you? What is the meaning of this?" Lance asked.

"isn't it obvious boy, we're taking your things" The man walked forward, his men filed in around them, getting closer. "My name is Mathew, not that it's going to matter." The man said. He cocked a smile.

The men got closer, they had already taken the horses, and began grabbing at their things, they were quiet and moved fast.

Morn unsheathed his sword, pure rage in his face, "mother fucker"

"ah ah" Mathew shook his finger "make one more move and my boys will kill you. Put your weapons down."

Lance was breathing heard. His heart pounded in his chest and every fibber of his being wanted to cut this man down where he stood. But by all the thieves right, they could have killed them in their sleep. Yet here they stood. The Ranger. That idiot. He said they needed no guards in the night, now Biter was....

The dog was twitching and whimpering. Morn was shaking where he stood. Bitters blood seeping through his clothes. Lance dropped his sword and the others, grudgingly followed. Morn knelt beside Bitter, tears in his eyes.

"get the fuck up" one of the thieves ordered.

Morn ignored him. He crouched over Bitter and broke the arrow out of her side.

Another arrow went into her shoulder and she howled in the night.

"N...' Morn could only whisper, the scream died in his throat. Bitter started wreathing.