The Dungeons of Savant

Chapter Four: Ariadne

Heads up so you don't get confused, I changed the name of the country from Savant to Domiti because it was bugging me. The capital is still Savant though.

I watched helplessly as the three beat up their two pursuers. The only mercy they had was the decency to keep them alive. When they fell to the ground, unconscious, they dragged them out of the way and propped them up against a tree.

The three were a strange bunch. They dressed in messy clothes that would have been nice if they were washed. All of them were dirty but none seemed to care. They all carried themselves strangely. They had their shoulders hunched over, but the rest of their backs were stick straight.

The girl wore a purple dress that ended at her shins with uneven ruffles. The dress had a black corset across the stomach and long loose sleeves. She had black boots, and black leather straps wrapped around her palms and wrists. The girl had messy, almost matted, black hair. Her eyes were bright green, and they had dark circles around them. She looked muscular and fairly young.

One boy wore a black coat, a white slightly baggy shirt, black baggy pants, and tall black boots. His hair was pale blonde, and messy. It was all over his face, going in almost every direction. His eyes were almost black, and they made his pale skin seem close to white. He was also fairly muscular, but he seemed much younger than the girl.

The other boy had a head of dull ginger hair that was pushed back. His eyes were pale blue and glassy. He wore a black shirt and a red leather jacket. He had a black leather quiver slung over his shoulders and a bow in his hand. His pants and boots were black. He, like the others, was muscular and young looking.

The girl walked up to a seamlessly random tree and started climbing up it. She disappeared into the leaf's and came back down with a large bag slung over her shoulder. She opened it, dug through it for a moment, then pulled out a large coil of rope. She threw one to the boy in white and they started tying up their two captives.

The boy in red walked over to me and I couldn't help but flinch.

"Hey, you're okay," his voice was strained, but he still sounded nice. "Sorry about all this we just had to get our job done." He smiled with a bit of salt behind his eyes and held out his hand.

I tried to scramble away, but I imminently fell to the ground.

He took a step back and held his hands up to show he meant to harm. "Calm down." He slowly stretched out his hand again and I sheepishly took it. He quickly pulled me to my feet, almost flinging me in the other direction.

I waited in fear for him to push me down, or for one of the others to tell him to leave me alone because I was dirty, but nothing happened. The boy didn't seem to act like he knew I was a Tulava, but I couldn't understand why. I've never seen any of them before and I had no idea why they would take me away from The Tower. It was where a Tulava belonged wasn't it?

The boy lead me to a nearby rock and had me sit down. The other two finish tying up their prisoners and walked over to us.

"They don't look like Ardeses," said the boy in red.

The girl scoffed and rolled her eyes. "The girl's hand was burning, she's a Sari. And the boy's a Mercis." She turned to the boy in white. "Seeing as that log came from nowhere." Her voice was sarcastic, yet she seemed more angry than anything.

The boy in white gave her a dirty look. "I thought he was an Ardes."

The other boy raised an eyebrow. "Does he look like an Ardes?"

"He's not a Mercis," I blurted out, not thinking. I shut my eyes tight as I waited for one of them to lash out at me for speaking out of turn.

"What?" one of them asked.