•
"Remove his mask."
As fast as lightning Falcon plunged one of his arrows in the heart of a soldier behind him. Looking up at the king, he slowly shook his head from side to side.
The King clenched his jaw and hissed.
"Kill him."
•
...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"You should eat."
"I'm not hungry."
The man shrugged and sat down infront of the fire. He placed the piece of bread beside her before turning back towards the fire.
Yara was confused. Seeing your enemy kill your mother in the same day, your enemy tend to your wounds was the confusing part. She didn't even know his name.
Yara's head was feeling heavier by the second. She was tired and emotionally exhausted. Falling asleep here wasn't on Yara's list, escaping was. However, this man was different. He was unpredictable. It's not everyday you find an enemy cleaning your wounds. She will never know what his plan is next, since he does the opposite of what an enemy usually do.
A whole day already passed by, leaving night at its wake.
"When are you going to tell me your name, little flame?" Came a low murmer from the fire.
She lifted her head at the nick name and glanced at him. "Probably when I know yours."
"It's Alaric. Alaric Cicero."
Alaric. Such a beautiful name actually.
Just when she was about to say her name, they heard a commotion outside. Men were screaming and metal against metal could be heard. Someone was here.
Dimitri?
Alaric shot towards Yara and gripped her body against his. Her shoulder was still sore and she hissed in pain at the harsh movements. He dragged her towards the exit of the tent while muttering an apology along the way.
The view outside was an ugly picture. Someone was ambushing these men by spreading fire across the tents and slaughtering men. Alaric pulled her closer and looked into her wide eyes.
"Run. Run North towards the river and follow it towards Dimitri's Royal gate! Don't look back, just run!" He said hurriedly while pushing her away from the fights. She gave him one last glance before sprinting towards the woods.
She was in no form to fight right now. Her body was too weak and needed to be healed first. She wasn't even sure if it was Dimitri ambushing this camp. It was the safest to just run towards a safer place. The pain in her shoulder lashed out everytime she stumbled over rocks and bushes. With the wetness on her shirt, the wound must've surely ripped open again.
Finally she broke through the treeline of the forest and dotched the first branch in her way. The sound of hooves behind her, caught her attention and she pushed harder to run. A arrow nearly missed her head and planted itself in a tree infront of Yara. Her eyes widened and she immediately changed direction.
How long is this going to go on!
With the change of direction, she didn't see the root sticking out of the ground. Her foot got tangled in it and the ground gave her a hard blow to the side. Yara layed still for a moment before a groan escape her. The pain was getting unbearable. With a last move she rolled in, under the bushes in hopes not to be found.
