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Rescued or Captured?

The trail had been fairly simple to follow. It was as easy as following a rope tied to the trees leading exactly tot he place he wanted to go. He had followed the trail to a clearing, to find 3/4 of his soldiers knocked out cold. Of course it was from his arrows. Using the antidote he had made earlier, Claqu woke up his men and then gave them the pep-talk of their lives. That’s when they started following the trail again. 

The dragon seemed drowsy, which Claqu knew meant Sorsa was hit with an arrow. This meant she had to be close by. The dragon was trapped in a black, shimmering cage floating behind him in the form of an eagle. Claqu had caught him by surprise from behind while he was bomb-diving his soldiers. Having no other way to restrain him, Claqu had summoned a cage of black magic to hold him. 

The trail was shorter now, and Claqu and his men came to the troll’s camp. The soldiers surrounded the camp, and then Claqu came into the camp. Trolls could be fearsome creatures, and often enjoyed human torture. But he wasn’t afraid of this particular group. They worked for him, and the Emperor.

The camp had a bunch of tents to the left, a line of people to the right, a small shed in the back, and a rather large bon-fire in the center. That’s where the trail ended. Claqu marched into the camp, giving his horse to a man to hold. He couldn’t help but notice the people. Their clothes were shabby, their hair was extremely short, not shoes, and they were all chained together and to the ground. 

These were slaves. This was the camp to the kingdoms leading slave providers. These trolls were slave traders. But what would Sorsa be doing here?

Many surprised grunts and yells were heard throughout the camp as Claqu’s men revealed themselves. Garatheart came out of his head tent and met Claqu at the fire. This large troll with a gold nose ring was the leader of the camp; known be the other trolls as “the Boss.” the troll walked up to him, bowed deeply, and said in a strained voice, “My liege, you’re welcome at any time and we’re ‘umbled by ur presence, bu’ wha’ is the meanin’ of dis intrusion?” 

“Hmh, yes, about that, I have been following a trail for some time now and it seems to end here.”

“Well I assure ya that we ‘ave not’in’ ur lookin’ fur ‘ere. Bu’ if you woul’ like a slave er two we woul’ be ‘appy to oblige! Even dough it ain’t trade season yet. Anythin’ ya need, you may ‘ave.”

Garatheart continued to talk, and becoming tired of his blabber, Claqu looked into the fire. It was hard to make out amongst the wood, but steadily being eaten by the flames was a small, black, leather bound book that he recognized. He had given that to a small girl with brown hair some 13 years ago. He knew where Sorsa was. 

Suddenly angry, he grabbed the chief troll’s head and forced it to look at the book in the fire. An outrage went through the surrounding trolls, but the soldiers kept them at bay. “Where did you find this!?!” Claqu growled with fury.

“I-I don’ know!” stuttered the head troll.

“Where is the girl you took this from!?!”

“She’s -she’s.........”

the air suddenly froze. The air turned stale, becoming extremely hot, it was harder to breath. Everyone’s ears started ringing. And from the shed in the back of the camp came the most high-pitched, glass-shattering, ear-splitting sound Claqu had ever heard in his life! It sounded as if thousands of birds were dying at one time. Many of the slaves to the right, soldiers, and trolls collapsed to the ground; rolling into balls plugging their in pain. The sound was painful, as if someone was scrapping their nails against a chalk board or stabbing their eardrums. The eagle in the dark cage squawked loudly and started struggling to try and get out, clearly in more pain than simply an earache. The shed in front of him started to shake and collapse inward, like something inside was sucking it in. Claqu gritted his teeth in anger and grimaced in pain. 

He knew where Sorsa was, and they were hurting her! He marched quickly and painfully to the shed. To his annoyance, Garatheart stepped in front of him to block his way and stated, “I’m sorry, bu’ ya can’t go in dere.”

Claqu grabbed him by the shoulder, looked the troll straight in the eyes with all the fury he had, and growled, “Never tell me where I can and can not go!!” the toll had long enough to look terrified before Claqu used his one arm to fling him into the nearest tent; causing it to collapse. Many of the still standing trolls rushed to help their leader, only to be stopped by soldiers at the snap of Claqu’s fingers. He rushed to the shed and, finding that the door was locked, kicked it in. The door flew into the shed with a large CRACK, slamming into the wall opposite it and breaking into splinters. The sight that met Claqu quickly made his anger level go up. 

To his left was a troll curled into a ball on the ground plugging his ears. He was screaming in pain, and had several wounds on him. A strong whirlwind was going throughout the shed, carrying sharp pieces of metal and wood through the air. Straight in front of him was Sorsa, chained to a pole and screaming. Holding a white hot, metal rod to her bare shoulder blade was another troll who had stuffed cloth in his ears for protection and was trying to fight off the scraps of sharp material in the air. It looked as if there had been a small fire to the right, but had been blown out and scattered by the wind. 

A wave of protectiveness swept over Claqu. He charged into the shed, dodging the shrapnel in the air, and tacked the standing troll. The troll dropped the rod, landed on his back, and tied to fight. Claqu grabbed the rod, and pressed it against the struggling troll’s chest. The troll howled in pain, but was then knocked out by the hilt of Claqu’s sword. Claqu stood, and tossed the hot bar of iron aside, then walked over to where Sorsa was chained. 

Sorsa was out cold. Claqu looked at her back. Burned into her skin was a circle with two small dots on top of each other in the center of it. She had a stab wound in her right shoulder, obviously from one of his arrows. There was a large bruise on her head, she had many scrapes and cuts, her dress had a very large tear on the bottom, the back of her dress was ripped down the center to the waist, and she was sweating and was extremely pale. Sorsa had changed in many ways besides the injures she had acquired. Her once completely brown hair now had streaks of silver and white in it. Her lips had a slight silver tint to them, so did her nails. She seemed to glow slightly. Claqu cut the chains that were connecting her to the pole with his sword. He caught her before she hit the ground. The wind had stopped, Sorsa had stopped screaming, everything was back to normal. Claqu whistled and his black horse came running. He put Sorsa in the saddle, then mounted himself. She leaned against him, and he held her close so that she wouldn’t fall off. 

Claqu steered the horse out of the shed. He was about to leave the camp when the head troll stopped him, again. He had a look of anger and murder in his eyes. “You can’t take ‘er! We won ‘er fair an’ square!”

Claqu snarled, “I will taker her! And anything I please!! But you need to learn your place! Luckily for you, you won’t need to learn respect!”

“Wha’ do ya.............” The troll couldn’t finish the sentence before Claqu pointed at him, killing him in a silent death spell. “The rest of you will, hopefully, never make his mistake,” Claqu stated to everyone around. He then snapped his fingers, and his men marched out of the camp. 

They headed in the direction of the Capital. He had Sorsa and her dragon, the Emperor would be pleased.

A.N. I am SOOOOOOOOOOO sorry for the extremely long wait for an update!!! It took a lot of time for me to write this chapter. I hope it had enough excitement for you though! So, ENJOY!!

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