Land of Armonia

Chapter thirteen

Amante had watched as the Yéeyik dragged Herogi's in unconscious body to the owl man with his strong talons. He watched as she was lifted into the owl's shoulder and taken downhill. He watched as three men came to him, including what seemed to be a Yéeyik. He watched as Misty and Juntul were taken with Herogi. He had felt himself being cuffed. He watched as he was dragged down the trail, each pebble, rock, and twig scraping and clawing at him.

What had happened? Well he had tried to explain their cause, but the Nojochs didn't care about war. In fact they would enjoy it! When the warriors attacked, the teens were out numbered, tired, and weak, but still mustered every ounce of fight in them that they had left. He didn't know how they had given up so quickly.

He should have done something, but he felt hopeless.

Now he sat, cuffed in a small hut with a chain binding him to his seat which was cemented to the ground. He felt weak, because he had been beaten and punched, dragged through the dirt as well like some unworthy being.

He wasn't alone in the room. Herogi was their, still unconscious, and bruised from the trek to the hut, and the fight before. A woman with the wings of a great snowy owl, looking like an angle entered the room. She had beautiful features and he could tell, a kind heart as well. For she was tending to Herogi's wounds.
She carefully set medicines and bandages around cuts and bruises. She cleaned Herogi's hair and washed her face. Herogi looked beaten, but fresh and clean.

But since the woman was told not to tend to Amante, he was left forgotten in the corner. But he watched with eagle eyes to ensure the woman wouldn't poison or harm Herogi.

The door to the hut swung open and a soldier walked in. The snowy owl woman dropped the cloth she held in her hand quickly and turned towards the man with straight posture and a blank face. He signaled her to leave and she did so in grace.

The soldier was buff and sturdy looking. He had the majestic wings of a falcon placed upon his dark back and his hair was made up of feathers. His expression was emotionless, not angry, sad, disappointed, or even happy. He had many scars across his body that was shown, though he wore armor. When he Suddenly spoke, he kept the same blank face accompanied with a deep intimidating voice.

"Prisoners, stand." He ordered. Amante rose an eyebrow. He himself was chained to his chair and Herogi unconscious. How were they to stand, and why would they listen to him?

The man seemed frustrated, his once emotionless face's eyebrows scrunched with his nose. " I said stand!" He shouted. Amante sighed.

"Wow. Good job dude. Really good. I thought being part bird, you'd have an eagle eye." He teased with a smirk. The soldier turned to him, his eyebrows nit tight and a deep frown on his face. But he looked confused. "I'm tied up idiot." Amante raised his wrists as high as the chains let him and the soldier saw the cuffs.

"Then break the chains and show yourself worthy!" The soldier laughed loud and deep. It was amusing to him. Amante just frowned, his eyebrow raised again.
"If that's what you want." Amante nodded his head to his right wrist. Blackness slithered around the chains, spreading itself till the chain and cuffs binding him to the chair which was screwed to the floor. Once it was completely covered, which was fast, Amante jerked his hands up and into fists, breaking his imprisonment. The chains broke into crumbs and dust easily. The soldier looked at him in horror.

"Your-Your a,"

"I'm a Yéeyik, yes." He stood smugly and raised his fists, getting into a fighting stance.

"Hmmf. No fun." The soldier mumbled. "Make her stand, the king's children are coming and you WILL pay them respect! THATS an ORDER!" He demanded when Amante didn't move.