the other kingdom

Fjor - capture

Fjor

when the witches had pounced upon him in that forest he had thought that he was surely dead, but then they had spoken words too quiet for his ears to hear while they held him down. after that he had been tied up and carried by the claws of one of their beasts. But yet they had not killed him nor drained his blood, but they had brought him to their fire , where two more prisoners slept quietly , and had put him right beside them.

He watched as the girl tied next to him drank the blood ridden broth he had seen them make, she gulped it down like sweet tasting wine. But when he saw her fae ears , he realised she was even more beastly, she was not a witch prisoner. She was a filthy half breed. It was no wonder shed ended up in this place. The other boy was a stranger to him, For felt like he should have had an importance , but Fjor didn't recognise his face at all, like a mist had clouded his brain when he looked upon his sleeping form. Then the half breed had been coaxed into sleep by the tonic they must have added. he had thought of telling her , after all he hadn't been gagged, but now he was grateful he hadn't risked it for her. She was vermin.

He felt his stomach growl and fought the urge to bite his lip. Afraid of attracting the witches by the smell of his blood. He could be in shreds within seconds , and there was no food for him here , complaints would end up only with a blade slicing him apart.

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The hunger had lulled him into a sleep, but he felt no more rested than the night before. But this time he was lying on a small cot in a big cloaked tent. He turned his head and saw the girl and boy sleeping on either side of him. He tried to wriggle away from the filthy half breed but when he tried an aching pain ripped down his spine , as through there was an invisible chain tied tying him to the cot, the rest of his body was fine but ached painfully . He flexed his fingers as much as he could when the pain subsided. Then he saw the girl stir. He closed his eyes to slits and watched through his lashes as she groaned and lifted her body half up. Then he heard footsteps. He saw the girl turn wide eyed towards it and look afraid , but he couldn't move to see who had entered the tent. The girl simply froze in her half sitting up position , like prey caught in a snare.

Then the voice spoke to the girl.

"I am Eris of the blood clan. You will train to become a rider in our witch legion. You will fight alongside two others with great power, and with these two." Fjor knew she meant himself and the fae male then. But he knew he would not fight for the witches. Fjor had only ever liked his own people , and now he despised them too.

The half breed looked at his still form then, she didn't see his eyes were open. But she looked at him with fear, as with the male too. She should be scared, he would gut her for even being born.

"I have seen that you would arrive here and become warriors of our nation. Fate has smiled upon you child, for if not , you would be dead. Now rise and come to train". The witch spoke quickly and brutally. she made no explanation as to how she had seen their fate and so Fjor knew she must have been able to cast magic. These witches were not natural, thinking about them made him squirm inside his own head.

Fjor saw as the half breed girl rose up off her elbows from the cot and stood up. But she was swayig on her feet making her way towards the faceless witch.

"Dont worry child , with some blood in you, you'll be stronger". Fjor heard the girl whimper then, as if the witch had grabbed her. But his body ached , and he soon fell into a slumber again.