Sorry I haven't posted before now...been washing floors, etc. I think I'll take your idea of evil animals a little farther.
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They were in dangerous territory, and the stress on Rea's face was obvious as she strained to peer through the gloom. A single missed step would mean her death.
She looked off to the left, and she could dimly see the ebony flanks of Nightmare through the fog.
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Arannte was silent, her face emotionless. She was numbed from cold and exhaustion, but her senses were on full alert. And something was nagging at the back of her mind.
I should know what it is! she told herself. I've been through here before. A gust of wind lifted the sultry cloud around them momentarily, and she quickly absorbed the scene before her before the curtain was swung around them once more.
"Arannte!" She heard Rea's muffled voice. "Did you see that?"
Arannte could have slapped herself for being such a fool. The words forced themselves from her mouth and each one seemed to mock her. "Yes. I should have known." The words seemed flat.
"Well? What do you suggest we do? We can't just wait for them to get to us first! We must choose our ground carefully if we want to make it out of here." Rea said, her voice impatient and with thinly veiled fear.
Nightmare's nostrils flared, and Arannte swung her around immediately. "Let's go!" she shouted, and Rea's eyes flashed with the old feelings.
"What on earth are you doing?! You're heading straight for them!" She shouted, but saw Arannte was riding quickly down the steep slope straight for the dark blurs barely seen through the mist, her sword raised and arrow on string. The glint of metal shone like a beacon, and Rea spurred Gwanthi into a gallop and took off with a leap, mane and tail streaming out behind her.
Arannte charged on, and the advancing dark shapes materialized into the startling visages of black, demon horses, of the shape and form of Nightmare herself, who was snorting and straining at the bit.
Puzzled that the horses were in a group--as they usually shunned company and killed intruders--she swept down on them as fast as Nightmare's fleet legs could take her--and faster even then.
Then she was in the thick of it, nine horses and any one of them armed with hooves, teeth and magic.
Nightmare tossed her head and bared her teeth, flying at the nearest animal. This gave Arannte time to look straight into the eyes of the nearest demon-horse, and that glimpse was all it took for her to let loose the two shafts on her string.
A horse spun and fell, and the voice echoed in Arannte's head, 'Wow, I'm impressed. You killed one of mine. But it won't end up you're way.' Arannte didn't flinch, but instead raised her sword and swung at the nearest horse, who was too close to dodge, but instead snapped angrily at Nightmare's shoulder.
But Nightmare was not idle. Just as the blood seeped from the ugly lasceration, she wheeled and planted her powerful forelegs in the middle of the beast's chest, and drew enough blood to form a dark, sticky puddle instantly.
The horse with the two arrows shivered violently and snapped half-heartedly at Arannte's wrist, but got only air as it staggered back and joined the other horse.
Rea hit the flanks of the remaining seven with speed and momentum enough to carry her through the crush to her beleagred opponant. One more horse fell with an anguished shriek, but the rest backed off and paced around the two friends, snapping jaws and dripping saliva and blood. Their eyes were glowing scarlet, and they were stronger than ever.
Give up...or die. said the voice, but Arannte could sense there was a quieter, more persistant sound behind it, and she could sense that one of the horses was almost free of the possession, was fighting to break free.
She pinpointed the horse and encircled it with pillars of light. Instantly, the demon left it and fled to the other horses, which turned on it and tried to slay it, but found themselves once more attacked from the other side.
They rushed the two friends, snorting and breathing dangerous darts of fire and daggar-like shards of ice that rent the air with a deadly hiss.
Unable to dodge one piece of ice, Arannte found time suspended, and she gritted her teeth and forced her leaden arm to slap it out of the way before she found time resumed its normal pace, and her hand was bleeding.
And even then, with gashes and bleeding wounds all over their bodies, Rea and Arannte faced the demon-haunted horses, that bore down on them.
Gwanthi and Nightmare seemed almost lazy, their tails flicking, and only their eyes betraying life. A diamond fire shot from Gwanthi's eyes and enveloped him (her?) and his rider. Gold flames smouldered just behind the thin black veil of Nightmare's eyes as he took one horse as his, and stared directly at it.
Suddenly, without warning, a dozen arrows whistled out of the night and lit among the dark horses, and squeels of pain issued forth as Arannte ducked a shaft and spurred Nightmare towards Rea.
"Let's get out of here!"
It took nothing more to get Gwanthi in full flight, the silvery tail streaming out behind him as a small contingent of mounted dark elves rushed after them.
Flying hooves thudded against the turf, and Arannte turned just enough to see the non-posessed horse speeding after them, tossing it's dark head and snorting as it raced pell-mell over the grass, before being cut down by an arrow from an elf, who proceeded to draw a bead on Arannte, only to find his bow jinxed and shattered in his very hands.
Arannte's afore-neatly braided hair was messy; strands of her hair were streaming out behind her as she urged Nightmare on faster.
One dark elf fell from an arrow in his spine before the rest turned back, unwilling to risk death without assurance of victory.
Rea's face was dark as she looked behind her. "They killed a perfectly good horse!" She exclaimed bitterly, and swung Gwanthi around, aiming an arrow at the badly injured and suffering animal, shutting her eyes so as not to see the quick and painless death.
"Wait!" Arannte said, and she pushed the arrow down. She dismounted and pressed her fingers to the ugly arrow wound in the horse's side. Slowly, a golden haze encompassed them and the horse's wound stopped bleeding and closed. It shut its eyes and shuddered slightly before being unbodied.
Rea felt a tear slide down her cheek. "At least it died easy."
Arannte felt like strangling every one of the dark elves with her bare hands. "The other group will hear of our passing if they go this way," she said quietly, and then added, "There is sign of our passing, and Roxanne knows the trail of Nightmare."
Rea nodded and looked towards the horizon. The fog had lifted, and the cold fingers of dawn reached into the sky. The gleam of the sunlight on the sea shimmered before them as they rode on.
A mere two hours later, they reached the beach. The waves washed across the black pebbles, and Rea looked over to Arannte and saw her smile briefly, then dismount and shut her eyes.
Puzzled at this inaction, it still being early morning, she jumped off Gwanthi and knelt by her friend. "Are you all right? But more importantly...how are we going to get to Ireland?" She started when she saw the patch of grassy ground they were standing on encompassed in a white glow, then a sharp snap underneath her feet and a loud rumble threw Rea off her feet.
She was immediately back on her feet, and horrified to see that water was filling a large crack in the earth between them and the rest of the land. Then, even more terrible, the ground strained and groaned, and became lower in the middle than the outside.
Then she realized that Arannte had made a vessal for them. It was gigantic, and Nightmare promptly tore up a mouthful of grass and lay panting for a moment, before plunging into the sea and surfacing a little distance away, letting the salt water clean out her wounds. Gwanthi soon joined her.
Arannte opened her eyes and stared back towards the land, now quite a ways away, the distance of two hundred meters seperated them now. With her far-seeing eyes, Arannte could see the group descending down the slopes of a mountain in their direction, having fought off mountain lions. She had the feeling they would soon reach, then leave the shore, perhaps a week later.
With her last shred of energy, she sent a mental message to Rebecca, and felt some sense of realization before she shut her eyes once more and let exhaustion wash over her. Roxanne, if you hear this...we're headed for Ireland. I have the feeling our paths will cross again, and soon. May God bless you and your fellow travellors. And your new companions that accompany you.... her train of thought trailed off as Rea turned to her and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Get some sleep, would you?"
Arannte felt sleep smother her, and she smiled up at her friend. "I am. We're safe now. It'll be a while before we get there...make sure Nightmare gets into no mischief while I rest a bit, would you? Wake me when it's my turn for watch."
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Far from them, Rebecca felt a small quake that sent shivers up her spine, and a bright white glow shone briefly north of them, and a quick gust of wind blew her hair away from her face as she turned Mystic down the mountainside.
Roxanne, if you hear this...we're headed for Ireland. I have the feeling our paths will cross again, and soon. May God bless you and your fellow travellors. And your new companions that accompany you....
Rebecca smiled and turned to the person riding next to her. "I know where Arannte is--she's safe."
Edward gave her a strange look. "Who is Arannte?"
Robin frowned. "Shouldn't she be at least a week's ride from here at the rate they were travelling?"
[edit]Rebecca[/edit] gave him a look. "That quake, wind and light was her, I know. And she just sent me a message. She's more powerful than you think." She didn't tell him Arannte had said they would meet again, but she was determined it would be so.
The group was silent as they descended the slopes of the mountain, the sunlight shining on the dew.
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I'll try to post about Schy soon, but I don't have enough time right now.