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doors of the hall; but, alas! either the locks were too large, or the key was too small, but at any rate it would not open any of them. However, on the second time round, she came
“Did you find something?” said Mara, his best friend. She wore sage-green hunting pants and a ridiculously frilly white lace top. Why she wore such a silly outfit, he had no idea. She was eccentric, to say the least. As she came alongside, she raised her big brown eyes in concern and glanced at the tracks. She chewed a cinnamon stick and frowned. He grunted in response and pointed a short spear with a
be angry.” He flashed her the look he knew always made her smile and gazed into her incredibly-cute eyes, hoping to convince her. But it didn’t work this time. She set her jaw and scowled. He tried a different approach, lowering his voice until it was as soft as a cat’s purr. “Listen, we can do it… can’t we try just one more time?” “It’s your father, isn’t it? You think he’s going to respect you
doors of the hall; but, alas! either the locks were too large, or the key was too small, but at any rate it would not open any of them. However, on the second time round, she came
In his mind he pictured laying the slain creature at his father’s feet knowing he’d achieved something Xhan had never dared. A blur of movement ahead in the bushes caused his attention to jerk up in a quick second. He stopped and searched around trying to spot the source. There, beyond a patch of Elderberry, something fat and filthy waddled down a muddy path. His heart pounded and jumped at the sight. This was it.
creature. His dream included dragging the boar back to Mother’s kitchen for a fine roast. And seeing Father’s proud eyes as he said, “You’re a fine hunter, Son.” At Mara’s questioning look he quickly nocked an arrow and nodded. She turned back to face the boar, but her eyes remained wary and fearful. This would be a tricky shot. He leaned back and felt the tension strain his arms as he pulled
didn’t seem to slow the boar. Its pace was relentless. Eyes mesmerized at the advancing boar, he shook his head and threw down his bow and quickly brandished his spear. Mara did the same and they spread out in a circle as the boar aimed directly at him. He pushed out his spear, ready to strike, but again felt fear latch onto his heart and squeeze. He found himself
Gods, why didn’t I listen to her? He ran over and bent down next to her. Mara winced, her eyes vacant and bloodshot, but she was still conscious. She tried to lift herself up but he stopped her. “Wait, don’t get up. Rest a moment. ” Talis tried to discover where the tusk had struck her. “Where does it hurt? Wait, don’t close your eyes! Look at me, are you all right?” She coughed and inhaled
tried walking, stumbled, and leaned on him for support. “You’re seriously hurt!” “I don’t feel so great.” An agonizing grimace gripped her face. “I probably need help getting home.” He had to get her back. And quickly. Why the hell hadn’t he listened to her? She wobbled, then covered her stomach as if she wanted to vomit. Talis held her just as she was about to topple to her knees. A shiver went through her
Talis lifted her into his arms. “I’m taking you home. Now.” He thanked the gods she was much smaller than him. He carried her, stumbling down the bluff, ignoring her protests. A wound like that was incredibly dangerous. If he didn’t get her to a healer soon, he knew Mara would die. If anything happened to her, he’d never forgive himself.
Talis lifted her into his arms. “I’m taking you home. Now.” He thanked the gods she was much smaller than him. He carried her, stumbling down the bluff, ignoring her protests. A wound like that was incredibly dangerous. If he didn’t get her to a healer soon, he knew Mara would die. If anything happened to her, he’d never forgive himself.
