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Date Posted: 18:05:54 12/28/03 Sun
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Swordslash the Admiring
's message, "If you don't post, ALL your readers shall go mad! Stop making us wait so long - post more!" on 13:31:58 12/28/03 Sun
Sarvin staggered over to a nearby tree and leaned heavily against it, her face white and her breaths jagged as if she was in pain. Grisen stared at the dead man before rushing over to Sarvin, concern mingling with raw fear in his face. "Are you hurt?"
He halted short of her, as she swiveled her head to face him, her eyes like chips of bright, bight jade. "I'm fine," she growled, pushing herself up with tremendous effort though she struggled not to show it.
Grisen narrowed his eyes angrily. "Listen to me Sarvin," he began, and then he had to harden himself even more as she stepped towards him, cape billowing behind her, her eyes flashing, but he went on. "I haven't done anything to deserve this treatment. I tried to help you and help Fyrth! I will not be walked over like this."
Sarvin's jaw clenched and suddenly, Grisen hurtled backwards into a nearby tree. He hit with a resounding thwak and groaned in agony. Sarvin's face was even whiter and she had to struggle to take a step forwards. But there was nothing tired about her eyes, they gleamed with savage anger. Grisen tried to move, but found something restraining his motions as if he was neck deep in a swamp and trying to wade forwards.
"Idiot!" hissed Sarvin breathlessly. "Idiot! Who do you think I am? Who do you think Fyrth is? We are Stabnar! Hunters for Dama'zark and Weavers of the Flows. Or we were," she added in a quieter tone, "but now that we've revolted, the Hunters become the hunted."
Stabnar! Even the Shadowriders and Radgem feared the Stabnar, the Riders of the Night. They were Dama'zark's eyes and ears, only sent out of the Tower on the Black Lord's most urgent problems. Like the Blade of Light...He realized he was staring at Sarvin open-mouthed, but he didn't care, and even the smugness on her pale face did little to alter his reaction.
Sarvin suddenly gasped and shuddered violently, and the force holding Grisen vanished as quickly as it had come. Sarvin sunk down onto her knees, shaking, her hands out in front of her, as she stared dully at the ground. Grisen walked hesitantly forwards, ready to leap back if she tried to lunge. Stabnar. The word refused to leave his mind, it tainted his thoughts, caused him to taste bile once more. But, despite it, when he looked at Sarvin, he only saw a woman on her knees, shaking with what appeared to be pain. She wan't the kind of person to let fear affect her so. Finally, with a wary readiness of tense deer, Grisen gently grasped one of her arms and helped her to her feet, ready to leap back if she so much as lifted that sword.
But Sarvin only leaned heavily against him, though she tried and failed to support her own weight. Lifting her green eyes, she stared into Grisen's dark ones with a mix of suspicion and anger.
"Are you alright? What happened?"
Sarvin pushed herself away from him and supported herself against a nearby tree, taking deep breaths. "I handled the Flows too much in too little time. I shouldn't have let my rage carry me away."
"Can you walk?"
Sarvin stiffened as if struck and glared at him. "Do I look like an infant to you? Of course I can walk!"
Grisen's anger returned. "Good, because I'm not going to carry you! Now, let's go before more Radgem or...Stabnar come." At his pause, Sarvin's mouth twisted in a smile. "I was a Falkhan once, but I doubt I can handle a Stabnar and I don't think you could either."
Sarvin turned her back on him and began to stagger through the trees. Grisen padded alongside her, sword held ready, eyes darting from tree to tree, flowing from one stride to the next. "Where are we going?" he asked quietly.
Sarvin's smile widened, though her eyes burned. "A city. We're going to a city."
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