“Go!”
And he did. He ran as he had never run before. He pumped his legs harder and harder, nearly tripping over his own feet. He leaped over the dead Siswi’amen, the second one, and raced out the door, heading towards the door. A cold wind had risen up, whipping against his face. He heard the man behind him.
“Do not stop,” the Siswi’amen said. “Just keep running.”
Orephain swerved around a corner. He was getting closer to the Festival. He didn’t want to lead them there, but he had no choice. He could hear the aachn howl behind him. The image of the other Siswi’amen lying dead on the Tavern floor made him race harder. He wouldn’t, couldn’t let that happen to him.
A bolt of lightning streaked from the sky. He heard a crack, and the yelp of an aachn.
“Do not stop!” the Siswi’amen behind him shouted. A strong gale was rushing all around them, howling. “Keep running!”
Orephain could see the villagers ahead of him. They were stopping uncertainly, holding on to their clothes.
2007-02-23
03:37:02
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