lanton's year
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Category:
Angst › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
29
Views:
3,031
Reviews:
27
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Lanton poisoned!
Well I couldn't leave you in suspense, so here it is the next chapter.
Chapter 11
Lanton had been walking through the woods for nearly twenty minutes, when he started to feel uneasy. He couldn't place why he felt uncomfortable, suddenly, but as he saw no true cause for it he ignored it and continued to hunt for food.
Then it hit him, the woods were completely and eerily silent. There was no animal calls, sure there was the sound of the wind in the trees and the incessant drone of the bugs was there though somewhat muted, it was almost as if everything was too terrified to make a noise. As if, it felt danger approaching.
Lanton didn't even see the dart that struck his chest, he was out in a matter of seconds.
Two human figures stepped out of the shadows, and over to the half-elf.
"So, Greger, this is your great catch," one man said while kicking Lanton in the side, "its not the one we're looking foor."
"That may be so, Vacam, but it is a stinking half elf," Greger retorted, spitting on Lanton's prone body, "wont that get us any money?"
"No, you idiot, they only want living half-blood filth and you've killed this one."
"We were supposed to kill a kid how was I to know we'd me a half-blood? I don't have the patients to carry more then two darts at a time and that was my last come on we'll have to go back to the others and return to the village" Greger grabbed the dart and yanked it out of Lanton's chest. Spitting on him one last time they walked away leaving him to die.
Two hours later, found a worried Mevran following Lanton's trail, followed by the young human girl. Mevran stopped dead in his tracks, when he saw the young half-elf lying uncontious and struggling for each breath, on the loamy floor of the woods.
"What is it, Mevran? What's wrong? Did we find him?" questioned Layla, sensing the other is upset.
The elf didn't answer, instead he ran toward his charge checking his vitals and for wounds unhappy with what he finds. Someone had hit him with a poisoned dart, and it had to be a while ago considering that he had such a severe reaction now.
"Hang on, my friend, I will help you get better just hang on!" he picked up Lanton, and turned running toward the camp telling Layla to follow as fast as she could. It was amazing but in the two short hours he had been with Layla, he had already formed a fatherly bond with her, despite the fact their people were enemies. Even with that bond, however, in his heart Lanton would always come first.
When they arrived back at the camp, they were shocked to find the men that had been mercilessly hunting Layla were lounging around the fire. Mevran placed the dying half-elf gently on the ground, and told Layla to watch over Lanton till her returned. Then he walked into the small camp, ready to kill all the sick fucks for what they did to his Lanton.
"Well, well, well. This must be our lucky day boys. First we get to rid the world of a half-elf, and now, we have a full blood elf standing in our midst, practically begging us to take him," laughed Vacam. The other men laughed with him, before getting up and circling.
"So you're the scum who would dare harm what is mine," Mevran growled out through clenched teeth.
"Oh, and here I thought elves didn't associate with half blood scum," Greger chuckled, "or are the half-elven as good a lay as elves themselves?"
Mevran lost all semblance of control at those words, he gutted Greger satisfied as he heard the slurp of the intestines tumbling out of his body then he used his knife to rapidly puncture two holes in each lung so he couldn't use the dart blow gun as he died slowly. The elf only just dodged a two man attack on him, but his blade flashed and both fell to the ground. One dead, sightless eyes staring at the sky and the other dying his breaths gurgling and spraying blood liberally on the vegetation.
"Well, that leaves just you doesn't it?" Mevran asked turning toward Vacam. The human, he could see was terrified of him, and with good reason. "Coward, your not even going to fight me are you your gunna make me stab you in the back. It may be lacking in honor in my part, but then I don't ever remember having any honor."
As Mevran said these words, Vacam turned to run only to feel a kife embed itself in his neck. He was dead in a matter of minutes.
Mevran gathered their things and left the bodies in the old camp to rot, taking his dying Lanton and Layla to a new spot quickly. Then he began to work on saving the half-elf's life, all without ever saying a word.
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Well, I hope this makes up for the days I didn't write. I don't think I've done this much writing in a long time. Well I hope you like it and will tell me so, thanks for reading.
Chapter 11
Lanton had been walking through the woods for nearly twenty minutes, when he started to feel uneasy. He couldn't place why he felt uncomfortable, suddenly, but as he saw no true cause for it he ignored it and continued to hunt for food.
Then it hit him, the woods were completely and eerily silent. There was no animal calls, sure there was the sound of the wind in the trees and the incessant drone of the bugs was there though somewhat muted, it was almost as if everything was too terrified to make a noise. As if, it felt danger approaching.
Lanton didn't even see the dart that struck his chest, he was out in a matter of seconds.
Two human figures stepped out of the shadows, and over to the half-elf.
"So, Greger, this is your great catch," one man said while kicking Lanton in the side, "its not the one we're looking foor."
"That may be so, Vacam, but it is a stinking half elf," Greger retorted, spitting on Lanton's prone body, "wont that get us any money?"
"No, you idiot, they only want living half-blood filth and you've killed this one."
"We were supposed to kill a kid how was I to know we'd me a half-blood? I don't have the patients to carry more then two darts at a time and that was my last come on we'll have to go back to the others and return to the village" Greger grabbed the dart and yanked it out of Lanton's chest. Spitting on him one last time they walked away leaving him to die.
Two hours later, found a worried Mevran following Lanton's trail, followed by the young human girl. Mevran stopped dead in his tracks, when he saw the young half-elf lying uncontious and struggling for each breath, on the loamy floor of the woods.
"What is it, Mevran? What's wrong? Did we find him?" questioned Layla, sensing the other is upset.
The elf didn't answer, instead he ran toward his charge checking his vitals and for wounds unhappy with what he finds. Someone had hit him with a poisoned dart, and it had to be a while ago considering that he had such a severe reaction now.
"Hang on, my friend, I will help you get better just hang on!" he picked up Lanton, and turned running toward the camp telling Layla to follow as fast as she could. It was amazing but in the two short hours he had been with Layla, he had already formed a fatherly bond with her, despite the fact their people were enemies. Even with that bond, however, in his heart Lanton would always come first.
When they arrived back at the camp, they were shocked to find the men that had been mercilessly hunting Layla were lounging around the fire. Mevran placed the dying half-elf gently on the ground, and told Layla to watch over Lanton till her returned. Then he walked into the small camp, ready to kill all the sick fucks for what they did to his Lanton.
"Well, well, well. This must be our lucky day boys. First we get to rid the world of a half-elf, and now, we have a full blood elf standing in our midst, practically begging us to take him," laughed Vacam. The other men laughed with him, before getting up and circling.
"So you're the scum who would dare harm what is mine," Mevran growled out through clenched teeth.
"Oh, and here I thought elves didn't associate with half blood scum," Greger chuckled, "or are the half-elven as good a lay as elves themselves?"
Mevran lost all semblance of control at those words, he gutted Greger satisfied as he heard the slurp of the intestines tumbling out of his body then he used his knife to rapidly puncture two holes in each lung so he couldn't use the dart blow gun as he died slowly. The elf only just dodged a two man attack on him, but his blade flashed and both fell to the ground. One dead, sightless eyes staring at the sky and the other dying his breaths gurgling and spraying blood liberally on the vegetation.
"Well, that leaves just you doesn't it?" Mevran asked turning toward Vacam. The human, he could see was terrified of him, and with good reason. "Coward, your not even going to fight me are you your gunna make me stab you in the back. It may be lacking in honor in my part, but then I don't ever remember having any honor."
As Mevran said these words, Vacam turned to run only to feel a kife embed itself in his neck. He was dead in a matter of minutes.
Mevran gathered their things and left the bodies in the old camp to rot, taking his dying Lanton and Layla to a new spot quickly. Then he began to work on saving the half-elf's life, all without ever saying a word.
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Well, I hope this makes up for the days I didn't write. I don't think I've done this much writing in a long time. Well I hope you like it and will tell me so, thanks for reading.