Castle Shyr
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Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
30
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1,519
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Johan -1
So - since Johan is one of my favorite characters to write.. he gets a section named after him. :) I love my little flute-player.
-Johan-
“They’re coming!” Johan perked up his head and turned to look as the man he’d sent to scout came barreling back into the woods, arms flailing over his head.
“Shh!” He hissed before turning back to the injured man he was aiding. He pulled the gauze around the man’s arm for another loop then pulled it tight enough to stop the bleeding before using his teeth to snap the gauze. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand as he tucked the end of the bandage into a lower layer.
“S-so we just wait for them to come to us then?” Spoke one of the other soldiers in the shadows, shaking fitfully as he gripped the woven hilt of his dagger. “I-I can’t sit here like a fox in a trap!”
“Keep it quiet, Geim!” Johan snarled, standing and pulling his sword from the ground where he’d tossed it just moments before. He looked to the few who’d followed him and frowned.
“I’m hoping that by doing this we can distract enough soldiers to let some of our friends and family escape.” He explained, seeing some of the men doubting his choice of action. “Everyone was running towards the pass - the soldiers included, by letting the Tev know we could hold our own, then taking off in the opposite direction, we let them know we were a threat that needed to be dealt with - they’ll surely send a good number of men this way, leaving at least some of the others free to escape.” He frowned and moved his gaze towards the little view of Crawyn he had from the thick trees around him. It was like he’d been shot through the heart with a poisoned arrow: the smoke of decay which rose into the sky from the burning buildings and smoldering bodies, sent a stream of anguish and despair through his veins, locking his limbs and lurching his stomach. He turned and put his arm out to support himself on a sapling as he felt another retch rise, and allowed himself the displeasure of vomiting on the green ground.
Geim frowned and turned his head away, the sound of Johan’s retching almost making him do the same - not that he hadn’t already. In fact, none of the group said anything as Johan nearly crumpled to his knees with painstaking lurches, they had all done the same already, it was a miracle Johan had lasted this long. Not even the bravest of men could really prepare themselves for something like this, no matter how hard they tried, no matter how much they boasted. Geim turned and spit into the bushes as he felt the acid taste on the back of his tongue - then pain.
“Geim!” Johan lifted his head and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as one of his group shouted, turning and stepping back. Geim paused, looking at the others, seemingly confused for a moment, before he lowered his gaze to the arrow protruding from his stomach, covered in blood and things that shouldn’t have been seen. He stumbled to his knees, then hit the ground.
The Tev had arrived.
Johan hefted his sword into the air, panting for breath, the cool air almost making the taste in his mouth dissipate - but the taste of acid and old food was the least of his worries. He stumbled backwards, paralyzed in fear as the Tev began leaping from the bushes like nightmarish bugs. He shook his head, closed his eyes, and ran forward with a cry, sword catching the only bit of light left in the forest as he rushed onwards towards the battle.
-Johan-
“They’re coming!” Johan perked up his head and turned to look as the man he’d sent to scout came barreling back into the woods, arms flailing over his head.
“Shh!” He hissed before turning back to the injured man he was aiding. He pulled the gauze around the man’s arm for another loop then pulled it tight enough to stop the bleeding before using his teeth to snap the gauze. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand as he tucked the end of the bandage into a lower layer.
“S-so we just wait for them to come to us then?” Spoke one of the other soldiers in the shadows, shaking fitfully as he gripped the woven hilt of his dagger. “I-I can’t sit here like a fox in a trap!”
“Keep it quiet, Geim!” Johan snarled, standing and pulling his sword from the ground where he’d tossed it just moments before. He looked to the few who’d followed him and frowned.
“I’m hoping that by doing this we can distract enough soldiers to let some of our friends and family escape.” He explained, seeing some of the men doubting his choice of action. “Everyone was running towards the pass - the soldiers included, by letting the Tev know we could hold our own, then taking off in the opposite direction, we let them know we were a threat that needed to be dealt with - they’ll surely send a good number of men this way, leaving at least some of the others free to escape.” He frowned and moved his gaze towards the little view of Crawyn he had from the thick trees around him. It was like he’d been shot through the heart with a poisoned arrow: the smoke of decay which rose into the sky from the burning buildings and smoldering bodies, sent a stream of anguish and despair through his veins, locking his limbs and lurching his stomach. He turned and put his arm out to support himself on a sapling as he felt another retch rise, and allowed himself the displeasure of vomiting on the green ground.
Geim frowned and turned his head away, the sound of Johan’s retching almost making him do the same - not that he hadn’t already. In fact, none of the group said anything as Johan nearly crumpled to his knees with painstaking lurches, they had all done the same already, it was a miracle Johan had lasted this long. Not even the bravest of men could really prepare themselves for something like this, no matter how hard they tried, no matter how much they boasted. Geim turned and spit into the bushes as he felt the acid taste on the back of his tongue - then pain.
“Geim!” Johan lifted his head and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as one of his group shouted, turning and stepping back. Geim paused, looking at the others, seemingly confused for a moment, before he lowered his gaze to the arrow protruding from his stomach, covered in blood and things that shouldn’t have been seen. He stumbled to his knees, then hit the ground.
The Tev had arrived.
Johan hefted his sword into the air, panting for breath, the cool air almost making the taste in his mouth dissipate - but the taste of acid and old food was the least of his worries. He stumbled backwards, paralyzed in fear as the Tev began leaping from the bushes like nightmarish bugs. He shook his head, closed his eyes, and ran forward with a cry, sword catching the only bit of light left in the forest as he rushed onwards towards the battle.