Call of Descent
Chapter Four

It was the rhythmic jolting of her sore muscles that finally woke her. Awareness came back to her slowly; first, there was the scratchiness of hair on her arms and legs and the realization she was lying across something, and suddenly the frigid cold hit her. Sounds came last. The sounds of hooves clopping on a dirt road, the sound of rustling fabric and heavy breathing, but mostly it was the strange dialect she began to overhear that she couldn’t quite place. It was heavy and sharp and sent shivers through her body that she was sure wasn’t caused by the bitter chill in the air. When she finally opened her eyes, she did so cautiously only to replace she was staring at her own hands firmly bound with rope, past that was the ever-moving ground and, of course, the hooves that were the source of the clopping noise. She suddenly felt exhausted, and her body was screaming in protest at every jolt that the bumpy ride was incurring. Thoughts began to race through her head as she realized the last memory she had didn’t fit with the events now taking place. Why was it so cold? Why was she bound? Who were her captors? Where was she being taken? More importantly, how had she gone from falling in a cave to this, lying face down across the horse of an unknown captor?

She realized that the only way to get answers to her questions was for her to replace a way out of this precarious situation. She hesitated, listening to the deep voices talking around her until the man above her began speaking. While he was preoccupied, she cast a furtive glance in his direction. Her control nearly left her as she realized that her situation was even more bizarre than she had thought.

Dealing with men would have been bad in itself. However, when she glanced up at the face of her captor, she realized she was dealing with no mere man. The creature before her hid under drapes of heavy fabrics, all dark grays and blacks, ragged from years of abuse. The face was foreign to her. It was reptilian and was vivid lime green, with a boxy jaw, a flat mouth, and yellow catlike eyes. Still, the most striking feature of the creature’s face was the bone-like protrusions that stuck out like claws starting just above its eyes and extending toward its cheekbones. Pliant scales covered these and the rest of its face. Extruding from each tip was the gray-white of bone like a fingernail. Although most of these bones were straight, some twisted, and one was missing the tip. Behind this bone-crown was the rest of the creature’s skull, which had plated scales on it, more like a helmet than skin, with small bones running down the centre to its back.

Reniko realized she was holding her breath in fear, and she released it slowly, trying to ease the trembling that she felt starting. Get control of yourself, she thought as she took slow even breaths. When I’m back in control, I can worry about what my eyes have seen. Steadying herself, she took a furtive glance around to see what items were at her disposal. The creatures seemed to be preoccupied, obviously jovial about Reniko’s capture, and glad to be headed to their current destination. Feeling secure that Reniko was unconscious and her hands were bound, they paid little attention to her. She glanced at the rider in front of her. He was a darker green, more a forest colour than lime and the creature’s bone crown seemed to be more bent and broken than that of the other. She noticed the creatures had human-like physiques, though, below their knee joints, another joint twisted the leg back much like a dog’s hind leg. Their legs ended in three-toed feet, with a raptor-like claw on the back. As Reniko looked more closely, she noticed an oblong hole through the creature’s leg that extended from the top of their foot to the first knee joint. The third rider was out of Reniko’s direct view, hidden behind the lime creature’s horse.

Reniko once more shook her thoughts away from the odd appearance of her captors and back into replaceing a way to free herself from her bonds. She found the instrument of her freedom moments later as she noticed a large dagger hanging loosely amongst the folds of the fabric of the rider’s cloak. Moving slowly and watching both the lime and the other in her line of sight, she slowly unsheathed the dagger and began gently tearing at her bonds. When she cut through the last coil, she watched the rope slip from her wrist and land with a soft thunk on the ground. She held her breath until she was sure the creatures had not heard and decided she better make her move. She was lying across a Clydesdale horse. All she needed to do was lean her weight onto her lower body, and she would slip from the horse’s back. However, as soon as she did this, she would have to be prepared to face her captors, possibly in battle, and a dagger would hardly stand up to the giant beasts. To give herself a slight advantage, as she slid from the horse, she dragged the blade across the thigh of the lime. He roared in rage. Reniko was already running blindly into the foliage around the road before any of the three creatures could pursue.

Much too soon, she heard the heavy footsteps of the Clydesdales behind her, and she stood ready to attack. She knew she had a better chance of beating them if they didn’t run her down. This sudden change of tactic startled her three pursuers, who in turn halted in their tracks. The lime one grinned with satisfaction.

“Rokk gol kog gakk,” his words were sharp and jarring.

Reniko stood her ground, unable to understand what the creature was saying. Lime grinned and gestured for his two forest green companions to dismount, which they proceeded to do. Reniko tossed the dagger to her right hand and held it ready for battle. Both creatures daunted her in size, their height no less than eight feet. Reniko shifted uneasily. These creatures had strength on their side; they could overpower her in an instant, and they knew this.

On the other hand, Reniko had her speed. She also felt that these creatures did not think Reniko capable of fighting back. Her many years of training were all in preparation for just such a moment. Picking a target, she ran at it, surprising all three creatures. They misjudged the threat she posed, and this gave Reniko a slight advantage. She had chosen the target on the left since, as she could see, he carried a thinner and lighter sword than the other, which she could handle better than the broadsword the other creature had sheathed. She was beside her target just as he drew his sword, and with an upward thrust, she slashed at his forearm, cutting the tendons and leaving the creature’s hand limp. She picked up the sword as she rolled away from her target. As she stood, she hid the dagger in her belt and extended the sword.

“Didn’t see that coming did you?” She was feeling more confident.

Lime glanced at his remaining companion in an exchange of fury and confusion. The one Reniko had attacked was roaring in pain and tending to his now useless arm. The remaining subordinate unsheathed his sword and came at her with smouldering rage.

Reniko was now in her element. She had speed, reach, and talent, and she put them to work. The showdown between her and Lime’s subordinate was quick. The creatures may have been hulking and powerful, but their bodies were still frail. It took only a few contact points for her to incapacitate it. She was running on adrenaline now, and as Lime stepped from his Clydesdale and took up his sword, she was more than ready for him.

After watching her fight with a dagger and a sword, Limey felt ready for her as well. He did, after all, have his immense strength. He came in strong, slashing at her with his overwhelming power but slow enough that she could deflect his blade. She was knocked off balance, her arms ringing with pain from the rattling blow. As she found her footing again, she felt the wind change slightly and swerved to avoid Lime’s oncoming attack. She sidestepped and thrust her blade up in defence, coming to a stop behind him. With speed Reniko hadn’t expected, Lime turned and began sparring with her. The force behind each blow made her arms shoot with pain. She had to end this fast before her body gave out.

In an attempt to end the battle, Reniko fell back, pushed forward, and fell back again, leaving Lime having to reach out for her and overextend his sword. Then it came. Lime wavered, his body off balance and with this slight turn in the fight, she leapt in and delivered the fatal blow. The creature’s body fell lifelessly to the ground. She looked at him in disbelief and exhaustion.

“What have I done?” she whispered, looking at the lifeless body at her feet. She’d killed it. Though it was not human, it had been intelligent, and she had killed it. She had never killed anything in her life, and now that she had, it filled her with emptiness, fear, and disgust at her actions.

A rustling from behind woke her from her hollow victory, and she turned, sword outstretched, to face her new attacker. Instead, she came face to face with a man; his eyes fixed on the tip of Reniko’s blade, which was touching the skin of his exposed neck.

“Who are you?” Reniko asked, fierce and distrustful.

“Lesh nah veye, noko vete loah mann noh,” he spoke. His words were as unfamiliar as the creatures’ had been before.

“I can’t understand, though I gather the same is true for you,” Reniko said, not lowering the sword but backing up so that it was no longer touching his throat. She examined the man. He was tall, far taller than she was, and clothed in a typical fashion for the Middle Ages: loose trousers, tall soft leather boots, and a loose tunic covered with a heavy cloak. His face showed wisdom and was heavy with travel – though he could hardly be Reniko’s senior – his voice was deep and soothing like a waterfall, powerful yet beautiful. He had rich golden eyes surrounded by deep umber skin and long raven corkscrew curls. He didn’t seem threatening, but Reniko hardly knew what to make of anything she was seeing.

“This is all a dream,” she said to herself, getting a puzzled look from the man. She wished it was a dream, but it was all too vivid to be one. The adrenaline that had motivated her during the fight was wearing off, and she was feeling the fatigue of let-down. She was trying to keep from shaking. She could feel the onset of shock approaching, but she couldn’t afford that right now. She needed to replace out what was going on first.

“Orric ri keffa, le ma arri vah esha ra bae ma. Esha orra arri leesta nie,” the man tried once more, this time looking past her. Reniko looked at the man questioningly and followed his gaze behind her, regretting doing so instantly. Its breath was hot, and it looked a lot like a dragon. Reniko dropped her sword and, finally, overwhelmed, collapsed, leaving the man to deal with the new threat.

“That was not what I was expecting to happen,” the man said in the strange dialect to the dragon.

“It could have been worse,” the dragon said.

“How, pray-tell could it have possibly been worse?” the man asked as he looked down at the girl’s body. This was the latest in a string of bizarre events, and it gave him an uneasy feeling.

“She could have killed you.”

The man raised a brow and sat down beside the girl’s unconscious frame. “That’s true. She sure had the skill for it. I’ve never seen anyone take on a Rük before, let alone three at the same time.” The man sighed. “Well, help me with her, Orric. We’re taking her back to camp. Maybe there, I can get her to calm down a bit. I wonder where she came from? Such strange clothes–” the man mumbled as Orric placed his weight on his hind legs, gently picked her up, and cradled her in his arms. The man was hoping that he would get answers from this girl in a calmer situation. Such as what she was doing alone in the woods? And where she had learned to fight? He felt this would cause a lot of trouble with the Rük and did not bode well with him.

The man stumbled back into the small clearing where the battle had taken place and where he had dispatched the two Rük that the girl had not killed. He grabbed a strange bag strapped to one of the Clydesdales. Seeing that Orric was leaving him behind, he ran after his draconic friend and away from the peculiar encounter.