Free air which I could not yet enjoy. A group of 5 Dunland riders were chasing me. I spurred and kicked the stolen horse as much as I could. Faster, faster! The horse spurred over the green hills. I saw an arrow pass by. They were gaining on me, and two of them were trying to see if I was in range of their bows. I had to get off these plains, any forest will do to prevent being captured or killed. Mountain ridges and grass plains was all I saw, great…
The horse was giving it all but it was already getting tired, I need to think of something! On the right side a path descended into a lower valley. I spurred the horse to follow that path. Another arrow flew by. The path ran into a bog, the air was thicker here. The horse plunged into shallow waters and thrashed through the high grass and reed straws. This was no place for a horse and we were losing precious speed. The Dunland riders gained more ground and aimed their bows. One arrow flew dangerously close overhead followed by a second one who pierced the neck of my horse. The poor horse stumbled and fell and I flew overhead into the shallow waters of the bog.
The Dunland riders were quick to surround me and one Dunlending dismounted and held his spear with both hands ready to give me the final blow.
I braced for impact but one rider who appeared to be their commander intervened. I couldn’t understand what he was saying but it had something to do with a ‘shaman’ . Either way, they decided to take me captive again, binding my hands and dragging me along back to their village.
I got tossed in the same dog cage again with all the unnecessary physical abuse. The Rohirrim still in the other cage looked at me and said “Welcome back”.
I was breathing heavy and me legs were sore of the run back.
The Rohirrim was smiling “you gave quite a show back there..”.
I slowly recovered to my normal breathing pattern and replied “Yes you missed a great performance”.
The Rohirrim smirked “Frerick, of the mark”.
I nodded quickly “Daellas of… well I don’t know where I hail from anymore”.
Frerick leaned back, “I don’t know what you did back there, but the beast killed a dozen men and women”.
I shrugged “The beast was very hungry, he just went for they easy prey”. I smirked “they should work on the height of that palisade..”.
Frerick frowned “that’s not what they believe, the shaman of their tribe is looking for you..”
I returned the frown “oh?..”
Frerick shrugged “probably they think you are responsible for the behavior of the sabrecat, they strongly lean towards spiritual superstitious beliefs”.
I pondered “Is that a good thing?”
Frerick lay down for a rest “Yes, otherwise you would be dead..”
