The Soul of Scarlet's Lost Tears

In disbelief, with a scowling look on my face, I looked up, behind me, while tracing up the sword, to find that it was the one who was completely shrouded in black, still sitting on his horse, having a strong grip on the handle of the sword.

When he soon retracted it, with a “you’re not the one I saw in the valley, who may I ask are you”, getting up on my feet I then answered sternly, while brushing off loose dirt from my knees, “no sir, I’m not him”, in total shock, and anger he then turned on the one who somehow brought him the wrong brother.

Which he then asked for an explanation “you fool, you brought me the wrong elf!”, where it was right then, the one took his sword and struck the orc, slashing him across his already gruesome face. He bellowed trying to explain “but, sire, sire, it’s not my fault”, with a deep grown the shrouded man said, “well wrong elf, or not he will do, take him anyways”.

The harshest of wind soon brushed threw what few trees that surrounded us as I was led away from the men forcefully.

It was like we were on a hunt for an elusive animal, that didn’t want to be found, luckily for us it wasn’t winter yet, but with the ground being dry, it was still hard enough.

While the wind kept, trying to fool us blowing their odor in all different directions, even when we find tracks it would also to lead us more astray. Half of the day soon spent.

Once we slowly came across small burnt umbers of remained of small fires of a camp, by one of the scouts, dismounting of their horse, then followed by others who scoured the dismal site, “whoever was here, is not here”, the scout saying about the obvious, as one by one we dismounted off our horses, where we all searched the deserted camp site.

Feeling along the top of the still warm ashes, it was long before we soon discovered the body of one that had a fatal injury, lying next to one of the fire pits. It was, apparent that there was nothing we could do for him but find a more suitable resting place than here.

Where two of the men became Paul-bears, and carried him over to a spot away from the camp.

“We must continue on” I said after I stood up, and looked at the tired and mostly exhausted group. “All right then, let’s get going”, I said while I walked through the group, as they step out of the way making a small path for me to go through.

Mounting back onto our horses we were, in steady pace we tried to make good pace, going through the small patch of woods, we found our way back on open trails of grassy hills, putting us farther away from the village, where my new friend Alanna lived, and almost in the direction of home.

To strike where it hurt, was really I felt very uncalled for, thinking to myself as I rode in front of everyone. We soon come across what was a fork in the road, which had an old wooden sign in the center of the divide.

That in one direction, it appeared not to be touched, as the path had nearly to no foot prints, where in the other direction, led into a thick dark overgrown of trees and bushes that did have fresh tracks heading in that direction.

Looking back at the men who were still on their horses, having a hesitant look on their faces. An hour or so past, while we were in full discussion either or not we continue or head home and regroup our forces. Feeling that an emotional pull to continue, I was all fore, to continue, but one by one as I listen to what my men and a few of my brother’s men had to say, it was an even vote.

Now I said to myself, we just need a vote tie breaker to settle it. When suddenly out of the slight calmness, there was a sound of another horse that was not part of the group.

Running in a haste, closer and closer it got, rummaging through the group of the other men that was on horseback, when the rider got close enough that I realize it was one of my father’s messengers. The only reason that he would be in such a hurry, would be that he had some important message. It wasn’t long as he approached me, as he took his left hand, reached inside a small satchel, then brought out a small rolled up parchment.

Then, handed it to me, which I then took it in my right hand, while sitting on my horse, holding onto the reigns with my left, as I soon unrolled the message, quickly read it, in a startled reaction, with no words I then crumpled it up in my hand, and in a very sudden pace, by kicking the side of my horse, which soon made the horse jump onto its hind legs then like a flash of lightning I was off heading back in the direction of home.

Hoping to see my father, and tell him my news, and ask him why for what reason it would be so urgent for me to make haste.