Dead scattered across the fields of gritty dirt and ash. East-men and Hill-men alike, crimson seeping into the ground. Few of the Hill-men had survived the fight, and fled back towards the local villages for safety and fresh warriors while providing safety for the child now in their custody. Few had returned, and The Young Hunter included.
When his bow had shattered, he drew steel and shield. When the blade had broken and the shield splintered beyond us, he began to use his hands. Pellam had stumbled his way into a cave while under the shadow of night, leaning himself up against its cool walls. A hiss escaped his lungs as he slid his hand beneath his leather chest piece, trying to remove a piece from a blade that had lodged itself between his ribs.
"And what do we have here? Just look at you, a mess. Are those rib bones I see? Tsk tsk tsk." Yilgtig whispered, the torch in his hand filling the cavern with light and revealing the bloodied Pellam that laid in a heap.
Yilgtig removed a small, darkened cloth pouch before crouching just in front of him. "You have caused me much grief, and over what? You seek to claim my birthright from me? You are young but I did not think you that foolish boy. The company you kept, the Savage and The Scarred Whore. Do you know where they are? What they are doing at this very moment? They travel far and to the east, due to your brother. How far do you think they will get before they give up? How far will they go before thinking you dead?"
The Eastern man knelt and placed the bag before him, his gaze returning to the young man who fought for every breath, his life beginning to fade. "My men, they call you Sarab. It means Phantom, in our tongue. For they think you fight among those who no longer live in this realm." Yilgtig struck the flint with his blade, the small bag beginning to burn slightly. The East-man leaned over, smacking Pellam's hand away that drew a blade, sending it clanking to the ground before shoving him upon the cold, damp floor.
"The herbs of my homeland are quite interesting. You see, there is a leaf that causes you to see such things that can only be described as hellish nightmares. There is another, that causes unspeakable pain to grow across your entire body. I could go on, and on though I assume you know where this is going." He placed the burning pouch upon his chest, Pellam's eyes growing wide while trying to shove it away but only finding a quick blow from Yilgtig's armored fist.
"Hush now, child. Your nightmare has just begun." Yilgtig grinned, his lips peeling back to reveal his sharpened teeth.
