“Faerhi - -”, he yelled, but a spear came from the side of his face and pierced his cheeks. The man’s eyes flicked wide as if they’d wish to escape his head while blood gushed out of his mouth. He fell off his galloping horse and rolled in the grass, screaming as his body twisted in pain.
“Arewe!”, she shrieked in sheer terror at the sight, pulling the reins fiercely. But Gewind saw no point in halting under the chase, sensing the horror that licked his tail better than the tethers that pulled his head backward. Over her shoulder, she saw Arewe being crushed by the hooves of their enemy.
Her every bone trembled, but she managed to stay in her saddle. A spear flew past her head yet in her shock she rode nothing but forth. It was the speed of her stallion that forced space between her and the Easterlings. In the end she had a stronger will to live than the Easterlings’ will was to spend their energy chasing but one woman.
Two days later, her mouth was dry and her gaze blurried. She could not hear Gewind’s hooves anymore from under her heart’s fierce beating. It was as if it was banging in her ears. The gray gates seemed small and distant in the horizon, her every muscle begging her to give up. It was then when the gates opened, silently inviting her to carry on.
(I am writing this backwards, so the first part continues from here. )
“Arewe!”, she shrieked in sheer terror at the sight, pulling the reins fiercely. But Gewind saw no point in halting under the chase, sensing the horror that licked his tail better than the tethers that pulled his head backward. Over her shoulder, she saw Arewe being crushed by the hooves of their enemy.
Her every bone trembled, but she managed to stay in her saddle. A spear flew past her head yet in her shock she rode nothing but forth. It was the speed of her stallion that forced space between her and the Easterlings. In the end she had a stronger will to live than the Easterlings’ will was to spend their energy chasing but one woman.
Two days later, her mouth was dry and her gaze blurried. She could not hear Gewind’s hooves anymore from under her heart’s fierce beating. It was as if it was banging in her ears. The gray gates seemed small and distant in the horizon, her every muscle begging her to give up. It was then when the gates opened, silently inviting her to carry on.
(I am writing this backwards, so the first part continues from here. )
