As the sun rose ahead of them, the company rode on. They rode toward the streaks of blue that penetrated the gray dawn, toward a new day, toward Varrock, and, they barely dared to hope, toward Bond. For the first time in days, ever since their visit to Draynor, Krystal felt alive. Her hope had been restored with news of Bond and his captors and all night and day they rode to catch up.
“He’s close, I can feel it!” she chattered to Emmaris, grinning in front of him. “We must be catching up!”
“I hope so,” he replied. He refused to consider the possibility that Bond would reach Issavan before they could catch up and they would be exposed. If Issavan knew they were alive, everything would go wrong.
“Krystal! Emmaris!” When she looked up, Adrian was trotting down the road toward them.
“Is someone coming?” she exclaimed, and began to guide their horse toward the woods to the south. To the north, there were only extensive farmlands, mostly deserted as the harvest season passed to make room for winter. Kzahar, Lil, Maston, and Arwing approached.
“What is it?” the latter asked, squirming upright in the saddle.
Adrian shrugged wordlessly, unsure how to describe it, and motioned for them to follow. Intrigued, they obliged for a few moments until he halted and swung down from the saddle. The horse grunted as the weight was released, and despite the mystery of the moment, Krystal had to giggle. The others also dismounted and jogged toward him. “What happened?” gasped Lil.
Kzahar gulped. “Krystal…this must be your troupe of guards. I recognize this guy from the bar.”
“You mentioned bandits?” Maston muttered.
Krystal had gone pale with panic and plunged into the carnage. “No! Bond, no! He’s not dead! He can’t be!”
23-Sep-2007 02:32:57
So sad! *cries*
