The clearing looked like it had been frozen in time, everybody on the alert for what was in the bushes.
Taena stood facing the noise, weapon ready in case whatever is was was dangerous, Teegan had maneged to get unsteadily to her feet, and, with pain written all over her face, had her dagger out of it's sheath, held in front of her in one trembling hand, Sukrae was sitting on a stump, with one of his pitch-black swords in his good hand, tense and ready.
Through the bushes fell a man, cluching the hilt of a battleaxe in his pale hand, with many holes in his bloodstained shirt, and looking like he was on the edge of death.
Taena lowered her blade, Teegan gave up the battle with gravity and slumped to the ground, Sukrae didn't move at all. Cautiously, Taena approched the man. "Where are you from, and what is your name?" she demanded, dagger still ready for use if need be.
"I am from Varrock.. my name is Keppon," came the exhausted reply.
"Are you hurt?" Teegan asked him.
"I'll let you figure that one out," he said, turning over onto his back.
Blood flowed from three holes in his chest, staining the grass red.
"Oh my.. How on earth did that happen?" Teegan whispered, amazed that Keppon was still alive.
"There was a fortress... they shot at me.... I've been walking for miles like this, trying to find help....," his head fell back on the ground, and he stopped talking.
"Is there anything we can do?" Taena asked.
"Some water would be nice," he gasped, still staring up at the sky. Taena picked him up, and carried him gently over next to the stream.
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Anne Lauten
