Short Story : The Story Of 'Patterns'

“You will understand in time my dear.” She said. I sighed and followed her down the hall, passing various watcher’s, women, creatures with multiple heads, bodies of men and faces of beasts.

"PigeonEye." A raw voice intruded her thoughts. "We should turn back and report to our clan. We've done all we could to..."

“I swear, I don’t know. I’ll tell you everything she told me, but she didn’t tell me where she was going.”

“No Sir, I’m sure it's them wolfs again” he said worried, while the chief looked at me with hate.

“I don’t know,” I told her. “I haven’t heard anything since I saw them at the Brewin’s safe house the day after the last gathering. They looked pretty bad. I don’t know how you come back from such a thing.”

"A bunch of them were eaten. This is what you get for going outside the walls."

“Nay, I wouldn’t lie with regard to our race. If ye don’t believe me speak with yer sister.”

“I thought you had changed,” she said to me. “You know better than to be fighting like that. You supposed to be an example to your brother.”

“Well, Idris would go with her. Apparently, the merchant offered that, too, and said they had many fine warriors with whom he might train. Ilene said something else about how Anna thought it was a fine opportunity.”

While struggling to sit up, she noted that her armour and bow were no where in sight. 'Even better .'

They stopped, turned, took the sight of her weapon without emotion. “When he stood up, somebody else realized he could. And somebody else, and somebody else.”

She thought about it now and felt twice deceived. Damn it! If they were going to kill her, why not just get it over? She felt her pants falling off of her hips. Had she lost that much weight?

He turns at the sound of scraping, the quiet shrill of metal as a sword is pulled from its scabbard. “I was not in poor form tonight,” she says, “And I will prove it.”

“Why do you think?” Lucinda shot back. “To gain the power of the gods. Create an army of Surefires. That’s why she took Surefire and Raven.”

I lower my sword and put it back in the hilt. “I can train Sara as a messenger,” I say. “She might not have a job doing it now, but at least I can teach her how to run away if need be.” I lower my sword, sliding it in the scabbard. “Besides, it’s not like I have anything to do.”