Sunday was not a day like all others. Sunday was a day without routine, a day without a structured layout, without knowing what to do. Sitting at the kitchen table, Arthur Gabor stared through the window and into the courtyard, where his twenty years old, single daughter was walking around with her horse to cool him off after the ride she took with him. With a deep thinking crease in his forehead, Arthur wondered how she could be flexible like that. Just do whatever entered her mind, give in to any urge she had. His only urge was to follow a plan. It was weird though; in his days of glory, in the military -- way back when -- it came so natural to him to adjust to all and any situations that life sent his way. When a battle didn't go as expected, he had a Plan B, C and D in his head almost instantly. Arthur shook his head and rubbed a hand over his face. It was as if he had been made to fit in the army, in a military life full of plans and strategies to hold on to. Here, close to the mountains, where nature lived its wild and uncontrolled life, he found it harder to live his than anywhere.
In the mean time, Evadne figured her horse Romeo had walked around enough by now, and took him to the stables. She caught a glimpse of her father through the window, sitting at the kitchen table, staring at the mug of tea between his hands. She sighed. Sometimes she was sure it had to be hard to be Arthur Gabor. She had the highest respect for her father, but he made life too difficult.
Evadne led Romeo over the grit to the barn. The farm was situated against the foot of the Thunderblacks, the small white house and the big barn positioned right next to each other. Evadne adored the farm with the white limestone walls and the small glass windows. The roof was covered in cane, and in winter smoke would permanently rise from the chimney. The ground around both the house and the barn was covered in grit, while beyond that their fields started. There were some pens for the animals, but the rest was used to grow crops, wheat and barley.
With a loving hand, Evadne washed and fed her horse. The animal had carried her on his back for over five hours; it deserved proper care. With a last kiss on his nose (which was already soaking wet from sipping up the water from a bucket), she left the barn and pushed down the beam that kept the double doors shut. The day was growing old, and in the distance the sky was already darkening. Evadne walked up to the house, already decided on taking a long bath before making dinner. Just before she opened the front door, a dark silhouette in the distance caught her attention. The forest around their farm had been cut down a decade ago, and the forest didn't start for miles. This allowed them to see down the road for quite some distance. Evadne tilted her head and leaned against the white walls to see if the figure was headed for her home. Not many people passed through here, since the Terrin Mountains were generally shunned. It seemed unlikely that a person would be crossing them alone.
Squinting down at the tattered paper in her hand, Tayr sighed before sliding it back into her pocket. All the rough map told her was that the farm lay just between the forest and the mountains which was where she was, on a road no less, so she didn't really need it any more. Just as well, since it wasn't like she could see it right now anyway. The light was fading rapidly from the sky, and it was looking like she'd have to stop soon. Annoying, considering how close she probably was. She'd already used up almost all her leave for the year trying to find this man, and there'd been an increasing sense of urgency as she searched.
No. She had to see him tonight. It was unclear how much danger they were in, if they were indeed in any at all. She'd not been attacked on the way, but she had almost been in a couple of nasty accidents that she wasn't completely willing to write off as random chance, not given what she knew. Also in her pocket was another scruffy piece of parchment, bearing a list of names. She remembered every one of them, and they all had two things in common: she'd fought alongside them, and they were dead. But they hadn't died in battle like soldiers should, nor had they succumbed to disease. Every one of them had gone down in some bizarre coincidence, some trick of nature. Oh, they didn't look like murder, not individually, but all together like that, with all of them there...
Except two names were missing. Her and her captain from many years ago, the only remaining members of that squad. The first had just been some sad news told to her by an old friend, the second was a strange rumour, and after that they began to fall like rain and she knew she had to warn him. So she walked on, sturdy boots crunching on the road and glaive held proudly against her shoulder. She'd march all night if she had to, but fate was kind and soon the long grass gave way to golden wheat and she knew she was almost there. A barn followed not too long after, with a little house beside it, and she halted suddenly a hundred or so yards away. Her eyes had never been the best, but she could still make out what looked like a person by the door. Although the quiet around the house was peaceful rather than the sort that bore a nasty surprise, it was still worth taking care. "'Ello?" she called, her loud, clear voice ringing through the evening air. "Gabor?"
She shook her head slightly. He may not have been an officer any more, but he still deserved, and had, her respect. "Sir?"
Huh. It was a woman. As she got closer, Evadne got a better look at her. She squinted her eyes, analysing the woman's olive green hair and strongly built frame. That looked like no ordinary woman at all. And soon, she proved to be right, because she loudly called for "Gabor". No ordinary woman would call for a "Gabor".
Evadne emerged from the shadow of the house and walked up to the woman. Slightly suspicious, she cocked her head. "My name is Gabor," she said. "Evadne Gabor. But I don't suppose you are looking for me, because I've never seen you before."
She paused a second, recapitulating on if she had any reasons to distrust this woman. When she came to the conclusion that she didn't, she figured she had to be more open to people. Not every lone woman asking for her or her father was a threat to their existence.
"Do you happen to be looking for Arthur Gabor? He's my father. I can take you to him if you like."
The figure moved into view, and it was apparent that there was indeed no threat. An unarmed girl stood there, which was slightly confusing until she spoke. Tayr hadn't anticipated this at all, although it did explain a few things – like why he disappeared so suddenly. And it was believable enough; from what she remembered of the man, Evadne looked about as much like her father as could be expected.
"Aye, I'm here to see Arthur," she replied with a nod, not feeling quite right calling him by his first name. "Family man now, is he?" That would make things difficult. When it was just the two of them it was fine, but now that she knew there was also a child involved she felt worse about it. Well, all right, maybe the girl wasn't that young – more of an adult, really – but she was still the captain's daughter. Tayr just hoped she hadn't put her in danger by coming here. Then again, if there was something after them, it would have found this place eventually. This was the right choice, then... Wasn't it?
Evadne shrugged casually. "Not exactly. I'm the only other family member, so there's not much of a family to be part of. Follow me, I'll take you to my father."
She turned on her heels and walked back up to the front door. It was hardly ever locked, and as always, she needed only to firmly push against it to make it open. "Dad?" she called out, navigating to the kitchen where she expected him still to be.
She was right -- Arthur hadn't budged. He had studied his daughter's every move outside, just because he didn't know what else to do. Evadne always made dinner by herself on Sunday, something she had insisted on. It didn't make life for him any easier. Not making dinner was one thing less for the routine. But he knew that she did it in an attempt to make him more flexible.
"In the kitchen," Arthur called back in reply. Quickly, he grabbed a cloth and stood up, wiping it over the dinner table to convince Evadne he had been cleaning and -- more importantly -- not sticking to his routine. The girl smiled mildly when she came in. She wasn't easily fooled by her father.
"There's someone here to see you. Please come in, Mrs...?"
"More'n some have, lass," Tayr murmured softly as she followed the girl into the house. It and the family might have been small, but she'd better describe it as cosy. There was warmth here, and as they passed through it reminded her somewhat of her own childhood home. Evadne was lucky to grow up here in this little piece of tranquillity, and now she had to come along with her news of danger, and ruin it all. But no matter how guilty she felt, it had to be done.
Awkwardly taking up most of the doorway, she gave an instinctive salute. It was odd to see him again after so long. Though he was greying and unarmoured and stood in his perfectly ordinary kitchen like any other mortal rather than the legend he was, he still had the air of a warrior about him – or at least it seemed that way to her. "Recruit Cabhadden, sir!" Her hand lowered and she thoughtfully rubbed her chin as she amended her reply. "Well, Sergeant now, or just Tayr, I s'pose. Been a while."
It felt wrong to be so casual with a former superior officer, and she remained standing to attention for a moment at the entrance to the room. However, the formality felt just as strange considering that they were technically civilians. No sense in worrying too much about protocol now, though. She glanced between the two of them and asked, "Wouldn't be disrespectful for me to have a seat, would it?"
It was hard to tell what the former captain was thinking. Evadne eyed him with a frown on her face, her head slightly tilted to the left. Confusion was not something she saw a lot in her father, not even when his routines got messed up. Then he just got pissed off and frustrated. "Uhm... dad..?" she tried, but immediately shut her mouth when Arthur shoved his chair backwards abruptly and walked up to -- what was her name again? -- Tayr as if in a dream. What Evadne couldn't know, is that Arthur had instantly recognised the woman, but was completely blown away by her maturity in comparison to the girl he had under his command twenty years ago. A wide grin suddenly settled in his face, and he grabbed Tayr's hand.
"Well, Tayr! I hadn't thought I would ever see you again, or anyone from the old days, for that matter! You are most welcome here! And I suppose you can call me Arthur now. But what on earth brings you to my farm? And, this is my daughter, Evadne. But I guess you already met."
The daughter in question was staring at her father, completely baffled. She had never seen him behave like this, and those particular sparkles in his eyes were something he showed only to her.
"Yeah... hi," she said dryly when she had overcome the shock.
Tayr returned Arthur's handshake with her own firm grip, and found herself grinning along with him too, albeit with a hint of nerves. She hadn't been sure how he'd react, if he'd even want to see her, after putting himself practically in hiding for the last twenty years... But he was so happy, and it was almost infectious. It just made it harder for her to tell him what she came here to say. "Aye, I met Evadne. A fine, strong girl she seems," she nodded towards the woman, stalling a little before she'd have to give her news. "Wouldn't expect any less, o' course."
She paused a moment and looked to the floor with a sigh, her face stony when she raised it again. The dread that rose in her stomach upon seeing Evadne became heavier with every friendly moment, and would only grow until she shared it. With a shake of her head, she got it over with. "'Fraid I'm not a happy visitor, sir. You... Mightn't want the lass to hear?"
What good it would do to shield her now Tayr didn't know. She'd have to be involved eventually and it was probably best for her to know, that she might be prepared for what was to come. Still, she was Arthur's daughter, and it was up to him. If her peace could continue just a little longer, then Tayr would gladly let it.
Arthur felt his heart swell with pride when Tayr commented on his daughter. All these years he had raised her by himself, all these years he had no one to tell him if he was a good father or not, but this confirmation from Tayr was spot on. "I would say so myself," he beamed. Suddenly he felt more alive than he had in years, and the days of glory came rushing back into his mind. He was young again, and powerful, focused, with a solution for everything. Not the crippled old man he was now -- crippled, by his overwhelming need for a plan, a routine, a relic from his good days, when there was always a plan, and he was the one to make it.
But then Tayr announced that she did not come with good news, and a veil of fog fell over the face of Arthur's memories. "Evadne? Well, I suppose she can stay... I have no secrets for her. What is this about?" He let go of Tayr's hand, studying the face of his old recruit, trying to figure out what she had to tell her superior. For a moment, he almost fell back into old habits, wanting to demand that she tell her captain what was on her mind that very instant, but he remembered just in time that they were here as civilians.
"Please have a seat," he heard Evadne say to Tayr. "Can I get you anything to drink?"
"Oh... Just water, love, thanks," nodded Tayr with a gentle smile towards the girl. She'd really have preferred something a little stronger, given what she was about to say, but if anything happened tonight she'd need all of her wits about her. Alcohol was out of the question. Sighing, she leaned her glaive against the wall and took a seat at the table.
"You may want to sit too, sir," she advised, resting her head in her hands for just a moment. No, no more stalling. She had to get this over with. Just put it in the open, and hope for... Well, what? She wasn't crazy, she knew. She was always the sensible one. But maybe, just maybe, there was another explanation. "It's Burley," she said at last. "He's dead, sir, three weeks ago. And not just him. Tyrran, too, and Nuir... All of 'em, sir."
She laid the parchment out on the table, smoothing it with the edge of her hand. Though the ink was smudged, she had the neat, deliberate script of someone who only wrote things worth writing, and the list was horribly legible. Names, all but two crossed out and with a sentence or two beside them, and a date. "All the old squad, 'cept us, in nigh on two months. You know me, sir, not one for nonsense..." She looked up at the man, an uncharacteristic expression of worry on her face. "But 'tain't right, is it?"
At first, Arthur thought it was some kind of joke. It had to be. Why would Tayr come to tell him that a man he knew twenty years ago was dead? That wasn't very interesting at all. Sure, he'd stop and think about it for a moment, but it wouldn't be on his mind for long. Slowly, Arthur sat down and watched his daughter put a wooden mug filled with clear water in front of Tayr.
"ALL of them?" he repeated with a frown, slowly starting to understand the seriousness of the situation. He watched as Tayr pulled out a piece of parchment and spread it out on the table, wiping away the wrinkles in it. The first few moments he stared at the letters he saw nothing, but eventually he started seeing stripes. Horizontal stripes, with letters beneath them. Letters that formed names, familiar ones, and faces started to appear before Arthur's eyes.
"It isn't right at all..." he said quietly, studying the list. He looked at it for a couple of more seconds, processing everything quickly. The coherence was too great to be coincidence. There had to be some plan behind this, someone or more than one person that was up to something. And though he had not enough information to know who or why, he realised that Tayr had come with a warning, and that both he and Evadne were in danger.
"Evadne, will you please lock the barn and the doors of the house? I believe extra precautions are necessary." Evadne didn't completely understand what was going on, but her father was being flexible. On a Sunday! She hopped from the kitchen counter, where she had been sitting on, and disappeared through the hallway door on her way to the barn. Arthur returned his gaze to Tayr and laid a hand on her shoulder. "Thank you for coming here. Without you I would have been oblivious to all of this. But of course it is nice to see you again, too, Sergeant." He sent her an extremely rare wink.
Tayr nodded her thanks to Evadne when the water was brought, and drank deeply as Arthur confirmed her suspicions. Travelling in the summer sun was thirsty work, and even more so since she'd lost most of her kit in a mysterious tent fire a week before. She'd not even left anything burning... She smiled tersely and patted the man's hand on her shoulder. "Truth be told, sir, I weren't sure I should come. But if I could find yer, so could they, so... Glad to know you been well."
"I reckon I were followed," she informed him suddenly, turning to look at the door. "Shouldn't let her alone like that." Arthur would likely have trained the girl, and well, but she doubted she'd been in any kind of real fight. While sparring was good practice, it was no preparation for facing an enemy that wanted to kill you, and whatever this was had easily taken down hardened soldiers with decades of battle experience. Evadne alone had no chance. Reluctantly, Tayr stood and took her weapon from its resting place. With a respectful nod back to Arthur, she too left the kitchen, trailing behind the girl.
Outside, a dark shape lurked and watched the buildings, almost completely obscured from view by tall stalks of golden wheat. It knew the woman was here, as it had tracked her for days, but it still needed to confirm its other target. It shifted slightly in excitement when a new figure emerged, but didn't show itself. This one was too small, and smelled both too young and too female. It was all right, though. It could wait. If Arthur Gabor was here, he would show himself in time, and only then would it act. After all, nobody should die if they didn't deserve it.
Pondering, Arthur watched Tayr backtrack her way through the kitchen and to where his daughter was. For a moment, he feared that Tayr herself might be the killer, but one moment with her honest eyes made him set the idea aside. Ridiculous, he thought, angry with himself. Then again, as a father it was his obligation to consider all possibilities, even the ones he thought most unlikely. It was his job to keep his daughter safe.
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With a frown, Evadne checked the last of the stables and confirmed all was safe. At least in the barn. She still had no proper idea of what was going on, but she understood that it was serious to the extent of dangerous. She locked the double doors by lifting a heavy beam on three hooks, and winding a chain around it. Her father never much fancied the idea of locking the animals in -- if there were a fire or anything, they could never escape by themselves -- and the order to do so nonetheless was enough of a warning to Evadne. From the shed, she retrieved her quiver with a set of strong arrows, and her handmade bow. She would take those inside for now. She could practice later, if her father allowed it.
When she came out of the shed and locked the door behind her, her eye fell on a figure that emerged from the house. It was Tayr. Evadne smiled uncertainly when she approached her, and gestured at the weapons in her hand. "I figured it wouldn't be a bad idea to take these inside," she said. "Would you care to tell me what exactly is going on?"
Stepping cautiously through the front door, Tayr looked around to try and spot Evadne. The barn was already barred and chained shut, which was good. The girl was a quick worker. As soon as she'd left the house, so too did the younger woman come out of a small shed, holding a bow and some arrows. Tayr allowed herself a satisfied half-smile upon seeing such a display of sense, something that far too many people seemed to be lacking these days. Asked what was happening, she looked confused for a second and then let out a short, throaty chuckle. "Don't rightly know m'self, love. I am sure there's summat out there wants to kill us," she said with a nod towards the fields, "So keep that bow close and yer wits about you."
As she spoke, she took a cursory scan of their surroundings, straining to see if there was any suspicious movement. It wasn't like she'd really be able to see far enough in broad daylight to make much out, let alone at dusk, but it calmed her a little to check. The fact that she didn't see anything didn't necessarily mean they were safe, and in such circumstances may have in fact meant the opposite. However, they couldn't fight what they couldn't see, so it was better to wait. She sighed quietly and turned back to the girl. "C'mon, let's get back inside. See what yer father thinks."
She went into the house again, making sure that Evadne was close behind. If anything happened, Tayr wasn't sure how much time she'd have to make sure it didn't end badly for them, so she didn't want to stray too far. Inside, though, they were probably about as safe as they were going to be, and it was all right to return to her seat in the kitchen, where she folded her arms and tipped her head back to stare at the ceiling. What they needed now was a plan. She never did get the hang of those.
Seeing Tayr check their surroundings, Evadne did the same thing, squinting here eyes at the mountain wall and the open country on the other side. Everything seemed clean, though this could be misleading. Glancing at Tayr sideways, Evadne studied the woman. She seemed kind enough, even though her military background, and for some reason she could see her father prosper and open himself up in just those few minutes he had been reunited with her. It didn't make sense to Evadne, but since it all belonged to her father's past, she could easily let it go. She knew hardly anything about that, apart from the fact that he was some sort of war hero.
Together, they went back in the house, and for the first time in ages Evadne locked the front door. She had to search for the key first, completely oblivious as to where it was left at when they last used it. Her father stood in the kitchen rubbing his hands together, waiting for their return. He had made a fire in the hearth as they were outside, and now a comfortable warmth filled the combined kitchen/living room.
"Right," he said with a determined look on his face. "Obviously there's no way we are going to let these people get to us. From now on, no one goes outside without weapons or by himself. Or... herself. That means you too, Eva." He sent his daughter a stern look, and Evadne scowled. "Of course you are most welcome to stay here for as long as necessary, Tayr. Unfortunately we have only two beds in this house, but if you don't mind you can share with Evadne. Her bed is big enough for two."
Arthur pondered for a moment. "And we should probably explore the surroundings every morning and evening. That will be the first thing we do from now on. I see no point in waiting until they come to us." Evadne nodded in agreement, though still disappointed about not being allowed to go out by herself. That would drive her crazy in no time, she knew. And she didn't mind sharing with Tayr, as long as the woman didn't snore horribly.
"Well if she don't mind, then I'll not turn down your hospitality," accepted Tayr. She knew she was a little large for comfortable sharing even in a bed for two, but she was just getting to the age where sleeping on the floor disagreed with her joints enough that she'd gladly take whatever else was available. The three of them would need to be as well-rested as they could afford.
She smiled slightly when Arthur announced his plan. That was what the man had been known for, and although the years may have dulled his strategic mind, he could likely still out-think an entire team of lesser men. He wouldn't steer them wrong. His current idea, rudimentary though it was, was better than anything she had. "Tonight, then?" she asked, frowning thoughtfully. "Or is nightfall too close? We can't know what skills they might has. Some o' those..." She looked down for a moment, then nodded towards the parchment on the table. "Some o' those deaths, I'm thinkin' they at least got magic."
During the day, the three of them had some advantage in that Arthur and Evadne would know the area and the terrain, and could outmanoeuvre the enemy. In the dark, however, against an opponent that may outnumber them and that they didn't even know could see them or not, it would be a different story. Until they knew just what they were up against, they should be careful. In her opinion, anyway.
Arthur nodded, considering Tayr's comment. "You are right. We should skip tonight, and just stay inside until we know more. The question is... how will we do that?" He leaned on the table with his palms, studying the piece of parchment.
"You forgot one, by the way," he stated, gesturing for Evadne to bring him ink and a quill. When she set the writing instruments on the table, he grabbed the quill and scribbled a name on the edge of the parchment. Robert Cole.
"Of course, the man was already dead long before all of this started, but we should be thorough." Arthur fell quiet for a moment, remembering the particular incident. "The only man on that squad that I lost," he said with a certain sense of melancholy in his voice.
Evadne was listening with one eyebrow raised, realising how little she knew about her father's life before she was born. "Well," she stood up, "I will go and ready my bedroom for a second occupant. Excuse me." And she disappeared through her bedroom door.
((Happy birthday! ^^))
"Aye, Little Cole. Figured he weren't... Involved," explained Tayr with a sheepish and slightly sentimental look. It wasn't really right of her to leave him off, she supposed. He had been one of them, after all, and perhaps if he'd made it through that battle, not gone off on his own trying to impress his brother like the overeager new soldier he was – that she'd been too, to be fair... Maybe he'd be sitting here with them now.
She picked at her nails for a moment, so lost in thought that she barely noticed Evadne leave. It wasn't that she'd forgotten the man, of course. What happened to him had been her first non-glamorous experience of war, and one of the greatest influences on her advancement, or relative lack thereof. High-ranking types had to stay objective and be willing to make sacrifices. She could never do that. Because of him.
He really should have been included.
But that was neither here nor there right now, and this was not the time to get all maudlin. They had to think, and plan, and stay alert. She roused herself, and ventured, "Anyway, I'll wager we'll find out more when we flush 'em out in t'morning. I just don't fancy givin' 'em any more of an up than they got, is all."
"Where's..?" She suddenly realised that the room was missing an occupant, glancing around distractedly. "Ah, right, the bed." That was pretty bad. If she could miss something like that while daydreaming, an enemy that didn't want to be seen would get by easy. So no more diversions.
Arthur nodded cautiously. "You're right. We should not get over-eager. They will show themselves to us if we don't find them. All we have to do is be ready." He hardly knew the use of the word "over-eager" corresponded flawlessly with what was in Tayr's mind. "Let's keep our weapons close and stay alert tonight. But first we will need a good meal. I find my reflexes are rather slow when my stomach isn't quite filled."
He moved to the isle in the middle of the kitchen and took out a great wooden board. On it, he placed three long pieces of bread and cut them in half. It had been Evadne's plan to make these tonight and tomorrow night, because they had four of these, but he figured she wouldn't make a big deal out of it if he did it. She was busy with her room, anyway. Arthur had to admit to himself that he was surprised at how flexible he was suddenly. Perhaps it was the resurfacing air of his military glory days that did it, or perhaps the fact that an old friend had come to see him. Well, old... Arthur glanced at Tayr. She must have been rather young to join the army when she was added to his squad, because there wasn't even a hint of grey hair or age wrinkles in her face.
Arthur added slices of tomato, cheese, and seasoning to the bread and put their tops back on. Then he poked up the fire in the oven. A simple meal it would be, but healthy nonetheless.
At the mention of dinner, Tayr smiled and rubbed her hands together. The last few days scavenging in the forest had reminded her pleasantly of playing in the woods as a child, but she couldn't fill her stomach on happy memories alone. "I'm about ready to eat proper food again, that's for sure! Can't get by on nuts 'n berries."
As the room began to fill with the smell of cooking, her attention turned suddenly to the window. She could have sworn there was a flash of movement out there in the gloom, but if it had been anything, it was gone now. Watching for a while, there didn't seem to be anything untoward; wheat swayed softly in the wind, none of it that she could see showing signs of disturbance, and a bird flitted across the sky. By all accounts, it was a peaceful evening in the country. Of course, they all knew better. Troubled again, she turned back to Arthur. "When t'girl's done back here, we should pick shifts for sleepin'."
Outside, the creature moved quickly and quietly around the house. It wasn't quite dark enough yet, and it couldn't linger at any one window for too long lest it be spotted. It hadn't spied Arthur in the kitchen on this pass, circling too fast to glimpse him at the oven. It already knew the woman was there, and the girl in another room moments later was also an expected sight. So far, it was disappointing. It didn't matter too much, though. He had all night.
After Evadne had changed the sheets on her bed and added another two pillows to it, she sighed and looked around the room. At least everything was in order. There was a second set of washing equipment on the small table on the right side of the chamber -- washcloth, ewer, bowl, soap -- and she had taken one of her father's nightshirts from his closet. After all, she had no idea if Tayr had brought anything of her own, and anything of Evadne's would most definitely be too small for her.
When she got back in the kitchen/living room, the wonderful smell of dinner came towards her, and to her surprise she had to conclude that her father was actually making dinner while that had not been part of the plan. Wisely, she kept her mouth shut.
"Ah, Evadne," said Arthur. "Perhaps you could go and close the shutters. We do not need to make ourselves paranoid by shadows and reflections." Evadne nodded and gazed around the room quickly, looking for her dagger. Ah, there it was. She mostly used it for opening letters and such, but it was still in a good state. She pushed the knife down her boot and left again through the front door.
Arthur watched his daughter disappear with a mixture of worry and concentration on his face. "The best we can do now is just to do what we normally do. And as I understand it, this person or those people that have killed the entire squad --" he swallowed, the severity of their deaths finally dawning on him "-- are not after my daughter. They are after you and me. They have not killed the families of the others, have they?"
With hope in his eyes, he locked gazes with Tayr.
Tayr blinked and turned back to the room. Closing the shutters was a decent plan; they wouldn't be able to see out, but nor would anyone else be able to see in, which was something of a blessing as they hunkered down for a siege. She wasn't really comfortable with letting Evadne leave on her own, but the man had been her commander and he knew what he was doing. Besides, the girl wasn't a target, so she might be the safest. That seemed to be his line of reasoning too, not that he was all that sure of it.
"I've not heard anything of that nature, sir," she assured him, although she felt the need to temper it with a caution. "Should still take care. We're the last. Can't say how desperate they may get. We know they's here, they got nothin' to lose." She couldn't quite look him in the eye; as an intelligent man who cared for his daughter, Arthur didn't strictly need to hear it and most likely didn't want to, but she felt it still had to be said. They didn't know their enemies' motives, and couldn't predict how they would react. After all, the others seemed to have gone down without a struggle, as if they hadn't seen it coming, and it was impossible to say what the enemy would do if they were met with a fight.
The creature outside continued its wary circuit of the house, but darted back out of sight when the front door clicked open. A moment later, it peered around the corner, its bristled face dark in the shadows. The girl, apparently unarmed this time, sent out into danger alone. Unforgivable. It scowled, and weighed up its options. She was uninvolved, an innocent, and shouldn't be hurt... But that didn't mean she couldn't be scared a little to flush out the prey. It stretched out, winced in pain as its form changed and looked back at her again, waiting for the right moment. Arthur Gabor would show himself.
Arthur rubbed his face. It was true what Tayr said. Though Evadne might not be a target, they still had to be careful. She had to be careful. And it was his duty as a father to look out for her. He mumbled something to himself, knowing he would not rest until she was back inside. Though Evadne was the most accomplished markswoman he had ever known, that was no use right now. She hadn't brought her bow outside, and inside it was almost useless in the cramped space between the four walls.
In the mean time, Evadne moved to close the last of the shutters. It was the one before the window of her own bedroom. She paused a second, leaning on the window sill, and stared at her reflection in the glass. Funny how this morning everything seemed to have been peaceful while now they suddenly found themselves in apparently lethal danger. Evadne grabbed the shutters and was about to place them before the window when something in the reflection moved. In a split second, she had spun round, and scanned the surroundings meticulously.
Nothing.
Of course, that didn't mean nothing was there. Good thing she wasn't scared that quickly. Evadne averted her eyes from the landscape for a second, and closed the shutters with a bang.
The girl had almost seen him, but the creature was fast, and able to duck out of sight when she turned. She'd been wary, and obviously taught well, and this was the last and only chance he would have before she went back inside to safety. What a chance it was, though. She turned her back to him for a mere second, but that was more than enough time. As the shutters slammed closed, so too did his hands slam onto the walls on either side of the girl, the stone cracking slightly under huge black claws.
The creature itself was a sight; over seven feet tall, his limbs far too long for his torso, and well-muscled. A sparse coating of coarse hair covered his naked form, halfway between man and beast. This wasn't his favourite shape, as it was painful to hold and lacked some of the strength of his animal form, but there were some things only a human could do. "Good evening, little girl," he growled, a horrible grin twisting his features. "Is daddy home?"
((lol so cheesy, I can't write scary at all XD))
Evadne heard a scream when the black claws crashed into the walls beside her, and for a split second she wasn't sure it was even her own. She didn't want to know what else was attached to those claws, but instinct took over and she spun round. Wide-eyed, she pressed herself against the shutters and stared at the beast before her. Never in her life had she seen anything like this, and she could only oppress a second scream by pressing her hand against her mouth. He was like the monster from her nightmares, the one that used to hide beneath her bed when she was little, only now he was magnified and scarier than ever. His face might have been human once, but it was completely void of anything that resembled humanity.
Then he spoke.
Everything was suddenly amplified. Evadne could hear her heart pounding in her ears, heard her own ragged breathing as an upcoming storm and saw the beast's chest go up and down each time he inhaled in the form of a live mountain. It was then that she recovered her common sense, and all her father's lessons poured back into her mind. In a singular movement, she fished the dagger out of her boot and planted it firmly in the monster's thigh, ducking beneath his arm, and she made a sprint for the front door.
But she never made it.
Inside, Arthur and Tayr hadn't missed the scream. Furiously, Arthur had grabbed a sword from the stand in the hallway and made for the door. But when he got there, his daughter was already gone.
The creature cried out and recoiled, giving the girl a moment of escape. The blade was small, and mere steel wasn't any real threat, but godsdamn it still hurt. He wrenched the dagger from his thigh to let the wound begin to heal and flung it to the ground, snarling. The other two would surely show themselves now, but was it worth it? The man at least was a legend and the woman had to have seen her share of action, and facing them in a straight fight with even a minor injury was too risky. This called for a change in plans.
Thankfully, his speed and reach gave him the advantage, and the girl barely had time to wrest the door open before he hauled her off her feet and disappeared into the cornfields. He'd fight them, but on his terms. Healthy and rested, he could use her to lure them into an ambush and they'd have no chance. For now, it would have to do.
Inside, Tayr leapt to her feet as soon as she heard the scream, snatching her glaive from its resting place against the wall and following Arthur to the hallway. She was ready to thrust the blade out past the man and into whatever waited in the darkness... But there was nothing. No Evadne, no enemies... It was almost like she'd never been here at all. Almost. Tayr's eyes fell onto the knife lying abandoned on the ground, its metal stained with blood, and she knew he had to have seen it too. "Sir, I..." she began, then fell silent. No words of apology or comfort would be good enough. They needed action, and reckless though it was, it was all they could do. "We follow 'em?"
Arthur stared at the bloodied knife, holding on to the door frame. "Evadne..." he breathed in horror. Suddenly he resembled nothing of the famed Captain and proud man he had once been, but merely a father who had just lost his daughter, the most glorious product of his entire life. He clasped tightly to the door frame, seeming to hope that if he held on long enough Evadne would suddenly appear before his eyes again, as if nothing had happened. But as moments passed, Arthur knew holding on to this was useless. Finally, he found the courage to look at Tayr again. She had warned him, told him they should look out for Evadne even though she wasn't a target. And he had ignored her council, going against his own gut as well.
"She... she might still be alive," he said with difficulty, his shoulders hanging down in defeat. "Whoever it was, they have taken her and left, instead of facing us now that there's only two left. She might still be alive." Arthur knew he would never forgive himself if something happened to her. If something had happened to her. He also knew he would already never be able to face himself again for letting her out of his sight just now.
Still breathing heavily, he gazed at a trail of blood that led into the fields, a red thread that would lead the way to his daughter. Then he shook his head, rediscovering his reason. "No, we cannot follow," he said, looking up at the sky. "It is already dark, and going in now would be reckless. The people that... took Evadne know we'll be coming after her, and they'll have come up with some kind of plan. We must prepare ourselves. We must wait until morning."
Arthur swallowed, knowing his decision would not only have consequences for himself - as he was condemning himself to a restless and horribly worried night - but also for Evadne. They might be doing heaven knows what to her... and if they hurt her, or if she would die, it would be his fault. But he also knew that Evadne would stand a better chance when they could actually see what they were doing and where they were going.
Defeated, Arthur turned around and got back inside.
Tayr listened patiently as Arthur tried to convince himself that the worst hadn't just happened. He wasn't doing a bad job of it, though, and his rationalisations were really quite reasonable. If the girl had been killed or otherwise incapacitated, they'd have had no reason to take her. Even laying a trap would be pointless in such a situation, considering that they could have easily beaten the two of them. No, something else was going on here, and anathema though it was for her to sit back when a comrade was in danger, perhaps it was best to wait until they were in a better position to deal with it. It'd do Evadne no good if they got killed before her rescue.
He finished talking and she stood back, gently laying her hand on his shoulder as he passed. He still didn't sound completely sure of his plan's wisdom. This was his daughter, after all, and nothing would be good enough until she was safe. Attempting to ease the man's worries, she smiled slightly. "The lass has some sense in her, she'll know what to do, aye? She'll be right as rain when we find her."
Leaving her weapon in the hallway, she trailed back into the kitchen behind the man and pulled the oven open, where their dinner was waiting. Three meals still, but only two to eat them... She looked over her shoulder at Arthur and said, "We should eat now and get some shut-eye, be ready to go at crack o' dawn." It was obvious really, but simple things needed reminding at times like this, so that they'd actually get done. How easy it was to forget, when a person had larger worries.
Arthur hoped to his very core that Tayr was right, and that Evadne would be fine when they found her, if they would find her at all instead of be killed first. He shook his head. No, that will not happen. He would find his daughter and set her free, if the quest would claim his life. There was nothing that could be so unbearable as her death.
He listened to Tayr's fussing over all those common things with only one ear, all the sounds around him seemed muffled somehow, while the wooden chair he went to sit on and the wooden table beneath his palms were objects that seemed extra pronounced, their structure amplified. Arthur had never really felt this way, but now that he did, he knew beyond any doubt what it was.
Fear.
The glorified Captain Gabor was afraid. He swallowed, forcing himself to focus on innocent things, things like dinner and sleeping, like Tayr had said. "Thank you," he muttered when she put his share before him. "I should have listened to you," he said after a long moment of staring at the crusty bread.
Slowly, Tayr considered Arthur's words, working out what best to say. Maybe if one of them had been with Evadne, she would have been safe, but maybe she wouldn't. Maybe it would have been worse, and they would have been killed anyway. They didn't know what had happened out there, couldn't know what might have been, and it was pointless to dwell on maybes.
Besides, it didn't matter whether he was right or wrong. What mattered was getting through as best they could, and dealing with what was in front of them. Anything else could wait until later. She fetched her own food and sat at the table opposite him, with a solemn shake of her head. "No use blamin' yerself, sir, not now. Won't do you no good, nor her. You needs to be thinkin' right when we face 'em tomorrow."
Her hunger made even this simple meal seem like a feast, but she merely picked at it for now, carefully watching the devastated man. She respected him far too much to begin eating before him. "You needs to be Cap'n Gabor. Aye?"
He knew she was right, but this did not make him feel any better. Captain Gabor was lost in him. Now, he was only a father. A father who had not taken enough care where it concerned his daughter. His only hope was that she would be alive still, first, and that if she was she would find the strength to defeat whoever had taken her captive and could escape to come back to him. Arthur cringed. He wondered if he could ever face Evadne again. Nevertheless, he nodded meekly and poked at the food before him. He didn't feel like eating at all, his stomach filled with worries and regret, but he knew he would have to if he wanted to stand a better chance against whatever they would be facing tomorrow.
Quietly, he broke off a piece of breath and slowly started chewing it.
They ate their dinner in silence -- what was there to say? -- and with difficulty Arthur finished the last of his plate. He sat back in his chair and stared ahead for a while, appearing to be troubled still, but in fact he was trying his best to think rationally. What would they do tomorrow morning when they found Evadne? What would they find? Arthur sincerely hoped it wouldn't rain tonight. That would mean the trail to his daughter would be swept away, and that she would be nigh unfindable for them.
Arthur cleared his throat.
"I... uhm... I think... that we should just make sure we're well rested tomorrow, for starters," he commenced. "And we need to make sure our armour is in good shape, as well as our weapons." He turned his head to face Tayr.
"I do not ask you to come with me, Tayr," Arthur said, uncharacteristically quiet. "This whole situation is my fault, and Evadne is my daughter. You would be well within your rights to stay here, so please don't feel obliged to risk your own safety if you don't want to."
Tayr ate quickly, glad for the wholesome meal, then sat quietly as Arthur finished his. He had a lot on his mind, and she'd let him think it over for as long as he needed tonight. It was the thinnest sliver of a silver lining, that they could work in their own time for now. Finally he seemed to come to a decision, and she smiled wryly at his words. "I'm a soldier, sir, your soldier. This is what I came for, and I'm not lettin' you fight 'em alone."
"I'll sort my equipment now, so's it don't hold us up in't morning," she decided, stepping out into the hallway for a moment to grab her weapon. "Don't suppose I could borrow your whetstone? Mine got lost on't way." A hint of shame permeated her voice; misplacing such an important tool wasn't something even a novice would do, and she hated to admit to it. All right, so she knew exactly where it was, and she hadn't wanted to hang around the smouldering embers of her campsite to dig it out. Her blade could go dull for a few days and still be capable of protecting her.
For tomorrow, though, she'd want it the sharpest it had ever been.
Arthur didn't bother to remind her that he was retired, and that she hadn't been his soldier for a long time. He could see Tayr had made her choice. Besides, it had never been a matter of choice to her, she was simply sticking to the code. To her he was still sort of her Captain, and Evadne had been turned in one of her people by being taken away. No one got left behind if they could help it.
"Yeah, of course," he said slowly, still dazed by what had happened. Standing up, he opened a cupboard beneath the kitchen counter and took out a basket with some cleaning and polishing equipment for blades, and handed it to Tayr. "It should be in there," he added, looking around for his own sword only to realise it was still in his hand. That could use some sharpening as well.
After a while of looking to Tayr's movements, Arthur cleared his throat. "What do you reckon took her?" he asked, unable to stand the silence any longer.
"Cheers," nodded Tayr, digging around in the basket for a flat grey stone before sitting herself back down to work on her weapon. It'd need a decent amount of effort to get it to proper fighting condition, but it was second nature to her and she barely had to concentrate. When Arthur asked her opinion, she answered immediately, not missing a single rhythmic swipe of the stone. "Couldn't rightfully say, sir. Whatever 'tis, it's stealthy, and quick, and if it's a team they're right well coordinated. Can't have been more'n a few moments between -" She stopped and looked down at her blade again, still bringing the whetstone across it in broad strokes. "And we still didn't see hide nor hair of 'em."
She paused to blow a fine layer of dust off her sharpened weapon, then added, "They're smart, we knows that from their methods. They've..." The next part wasn't something she wanted to put into words, to highlight her part in the girl's disappearance, but it could have been a necessary clue to work out just what they were up against. With a quiet sigh, she steeled herself and admitted her guilt. "They've followed me all the way here, and I ain't seen 'em once."
Even as she pushed the stone across the table towards the man, she couldn't look him in the face. It didn't matter that they would have come anyway; she brought them here today, and tomorrow might have been different. All they could do now was hope that it was.
Arthur shook his head, a little bit of the old Captain seeping back into him. "Don't blame yourself, Tayr. If you hadn't come, we wouldn't even have known about any of this, and might have been taken by surprise in such a way that we would both be dead by now. There still is hope."
He remembered her when she was still a young soldier. Quietly, he had always been proud of her. This conspiracy against them had to come organised, or they wouldn't have managed to fool one such as Tayr. The creature, or creatures, were probably magical, given the tiny amount of time between Evadne's scream and disappearance. She would not have been taken away so easily by any random person, or even more. She knew how to handle herself.
Arthur took up the whetstone and set to sharpening his own sword, and a couple of knives he would take with him as a backup. He seemed to stare through the blade as he worked, his muscle memory making it unnecessary to focus on what he was doing. "I think we are safe tonight," he mused, not taking his eyes of the invisible point beyond his blade even once. "They've got my daughter. And she's likely alive. They're waiting for us. Even so, I think we should both sleep in the living room or something. Being apart would only increase any possible risk of.. well, them slitting our throats in our sleep."
[Would now be a good time to see how Evadne is doing?]
((I was gonna drop in on the other two when Tayr + Arthur went to bed which is, like, now... So yes! XD))
"Aye." Tayr quietly accepted the captain's assurances, as he'd accepted hers before. There was no point in dwelling on actions already taken. What was needed was simply to do better in the future, in the light of day. And they would. She stood, shrugging off her overcoat and loosening her breastplate in preparation for sleep. Proper rest was essential, and she wouldn't get that while encased inside a hunk of metal. The tunic underneath would more than preserve her modesty, not that she was concerned with such trivial things right now. "A sound plan, sir," she said with a tight smile. "I'll fetch blankets, then, and you can join me when yer done."
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The creature ran through the darkness, ignoring the girl slung over his shoulder. His wound still hurt, making him limp and slowing his movement, but so long as he didn't have to fight with it he wouldn't worry too much. Besides, the blood he'd shed on the way was something of a help – it would lead the two soldiers right into his hands. The flow was slowing now, matting in his fur before it reached the ground, but that was all right. It would take them far enough.
He stopped suddenly, a short way up a mountain pass, and peered upwards. At this point, the path was hemmed in on both sides by steep rock walls, carved out no doubt by a river many ages ago, and the perfect place to set up his trap. Though the gloom made human sight near-useless, his heightened senses aided him and he grinned to himself as he worked out his plan. Everything was here. However, if he was to take advantage of this he would have to get to higher ground. He loped onward, a few dozen yards further up the path, then leapt at one of the cliff walls.
Releasing his grip on the girl to dig all his claws into the rock for easier climbing, he snarled at her, "You better not do anything funny. I fall, you fall too. Got it?"
During the creature's escape with her on his back, Evadne had had some time to gather her wits and think about stuff. Her father would not rest until he had freed her, she knew that, so it was only a matter of time until he would come for her. Conveniently the creature, half man, half beast, was leaking blood from the hurt she had caused him, and left a perfectly good trail. That was, as long as it wouldn't rain. But the troubling thought was that the creature seemed to WANT Tayr and Arthur to follow. Evadne feared the worst. She was afraid of what he was going to do to her, but she was more afraid for her father and his friend.
She tried to move on the creature's shoulder so that air would stream back into her lungs, but his hold on her was immense. And when he did let go of her, she nearly fell on a bed of razor sharp rocks and boulders. Evadne gasped, her arms around the creature's neck even though she was appalled by it, and nodded while her vision became blurry. Falling from the side of the cliff would NOT be a good idea. And it would make her father's attempt to rescue her a useless one.
Almost ignoring the girl clinging to him, the creature climbed higher, his claws screeching shrilly on the rock as he hauled himself along. Eventually he reached the top, forty or fifty feet off the ground, and pulled his body up onto a shelf. A moment to roll his massive shoulders and catch his breath, and he gazed around to better survey his surroundings.
Yes, here was good. He had a clear view of the path almost all the way to the bottom, as well as the loose rocks above it, and even though there wasn't anything on the thin ledge that could be used for cover, the cloudless sky said it wouldn't be a problem. Satisfied, he set the girl down and slumped back heavily against the cliff wall, his yellow eyes closed before he hit the ground. All there was to do now was wait. He barely even had to worry about watching her. She wouldn't be leaving; with sheer rock on all sides, there wasn't anywhere for her to go.
Evadne's legs were trembling. Crouching low on the ground, her hands found support on the stone platform. As thankful as she was to have solid ground beneath her feet again, she had hoped it would be somewhere else than here. Somewhere less trapped. Somewhere she could at least escape from.
She closed her eyes for a moment. She had to do SOMETHING. Her father would be following her, of that she had no doubt, and when he walked in here with Tayr, they were pretty much trapped. The creature had room to surprise them, and his position on the cliff was advantageous. Evadne swallowed nervously, eyeing the creature tentatively. He was sitting against the cliff wall with his freaky yellow eyes closed, probably knowing she couldn't go anywhere.
I have to do something!
Evadne looked around her, searching for a weapon of sorts. The only thing that even came close were the sharp-edged and pointed stones that were scattered across the platform. Well, at least it was something. She snatched two of them closest to her, and let them fall in her pockets. She could only hope the creature wouldn't realise they were there somehow.
Though he couldn't see her, the creature could hear Evadne's movements just fine. It wasn't possible to make out just what she was doing, but that she was doing anything at all was enough. Without once stirring or opening his eyes, he addressed his hostage, "Sit down, girl. Hours 'til dawn yet, don't wear yourself out." He chuckled, a rough, scratchy noise in the still night air. "Unless you want to, that is."
If she wanted to exhaust herself before the final showdown, that was fine by him. He'd rather not have to deal with a third opponent, especially one he had no intention of harming – unless absolutely necessary, of course. Still, the less she moved now, the less chance there was that she'd slip on rubble in the darkness and fall. Even though she was the daughter of his enemy, she was an innocent in her own right. He had no hate for her, and didn't want her hurt. So he just wished she'd settle down.
Evadne wasn't sure whether to fear him, loathe him, or repel him, so she did all of those things. Though his eyes were still shut, he knew what she was doing, and he obviously wasn't afraid of her. Caged like an animal, she paced up and down the platform, staying as far away from the creature and the ledge as possible.
"Who do you think you are that gives you the right to kidnap me like this?" she asked, though less forceful than she would have hoped.
"And why? What did I do to deserve this? I don't even know you!"
He wished she'd stop moving; while she probably wouldn't be any kind of a threat to him, her constant pacing also wasn't going to help him rest. With his heightened senses, her every footfall on the rock was like a drum beat. Even with his plan and the trap he'd set here, he'd expect the two soldiers to give him some trouble, and it would be smart to make sure he was at full strength in case he did have to face them. If she intended to disturb him all night, he'd not be able to focus and against experienced foes, that could very well be the end of him.
Perturbed by her restlessness and irritated by her needless questions, the creature opened one yellow eye and cast his lazy gaze over the girl. "You're right, you didn't do anything. This ain't your fight, girl, so sit quiet and you'll get to stay not involved."
Both angry and scared, Evadne paced up and down restlessly, kicking at stones here and there. She was one of those people who just had to know the reason why, and no matter how much she pondered on the subject, she couldn't find the answer by herself. Apparently her father and his squad back in his military days had done something to this ... creature, that made him desperate for revenge.
Positioning herself squarely before the creature, Evadne decided that her need to know overcame her fear. "TELL ME what the reason is behind all this," she demanded. "Tell me what I am here for, what makes you want to torture my father like this. You had no right to take me here, since you yourself said I was not involved, so the least you can do is explain this to me."
Now the girl thought she was going to give him orders. How amusing, that she might think he'd have any reason to comply with anything she wanted. As if he couldn't quiet her himself whenever he pleased! At that, the creature opened both of his eyes and stared at her for a long moment, before bursting out with a savage, raucous laugh. "Funny little girl! Think you can demand things of me?"
Standing there like that, though, almost inviting him to topple her from the ledge when he could easily do so, there was something uniquely and respectably Adelan about that. Pitiful though it was that she didn't have the strength to back it up, she did have courage, and that was more than some. "At least you have guts, I suppose." An odd, almost rueful, smile twisted the creature's muzzle and he closed his eyes again. "He killed my brother. Not in a fight, no honourable death, but through cowardice. War hero? Pah!"