Sorry about this. I just wanted to rewrite it, tighten up the action etc a bit more.
This first chapter would probably be PG for some adult themes. (this is only part)
I will definetly have chapter 2 up soon (I've been in a long creative slump).
Before the Dawn
Chapter One: Asleep To The World
Almost there.
The ground churned beneath him, desert dust and sweat caked his eyes. Luemas clutched the racing horse, his body bounced around like a demonic jack-in-the-box, his legs throbbed with every jolt. Behind him a cart packed with basic provisions rattled inches from the edge of the rock pinnacles rising on either side. He had to get home, fast.
Stay awake, stay awake!
Loose stones lined the road ahead. The horse stumbled, the cart rocketed sideways, splintering against the rocky outcrops and spewing its contents across the road. Luemas felt the horse slip away beneath him. No! The shock jolted his mind and drove his heart faster. He desperately gripped its sides with both hands, dug in his heels and grabbed a handful of black mane as his mount managed to right itself. He pulled himself back onto the horse.
No time to turn back, the cart is lost. They could still be on my heels.
He galloped on.
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Mek slammed into the ground hard as the horse ploughed into him. The rider was thrown through the air. Mek's vision blurred. Pain!
'Holy Molskein!' yelled Aeiden.
His friend ran to him and carefully helped Mek to his feet.
'That horse almost rode you down!'
Mek clutched at his chest and winced, gasped for air. 'I noticed.'
Aeiden checked him over. 'Thank Aijah your alive.'
He left Mek to his own devices. Aeiden was already next to the rider. He glanced at Mek. 'Its Luemas! He's hurt bad, real bad. Quick, get the Healer. I'll do what I can for him.'
Mek spun on his heels and ran for the village as fast as his legs would carry him, huffing and panting his way down the steep crater descent. Luemas was alive? How did he survive the harsh deserts? I don't understand! He skidded on some stones. Slowly now. Don't want to break your neck. No! Don't slow down. Pick up the pace man. Get a move on. Luemas needs help... and fast.
He made it to the bottom in one piece and thumped across the bridge spanning the river Bridgewater, his boots echoing on the wooden floorboards. The village of Bridgewater sprawled on the other side, nestled amongst the reedy marshes. He paused to think things through. Still light. People will be everywhere. Got to use stealth. He whispered a quick prayer. Aijah guide me. This isn't going to be easy! At a half crouch he traversed the residential huts, keeping to the shadows. He made for the village centre. Not the easiest place to keep hidden. Still he needed to get to Ghed and fast. He passed the village tavern, butcher and smithy and finally reached Ghed's house. A mud brick hut with thatched roof. Village norm. Mek stormed in without knocking.
The refreshing fragrance of dried herbs and spices greeted him. A massive iron cauldron bubbled over a large fire in the centre of the room. A bald headed man sat at a desk in the corner of the room. Wood scraped as the man threw his body over the desk. Bottles of all shapes and sizes flew off and shattered. Vinegar and herbs pooled at his feet. He cursed and looked up, his face ashen with fear. Quickly it turned tomato red with anger.
'Mek? What are you doing here?' He rubbed his hands over his face. 'Look what you made me do!' I thought you were one of the Elders. I swear they've been watching me. One day they'll catch me. Now, clean up this mess.'
Mek protested. 'Your the one who left the door unlocked.'
His father spluttered and then frowned.
'Never mind that dad,' said Mek. 'Something more important has come up.'
Ghed raised an eyebrow. 'Yes?'
'Luemas has fallen from his horse. He's badly injured.'
'Woah! Slow down boy, that's impossible,' Ghed smirked. 'Unless he's an even bigger fool than I thought. Are you sure it's him?'
'It was. We have to help him.'
'What are his injuries?'
Mek shrugged. 'Not sure. I didn't have time to see his condition. But he fell off a galloping horse. That's got too hurt big time.'
Ghed sighed. 'I'll have to chance it. I'd say possible broken bones, bruising and cuts, that sort of thing.' He rummaged through the various herb samples left on his desk, grabbed his water-filled clay cup, mortar and pestle and a bundle of gauze cloth and made for the door.
Up the hill they trudged in silence, huffing and puffing. Mek leading the way.
Aeiden crouched over Luemas by the roadside, cradling his head in his arms. He looked up as Mek approached, followed by Ghed.
'Mr Ghed, sir.'
'Aeiden.' The Healer acknowledged him. 'How's he doing?' He checked Leumas over.
One eye closed over, face a bloody mess. Grey bruises covered his body. Left leg crushed beneath him.
'You haven't tried moving him, have you? No? Good. This is serious, he may have internal bleeding.'
The colour drained from their faces. He waved his hand at them. 'Give us room.' They backed away as he pulled a golden flask from his pocket. 'Can't do much here, but this cordial should help him relax a little.'
Taking Luemas' head in his arm he put the flask to his lips. 'Drink this.' Leumas stirred and after some coaxing managed to swallow some of the sweet cold liquid.
'Good, now rest,' he commanded. His good eye fell shut.
Ghed carefully pulled Luemas' leg out from under him. A painstakingly slow process. The leg was torn, bruised and bloody and lay at an unnatural angle. He produced several spiked plant stalks, a bone knife and a clay mortar and pestle. He tore off Luemas' shirt while Mek tore the gauze cloth into thin strips, handed them to him and waited anxiously.
Ghed drew some roots and leaves from one of his pockets, dashed them into the clay pestle. He picked up the mortar and ground the comfrey plant into the pestle, adding water from his cup as he worked. The mixture slowly formed a thick sticky paste.
'This stuff smells a bit but it will prevent further infection he may have picked up from the wounds.'
He slapped the sticky salve onto the gauze and methodically spread it around. He firmly bound Luemas' bruised arms, forehead, chest and lower legs, careful to avoid stirring the wounds.
He spoke to Aeiden and Mek. 'Get him back to the village as soon as possible. You hear me? I can treat him better back home. Meet me there.' Ghed looked at Mek. 'Think you can carry him back?' He eased Luemas over his shoulder. Mek was crushed under the weight and for a moment floundered for balance. 'Careful,' warned the Healer. Mek, Aeiden and Ghed set off down the hill. It was slow going with the added weight of a full grown man swung over one shoulder. Especially one as fragile as Luemas.
A young woman clad in a simple handwoven dress knelt in the grass picking mushrooms and dropping them into a weaved basket alongside her.
Mek groaned. 'Oh. This is not good. What's she doing here? How are we going to explain this?' Aeiden shuddered in agreement. 'I'll let you handle this one.'
She looked up as they approached. 'Aeiden, Mek.'
'Afternoon Rachel.'
'You're back early from the fields.'
'Harvest hasn't been great this year.'
Mara saw the body Mek carried and gestured at it. 'Who's that? Some poor soul party too hard at the tavern?'
A nervous chuckle. 'Something like that.' Mek's eyes darted to Aeiden. Help me. They kept on walking.
'Hold up.' They froze in mid-stride. She circled them and when she saw her husband gasped and clamped a hand to her mouth. 'My word. It's Luemas!' She stumbled back, overwhelmed by grief. Some seconds later she came at them. 'Is he alright? What happened to him?' She searched Mek's face for answers. Tears welled in her eyes and she turned away. Aeiden grimaced.