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The landscape shifted so
slowly that sometimes she suspected she was running in place. Yet Eremia, ever since she left the borders
of the Confederacy for the first time in her life, never felt any farther from
home. The Doves never strayed away from
the gaze of the rolling hills - the hills blocked the group's vision, splitting
the landscape into two pieces - but Eremia couldn't imagine that The
Confederacy she knew lay on the other side.
Hence, she kept her gaze on the opposite side, watching the dry plains
with an interest the dulled little over the hours and days. It was quiet; it was almost picturesque; it
was completely foreign.
In the mid-morning hours
of one particularly sunny, hot day, however, she awoke to find Katerina
kneeling patiently beside her, looking down on her in her sunny smile. This was normal, as creepy as Eremia found
it; Katerina didn't much understand the concept of personal space. It was the way that Katerina's eyes darted
around and her smile seemed forced that caught Eremia's attention the most.
"Jonathan wants to
see you," Katerina said, noticing that Eremia was finally awake.
Eremia propped herself on
her arms and blinked at the light rushing in from outside. "Why?" she said, thoughts dulled by
the haze that ate at her senses.
"We might be in
trouble?" Eremia wasn't sure what made her bolt upright - that Katerina
drew out the "might," that Katerina laughed uneasily, or the thought
of Jonathan wanting to see her.
Regardless, Eremia pushed
herself forward, carrying her blanket with her as she scooted along the wagon
floor. True to Katerina's word, Jonathan
stood just outside of the wagon. Bow strapped to his back, the sun making the
drops of sweat on his arms glisten, Jonathan had a surprisingly happy
expression. Specks of dust spilled off
his hair as he waved to Eremia.
"Doing well?"
"Yeah," Eremia
said, trying to force some energy into her laconic voice. "Is something wrong?" She noticed that he looked paler than usual.
Jonathan shook his head,
catching Eremia's stare. "Only the
training," he said. "I didn't
sleep. I would've, but Alarick wants a
team. There's a village under
attack."
In the back of her head,
Eremia remembered that Alarick had mentioned something about raiders harassing
the towns in one of his previous meetings.
"I suppose you wanted to let me know?" she said, slightly
confused. Her stomach grumbled and her
head faintly ached (it had gradually adjusted to the rough floor of the wagon),
but both weakened in each moment she watched Jonathan smile.
"I'd like you to
come," he replied, holding out a hand.
"You are being trained."
Eremia instinctively
reached over to grab the hand, but Katerina pulled at her sleeve. "What?" hissed Eremia.
Craning her head, Eremia
saw Katerina lean over and start to whisper, though the latter started
shaking. "It's dangerous, and I
don't want you to get hurt."
"Will you be with
me?" Eremia said, eyebrow raised.
Katerina had, for the most, stayed as Eremia's protector - leading
Eremia around, introducing her to people, conjuring magic whenever something
bumped in the night (though Katerina pretended she wasn't doing anything). By all accounts, Katerina was a competent
mage, capable of alternating between icicles that were as sharp as arrows and
bolts that scorched the ground. Sure, since
talent in one class of magic diminished one’s potential in others, she wasn't
especially strong in either. But she
could fight, and that’s what mattered. Besides,
Eremia's training had honed her accuracy and toned her muscles. Why was there any reason to be afraid?
Katerina shook her head
swiftly. "They want me to scope the
number of raiders."
"In that case, with
your skills, I should be fine," Eremia said, placing her hand on
Katerina's paw and nodding affirmatively.
As Katerina's teeth
clattered, Eremia felt like her words did not have much effect. Still, Katerina clutched Eremia's hand. "Okay, I won't stop you," she
managed to say, words rattled. "But
there's something else. You need to
watch out for someone."
"Who?" Eremia
said. She turned her head back to see
Jonathan's hand retracted. Jonathan,
arms crossed, stood patiently.
While Katerina drew in a
breath, a horn sounded over the campsite.
The surroundings exploded into a fury of activity, soldiers marching
from their tents in full gear and walking in the direction opposite the
hills. Jonathan shrugged and reached out
a hand again, doing so in more urgency.
"You'll know them
when you see them," said Katerina eventually, breaching the impatience
that swelled up in Eremia.
Eremia accepted
Jonathan's hand, pushing herself off the back of the wagon and stepping neatly
on the ground. She turned around to help
Katerina step down, holding both of the latter's hands. On landing, Katerina mouthed a few goodbyes
and ran off, waving towards a few soldiers in the distance. Eremia only hoped that Katerina was alright,
or would be; she felt confident enough in herself.
"I'll take you to my
tent," Jonathan said as they started walking in the opposite
direction. "There should be
food."
Stomach grumbling, Eremia
nodded. She suspected she might lose the
food, so to speak, in a fight, but she wanted to be totally alert and ready
during the combat itself. It was also a
chance to spend some time with Jonathan, which she happily admitted to herself.
Horns blared off in the
distance - they sounded fainter, but no less urgent. Keeping up with Jonathan proved tiring for
Eremia, who had to deal with his long and frequent strides. "How has your training
been?" Eremia finally asked, though she knew the answer. She simply couldn't come up with anything
else to say.
"Worse than
usual," said Jonathan, cheery tone blunted. "He wants to train me fast."
"You would think he
would have something better to do," Eremia replied, smelling the musky odor
of the countless fires in the camps being stamped out of existence (the burning
material being a replacement of wood she'd rather not specify). "Katerina said he sleeps at odd
intervals in the day."
Jonathan shrugged before
gesturing for the soldiers walking across the path to get out of his way. "That's normal for him. Been so for most of his life."
"Where did he get his own
training from?" Eremia said, ducking between two people carrying a
saddle.
Another shrug. "He doesn't want to tell me. Just that it's from Elchanan."
"The country of
lions?" Eremia shivered. She'd always heard about the nation in the
whispers in conversations around the castle.
Elchanan periodically harassed the north of Exedor, brining their large
armies and bravado. Otherwise, she knew
little about them, except the country ran itself strictly, and devoted most of
its resources to building an army.
"I guess," Jonathan
said. A pause. "Terasu's leaving you alone,
right?"
Eremia shook her head, respondingly
slowly. "No? Why would she?"
"It's nothing," said Jonathan
quickly.
She wanted to ask further questions,
but she couldn't. By now, the soldiers
had massed into crowds. At regular
intervals, men and women would break off from the gatherings and ask Jonathan
questions as they walked, such as about the enemy forces, how many people he
was planning to bring, and the strategy.
He answered simply and quietly, citing estimates and drawing points in
the air. Eremia felt out of her element;
he knew everyone, and he blended right into the choas. She was out of a place, an anomaly that
people gave odd glances and ignored.
However, despite the interruptions,
it wasn't long before the two arrived at the equivalent of an open-air mess
hall. It was a few tables stretched out
on the earth and surrounded by empty benches, the soldiers having mostly
abandoned it in their haste to get ready.
From the center of the space, a black-haired woman weaved around the tables
and waved towards Jonathan.
"Eremia," said Jonathan,
stepping aside and gesturing to the woman, "this is Lyness, my
second-in-command."
"A pleasure," Eremia said
sweetly, shaking hands with Lyness, who had a firm grip.
Lyness let go first, turning to
Jonathan. "Is this your girlfriend?"
she said innocently, winking a few times.
Jonathan blushed. "Yes, we're close. Do you have to mention it now?"
Lyness's smile hardened into a
frown. Eremia was surprised at the
swiftness of the transformation.
"If you bring her, you'll have to keep her safe and do your
job."
Annoyance burrowed into Eremia's
heart. "I can take care of
myself," she said, glaring at Lyness.
"You?" Lyness retorted,
facing Eremia. Jonathan pushed himself
between the two, stretching out his hands to keep each of the two back. "You're just a girl."
Oh, Eremia
realized – this had to be the person Katerina had told her about. Eremia didn’t like her already.
"When The Doves found you, so
were you," Jonathan said swiftly.
He craned his head to look into Lyness's eyes, and Eremia imagined his
stare hardening. "She can fight. I'm too tired - I need help."
"Fine," Lyness said at
last, her hard gaze morphing into a frown as she turned away. "But I won't excuse your sorry ass if
you're too busy to be at the front lines with me." She walked off.
Jonathan took a deep breath as Lyness
exited. He looked around the table,
finding a piece of meat and bread laying at one corner. Only after Jonathan stretched himself to pick
up the food and hand it to Eremia did the latter speak. "Does everyone hate me?" she
said.
Sighing, Jonathan sat down on one of
the benches and covered one of his eyes with a hand. "It's her job to order everything; she
wants to do it."
Eremia looked down at the food,
wondering why it had been neglected. The
prospect soured them in her mind, hungry as she was. She knew that she had to eat them, since
there likely was little else - still, she decided to distract herself and
Jonathan, so she didn't have to think about it.
"Given her name, I suppose she is a lioness?"
"Yes," Jonathan said. "Alarick came up with the name
himself."
"Did she not have one?"
Eremia said, taking a bite of the meat.
It was gamey and stringy, but otherwise fine.
Jonathan massaged his right temple
while staring at the wood. "He
found her in a bush. Don't know where,
don't know when. She was a baby. She's been around longer than most the
rest."
"And she happens to be your
second-in-command?" Eremia said, raising an eyebrow as she ate the bread. It was bland.
"I work better with
others," he replied. "She
doesn't like me much."
Jonathan stood and began to walk
again, still pushing on his temple.
Running briefly to catch up, Eremia quickly finished off the meat and
teared into the bread. It was
undignified for her to eat so messily, but she reasoned that she didn't have
the time to eat any other way. "Is
that why I have not heard of her before?" Eremia said between bites.
"Yes," Jonathan said,
stopping in front of group of horses.
Numerous riders were already saddled and prepared, watching him
patiently as he stood there. "I
have enough problems right now."
Eremia swallowed the rest of the
bread. Now, as she saw Jonathan clamber
onto his brown horse, she had a feeling that she guessed Katerina had
earlier. "Will I?" she said,
gesturing to the horse. Her teeth
started to clatter, and her heartrate tripled.
The enormity of what she had become a part of finally weighed on her.
Pointing to the back of the saddle,
Jonathan nodded. "Get on," he
said calmly, noticing Eremia's growing panic.
"We’ll be fine.”
The mass of faces turned their eyes on Eremia. Her skin felt clammy, her breaths
ragged. A loud voice in her head
demanded that she walk away - this was war, and she, despite her
knowledge, had no place in it. Another
voice piped up and pointed out that it could both literally and metaphorically
keep her closer to Jonathan. Besides,
Eremia knew that she and Jonathan were both competent, and her confidence used
this to egg her on. So, after a minute
spent looking as calm and casual as possible, eyeing each person and their
horse while nodding in approval, Eremia went to Jonathan's horse.
Jonathan smiled, lifting her up with his hand. She took her assigned place, whereupon she
tried to keep her balance against the saddle's back edge. When Jonathan pulled on the reins and the
horse trotted forward, Eremia found keeping herself stable was futile. Blushing, she wrapped her arms around
Jonathan's chest, (though she was frustrated by how dusty he perpetually
was). If Jonathan noticed the gesture,
he didn't respond.
In any case, Jonathan urged his horse on, its pace increasing to a
gallop as it was followed, and eventually overtaken, by the mass of other
riders. Jonathan rode at a steady pace, disregarding the raised spears and
eager shouts of his own soldiers. She
wondered if it was for her own sake, or if it was normal for him. The cloud of
dust obscured Eremia's vision, but a few harrowing glances (as the effort
threatened to pull her off, which was not an experience she wanted to go
through again) behind her suggested that they were hurtling away from the
camp. For the most part, she stared to
the side to avoid being battered by the wind and dust, watching the landscape
roll by unsteadily.
She hoped, by the Creator, that Katerina and the others would be
alright.
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