Below the Peak (Sola)(19)
Nadine couldn’t stop the desperation her voice. “Please don’t go…” she broke. Who would have imagined she would be begging for a man who had come to use her for his pleasure to stay? But she did because she couldn’t stop thinking of her mother no matter how hard she tried to suppress the memories. A woman who had been beautiful and healthy had succumbed to sickness and a broken heart that which had indeed ended her when the man who she had once loved abandoned her and their daughter with nothing and never once to be seen again. Nadine had taken care and watched a happy soul wither slowly and die until nothing was left except for sickly shell of a body. Tears brimmed in her eyes. Oh, how she ached with pain and anger toward the wretched man of a father. Oh, how she hurt so badly for losing the only family she had.
“Please…please if you even care just a little. Stay” Nadine begged, holding tight, fingers digging into his sides. She pleaded with a choke. “Take this pain away. I beg you please.”
Nikolas’s heart broke. His eyes searched inside hers intently before grabbing her neck and crashing his lips to hers. Nadine opened, needing to pass the tormenting emotions into the kiss desperately. She crawled onto his lap, hands in his hair as she returned his feverous kisses with her own. His hands roamed over her body uncoordinatedly, grabbing at every part of her he could hold. She welcomed his jerky and eager movements into her body. If using the job, she abhorred and forever left her feeling soiled would quiet her mind and numb heart and everything just for a while, so be it.
Chapter Seven
Murisa Kingdom
Latrell Town
Her chest rose and fell with each inhale of smoke that loomed in the air. The stench of burning flesh and wood filled her nose while the constant clash of sword against sword assaulted her ears. Nara moved her right foot in front of the other, fingers gripping tightly the two short swords in her hands each directed towards the two-armed enemies. They circled her like hungry wolves. Her eyes narrowed deadly on the foes, mirroring the rage inside of her.
Why the sudden attack from Kalil soldiers? Nara tried to understand.
The utter shock that had paralysed her for a moment when she’d witnessed a Kalil warrior thrust his sword into a horrified Murisa woman still cut through the varied emotions she was feeling. The day had taken a turn that hadn’t been expecting. Nara had woken with the sun in the morning as it cast downlight and brighten the sky. Thoughts of going home were the only thing that had been on her mind and heart the whole night before. She missed her family after being gone for over four months carrying out the king’s orders. The king had instructed small towns in the south near the borders of Lake Azum which separated them from the Kalil Kingdom should have a conventional garrison with trained warriors of their own after dragged out demands and persistence of the towns folks. The towns had voiced that the nearest military post was almost a day’s journey depending on the seasons. The long distance stood as a problem when folks couldn’t call out for help when their properties, farms got pillaged and livestock stolen by rustlers. These aggressive acts commonly occurred during the end of the year when people drunk from endless celebrations and offerings to gods they no longer believed but still followed the traditions.
Now all that filled her was anger, it pounded her blood and hungered for retribution.
“I shall have your head!” the man growled in Nyr, the standard language commonly used by most humans as he drew a step near to her. He was heavy in size, armed in solid black armour from head to foot except for the poor greaves which exposed his calves. He held a shield with an axe and a grim expression on his sweat-dirt face.
Nara took a discretely step backwards keeping the two within eyesight. Overhead them, the overshadowed blazing sun slithered through thick dark clouds of smoke and scorched her bare face. Her eyes strained as they fought the dizziness threatening to plunge her into darkness.
I should end this quickly before I end up dead instead. The cause of death would not be slaughtered by the two foes circling her like a wounded rabbit but the bloody sun and constricting pain in her belly! It must be the bread I ate this morning. Gosh! The food had looked a bit and tasted funny too, but she had been too hungry to care.
She wasn’t going to let them have her. We couldn’t have that now, can we? It would not be so honourable if she were to die today in such state. A famous warrior like her shouldn’t meet the end of a sword like this. It would be a disgrace to the army.
Beads of sweat itched down her temples.
Nara sized up the two and noticed the female soldier stood a few steps behind the huge man, a mace gripped tightly in her hands as she glowered back at her with eyes promising brutality. Finally! She knew who she had to tackle first, but she still needed a strategy to take down the big man. Her gaze slid down to the huge man’s feet. He stood with his knees slightly bent and feet apart ready to charge like a bull. And it was all Nara needed to lunge forward and take the big man by surprise.
Space wasn’t enough for her to slide in comfortably, but it had to do. Nara sprinted, twisting her shapely firm body onto her side to fit the small space, and slid down between his legs, slicing his shins and calves deep and brutally with quick flicks of her wrists. The man howled and fell to his knees, bleeding profusely.
Instantly, Nara pushed upward on her elbows and tried to get back up to her feet but was held midway when a sharp pain spread over her scalp. There was an intense, painful tug on her hair like it was being torn from the roots.