SilverBrand. Part 2.It was pitch black out when she awoke, skull thumping like a drum and body burning with agony. Her fingers tightened, feeling for her blanket, or tunic to curl her legs up inside, but she had no cover and her legs were aching and stiff, still wrapped in metal.Memories taunted her frightened mind, divulging only fragments as hot tears spread down her cheeks. Where was she? Somewhere in the ruins? Was she blind?! Cocooned in this metal trap? It felt heavy, her limbs seemed leaden, but eventually, painfully, she found the will to move her hands and feel the helmet. Still long and pointed, strange to the touch, but with small eyeholes. Too small. Too tight. Too cramped. She had to get it off!Wrenching it free proved to be as pleasant as pulling her own hair out, it was too tight, and she frantically fumbled around. Where was the clasp? The lock? She hadn’t put herself in this, it had been Hektor and no matter where, she could only feel metal shell and scales encasing her small form
SilverBrand. Part 1.The clamour of hooves on stone echoed through the valley like the footsteps of a giant. Quite how the old foul tempered mule could cause so much noise escaped Arcene, but she held her tongue from complaining. The rider she guided would only make more of a ruckus in telling her to be quiet, for his own crude humour more than anything.The girl breathed out and poked a wiry tendril of thorns out of the way with her crude walking stick, wary for loose stones under her sandals, a change in the winds, or the scuffling sounds of some beast or savage in the humid hills. The outlying hills of the Halberd range were a dangerous enough place for a youth like her, and they were already deep into the dry valleys. Tabitha had told her stories of these places- savage Wriggans who pulled travellers below, a Soradren knight with the pelt of a bear who patrolled ancient crumbling roads, or titanic giants who sat still so long that they were indistinguishable from hills.She glanced back at her patron.