Chapter IV: Forgotten Sands
"Ask, and it shall be given to you;
seek, and you shall find;
knock, and it shall be opened to you."
- Matthew 7:7 (The Bible)
She remembered Ridge from her childhood. At least the harbor. The seagulls circling low, preying on the fish under the surface of the blue sea. Ships moving in and out of the port. The scent of salt in the air. It seemed so long ago, as if in another life, which was true in a sense. Nothing had been the same since the day she swore allegiance to Ilhirel. She could never forget that day; herself kneeling by the body of her life-long friend, the Sorceress towering above her with a cunning smile, and those words: 'It is now that your life truly begins.' By the Maker, so it did. And in her three years of service, she had never failed her mistress. Until recently.
Today was the fifth day of her pursuit against the company that eluded her in Aboran. Clueless, she had no choice but to have the entire length of the coastline searched and hope for the best. She was nervous from the beginning, when she left Alicante, having been disciplined by her mistress. So of course that she was on the edge when, four days later, she still had absolutely nothing to show for her efforts, and by then the trail had gone dangerously cold. She failed the most important task she was ever given - and kept failing it - and the fear of what Ilhirel would do to her was becoming unbearable. She had just walked into Ridge's Justice Square that was teeming with soldiers; some local, others part of the regiment she brought along. One of the shadow elf knights approached her with a purpose in her steps.
Mustering her courage, the elven knight saluted and spoke. "General Shadowleaf, the whole town is suspiciously quiet, but I have found someone with information matching your description." Seeing her superior's face light up, the knight immediately signaled two other soldiers to bring forth the witness that was waiting aside. "Tell the general what you know, prosecutor."
The human stepped forth and mumbled something about respect and honor, when Niara hissed at him, telling him to spill it out already. He did. "M-my name is Thorne. I am a local prosecutor." Seeing the general's impatient expression, he quickly added: "I-I heard you were looking for a particular group of people. A human girl, a pair of shadow elves and another human."
"That only partially matches the description. Was there a dwarf? A drakkar?" Niara asked. Her initial interest was waning quickly, and this was starting to look like a waste of time.
"A d-dwarf? No, I don't think so." blurted Thorne. "There might have been a drakkar at the end of the trial, yesterday, I think. But -"
"Tell the general the rest, now!" the knight interrupted him, reading Niara's face.
"I-I did a ch-check on them - asked around. They were strangers, arrived to Ridge five days ago by ship from the west, a rather colorful group, immediately taking an interest in the ongoing murder trial." the prosecutor looked relieved when he saw a hint of a positive reaction.
"And where are they now?"
"They left Ridge yesterday, early, heading down the road east, I think." said Thorne.
"That must be them, general." said the elven knight. "The description is a close match, and they arrived here one day after the incident in Aboran, by ship from the right direction. I had men ask around the harbor, and despite the townsfolk not being particularly talkative I managed to get some answers. A few sailors confirmed seeing a similar group with the addition of a dwarf and a drakkar, as well as a third elf."
That was just what Niara needed to spring back to life. "Finally!" she exclaimed. "Assemble the troops in front of the East Gates! We're moving out as soon as -" But before the general got to finish that sentence, an arrow came flying out of nowhere and hit her right in the chest, and she went down on her knees without another word.
The knight swore and yelled: "Raise the alarm! The general's been hit! To arms!"
And Justice Square exploded into chaos.
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