Brian Pratt - Fires of prophesy

James loses his grip and falls. Reaching out in panic, he tries to grab hold of one of the wooden planks of the bridge. He finally manages to stop his plummet ten feet further down as he catches hold of one of the planks that’s still attached securely to the rope. He holds on tight as the bridge slams into the side of the mountain and prays he doesn’t fall. Once the section of bridge he’s clinging to settles down, he looks up and sees Jiron looking down at him from the top, twenty feet away.

“Come on!” he yells. “Climb up, you can make it.”

James makes the mistake of looking down at the river far below. Panic overcomes him for a few seconds, causing him to hug the board in a death grip. The panic slowly subsides when he realizes he’s not going to immediately plummet to his death. After taking a couple deep breaths, he reaches up to grab the board above him and starts climbing up.

One by one, he climbs the boards on his way toward the top. Suddenly he hears one of the girls scream and looks up, but Jiron is no longer there. He continues climbing and when he is less than five feet from the top, a body flies over the edge and falls, narrowly missing him.

What the hell?

Climbing as fast as he can, he reaches the top only to find Jiron and Tinok standing shoulder to shoulder as they face three men with swords. Six men already lie dead on the ground. As James climbs over the top, another of the men falls to the ground as he holds his stomach where Jiron had sliced him open. Then in a flurry of motion, Jiron and Tinok each take out one of the remaining two.

Coming over to them, he asks, “Everyone okay?”

Jiron has a wound in his side oozing blood, other than that, its just minor scrapes and cuts. Delia comes and helps him to bind it, while James goes over to where Tinok is holding a coughing Cassie and asks, “Is she going to be okay?”

“I think so,” he replies. “She just needs to get the smoke out of her lungs.”

“What happened?” he asks, referring to the dead men.

“They came out of the trees just after the bridge broke,” he explains. “I think they were robbers, probably in the area and coming to see about the fire. When they saw us, they attacked without warning.”

At mention of the fire, they all look across the chasm at the roaring inferno consuming the road they just left. Some embers are being carried across the canyon, but are failing to start any fires.

“Let’s search them and see if they have anything we can use,” James says.

He and Jiron go about the task of searching the bodies, but only come up with a pouch for each of them and a belt knife. They also find some coins, though not nearly replacing the amount that is still within his backpack back in town.

By this time Cassie is doing better, just coughing a little bit. “Ready to go?” James asks as he comes over to her.

She nods her head yes and then gets up with Delia’s help. James and Jiron again take the lead as they continue to follow the narrow road through the forest. Behind them across the canyon, the fire still blazes with violent intensity. Even from this distance, they can feel the heat.

They follow the road as it twists and turns among the trees, continuing its way through the forest, leaving the canyon and the heat from the fire behind. They don’t travel very far before the road opens up to a clearing. Within the clearing they find two wagons as well as two men sitting on the ground next to a fire. Twelve horses are secured in a picket near them.

At their approach, one of the men turns toward their way and begins to say, “Herec, what did you…?” He stops abruptly when he sees them entering the clearing. Grabbing a crossbow sitting on the ground next to him, he hollers to his friend who grabs one as well. Without even a word of warning, he lets loose a bolt, taking James through the right shoulder, knocking him backward to the ground.

Knives flash as Jiron and Tinok advance upon the men. Cassie and Delia come to render what aid they can for James.

The second man, seeing Jiron and Tinok coming toward him, lets fly with his bolt but it goes wide, missing Tinok by scant inches. Drawing their swords, the men prepare to defend themselves.

Tinok closes with the first man, while Jiron goes after the second. Knives dance as they parry the sword thrusts, but the men are no match for them and are soon lying on the ground, dead.

They come over to James where he’s lying on the ground, blood welling out from where the bolt had struck him. Jiron rolls him over slightly to look at his back and sees that it hasn’t gone all the way through. He looks in James’ eyes and says, “It’s got to come out.”

James just nods his head in understanding and braces himself.

“Hold him tight, Tinok,” Jiron says. Tinok comes and holds James firmly as Jiron grabs hold of the bolt. “Alright, on three, okay?” he asks James.

James nods his head again and braces for it.

“One…two…” and then he yanks it out, causing James to cry out in pain before passing out. Turning to Delia he says, “Look through the wagons and see if there is anything we can use for bandages.”

She rushes over to the wagons and then comes back with a couple of shirts that she quickly tears into strips. Jiron takes them from her and uses them to bind James’ wound.

“We camp here for the night,” he says. “Tinok, find some wood to keep the fire going until dawn. Cassie, search the wagons for any food and drink.” Turning to Delia he says, “You stay here with James, I’m going to scout a little further down the trail to see what’s there. I’ll be back shortly.”

Getting up he hollers over to Tinok who’s gathering wood, “I’ll be back shortly.”

“Be careful,” he hollers back.

Turning toward the east, he breaks into a quick jog which soon has him disappearing down the road.

When he returns, he finds James awake and having a meal of trail rations that Cassie had found in one of the wagons. “How do you feel?” he asks.

“Shoulder hurts bad,” he says. “I can barely move my right arm.”

“At least you’re alive,” Jiron says.

“There is that,” he agrees.

“There’s nothing down the road for a while but more trees,” Jiron says as he sits on the ground next to him. Seeing a pile of papers on the ground near James he asks, “What’s that?”

“Had Tinok search the wagons and he found bills of sales and contracts,” he explains. “Seems we ran across some smugglers, at least I think they were. No honorable trader would’ve attacked us like that.” He holds one up and says, “This one here is for a shipment of…, I’m not exactly sure what it is, to a man in Korazan.”

“Korazan?” Jiron asks excitedly.

“Yeah,” James replies, “seems we caught a break on that one.” He holds up another paper and says, “This one is in a language that I can’t read, but it has what looks to be an official seal here at the bottom. I’m hoping it’s a letter allowing us to travel through the Empire, though we won’t know until we put it to the test.”

“If you’re wrong, it could be bad,” he says.

“Probably,” he agrees, “but we don’t have much choice.”

“So we’re going to pretend to be those guys there?” he asks, pointing to the two stiffs lying off in the woods.

“That’s the plan,” he replies. “Oh, we found a chest filled with gold and some gems. So things are looking better.”

“We probably should stay here until tomorrow,” James tells him, “give me a chance to heal and everyone could use the rest. Then we’ll push on down the road and see just where it leads.”

While they take their ease, Tinok comes over to him and asks, “You didn’t get all weak and tired like you did the last time you did magic. Why not?”