Godling (Kairenz Jistora Book 1) by Dusks Rydre

Author:Dusks, Rydre [Dusks, Rydre]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-03-19T23:00:00+00:00

"Crow, wake up."

I didn't want to wake up. The pain was there when I was conscious.

"Crow."

Remembering Rook, I snapped awake, groaning when the feeling swelled back into my knee, like the coldest ice and the hottest iron rod had been placed there at the same time. I wanted to whimper in agony and fall back asleep.

"C'mon, man, there's a town just up ahead. Please, for Sol's sake, tell me that's Agastay."

I opened my eyes, discovering that Rook sat behind me, and I sat on the back of something clunky and metal. I straightened as much as I could, using his lap for support. We rode on the back of the hound that Rook had damaged. Rook leaned inward, his right arm over my shoulder and his fingers on the snout of the robot. It seemed to follow wherever he moved its head. I looked to where he'd mentioned there was a town and was relieved to see that he'd been right. That was most definitely Agastay. The Gasaidiatt covered the mountains just a distance away.

"That's Agastay," I confirmed.

I was deeply surprised that Rook had managed to pull me onto the back of the hound. Rook the Lucky, I thought with bitter humor. I, however, had not been so lucky. I knew I would live, but I wasn't so sure about my leg.

As Rook took the dog to the start of town, passersby took note of us immediately. A middle-aged woman busily walking into a small gift shop stopped dead in her tracks when she saw us, immediately exclaiming, "Oh my goodness, someone call the doctor!"

"You don't have a phone?" Rook asked her, sounding a bit breathless as he helped me off the back of the robot.

I limped over and leaned against the wall of the shop before fumbling for my own phone, but someone else who'd seen us was on it already, dialing a number and talking in swift New Soul. I dropped down into a sit as the store owner came out, having been informed of the commotion outside, and offered both Rook and I glasses of water.

"The doctor will have everything you two need," said the shopkeeper. "I'm sorry this is all I can give you right now."

"It's fine," I gasped, wiping my brow before finally getting a good look at my leg.

Most of it was shredded pant leg and gore. I saw a bit of off-white bone hanging loose in fragments though, dispersed among cloth and flesh. My shoulder wasn't nearly as bad, and barely hurt by now. But my knee looked beyond repair and felt attacked by the slightest sensation. From the pain of torture and poison just a few months ago, to a damaged leg and blood loss, I wasn't sure I'd survive much more of this treatment.

A couple of minutes later a single blue car drove up and stopped beside the store. The driver was quick to get out and address the situation, and his appearance shocked me.

He was in a printed tee and a pair of jeans, nothing signifying a doctor's appearance.

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