The Gods of Garran by Meredith Skye

Author:Meredith Skye
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Science Fiction, Action & Adventure, Fiction
ISBN: 9781495296253
Publisher: Createspace
Published: 2014-01-27T17:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

The ravine was still. It was nearly dark.

Sindke and her clansmen secured their mounts.

"Watch the east," said Sindke to Rouvidinn. He nodded and beckoned two of the strangers to follow. Moorhen nodded to Draiha and Gudhel and they followed Rouvidinn.

They would help. It wouldn't be the end of his clansmen.

"The Red Sun Clan are not far," said Sindke. "Can he walk at all?"

"Not much," said Moorhen. "We've been walking almost two days without rest and little water."

"What happened?" asked Sindke.

Moorhen hesitated a moment. It was a shameful story. "Our clan is destroyed--the Sand Plain Clan. Our father, Ashtan, grew angry at the Chanden and, in league with the Upper Steppe and the Red Sun Clan he attacked Hobset--but the other clans betrayed us. Ashtan is dead and we are all that's left."

Sindke nodded. "This will not go well for any of us--this action was rash."

This Moorhen knew and he said nothing. His own silence an admission.

Just then Draiha called a warning and the Red Sun Clan was upon them. From the ravine, it was difficult to see all that happened.

Moorhen had picked up a Chanden laser from a fallen warrior in Hobset. Though he preferred his bow, the laser had a greater range. As the Red Sun Clan came over the ridge, Moorhen shot at them. But the weapon was odd in its aim and didn't balance the way he expected. He managed to wound one but now there was not time to switch to his bow. He stayed near Taglethe and Sindke to protect them, as did Crysethe. The battle did not go well but much better than it would have had the others not been with them.

Moorhen cursed as he saw Gudhel take a hit. He stuffed the gun in his satchel and drew his sword as three of the Sun Clan got over the ridge and came towards them. The one named Asta, a pale woman with delicate hair, raised an ooluk to take one on but another went after her as well.

Moorhen ran to her defense and fought the second clansman. Moorhen had done very little true fighting like this and was barely holding the man off when Asta finished her battle and came to his aid.

"Thank you," he said.

She scowled at him and continued on. She had a strange beauty to her; she looked the way he imagined one of the gods would look. He noticed her sword was a sacred relic with god-runes on it. That she dared to use it impressed him. Moreover, she was a half-garr, he was sure. She had a slightly foreign look.

Moorhen took on several of the Red Sun Clan, not at once. He managed to kill one and wound another. But he himself took a wound on his left arm.

Even the old woman fought with her long sword. And several of their fighters were seasoned warriors. So that even though the Red Sun Clan outnumbered them, they held their own.

Though the battle seemed long, it was soon over.

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