The Searchers by H. M. Clarke

Author:H. M. Clarke [Clarke, H. M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Psychic magician telepathic, Young adult children griffon gryphon journey, coming of age quest road trip, Epic Military battle army Series, shamon psionic Sword Sorcery magic, Dark Fantasy Novel cat furry, Dragon monster wizard
Publisher: H.M. Clarke
Published: 2018-01-27T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

Lost Friends

THE SUN WAS ONLY A fingers width above the mountains to the west when the Bareskins below called out to the rest of the group that dinner was ready.

Dearen could smell the thick, meaty aroma coming from the contents of the pot from where they sat perched on the cliff top. It smelt like a thick, hearty stew and Dearen’s mouth began to salivate. That pot smelt a lot better than the dry meat jerky that she and Hauga were looking forward to eating later that night.

‘Let’s make our move now while their attention is directed to filling their bellies.’

‘We’ll back away and then make our way north along the cliff.’

Dearen could see Hauga’s slight nod of acknowledgement in the last light of the day.

The two backed away a good distance from the edge of the cliff making sure that they could not be seen by those below and started to make their way north, following the cliff and the river.

Keeping their attention focused on the Bareskin camp below them, they had barely gone beyond the cliff overhanging the camp, when Dearen heard a loud shout of alarm.

Both she and Hauga stopped instantly. The shout came from not that far ahead of them.

‘Did you remember to count the people in camp?’

‘No.’

‘Neither did I.’

‘We forgot to keep track of where all their sentries were set.’

‘No use worrying about it now.’

Dearen still mentally kicked herself. It was such a trainee mistake.

‘Let us just try to get away. The cry might not be about us.’

Dearen gave Hauga a sharp look which she knew Hauga’s good low light vision could see.

‘It might not be.’

‘But most probably is,’ Dearen mentally mumbled.

Noise from moving men coming from the camp was getting louder. Through the trees near the edge of the cliff, Dearen could now see the man who called the alarm. He was the first man they had sighted coming through the trees earlier that day and now he stood holding a loaded long hunting bow aimed in their direction.

‘Do you see him?’ Dearen asked.

‘Yes I do,’ Hauga responded.

‘He can only hit one of us. Do you want to split apart? Or do you want to bull rush him?’

‘Split. He’ll see me as the bigger threat, the man will track me. It will give you the chance to jump him.’

‘Agreed. We’ll go on your mark Hauga.’

The whole conversation lasted less than a heartbeat and the two never took their eyes from the archer before them.

“Intruders on the cliff. Intruders! Come quickly,” the man was now shouting. If they were going to do something, they had better do it before the men in that camp got up here to the cliff face.

‘Go!’

Hauga’s voice had barely finished in her head before she was off and running. She broke to her left and ran in a curve leading towards the archer. Just as Hauga predicted, the man’s bow followed Hauga’s large form through the trees to Dearen’s right. His attention was away from her and she took advantage of it.

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