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The Menyarian Project
Second: Straight-Shot
PHOENYX:
Screams pierce through my ears on my way to check my traps. Screams that are very near. They are obviously female, but there are screeches that accompany her cries. I know that sound anywhere. It's the laughter of the Morthearok.
I draw an arrow from my quiver and nock it on my polished recurve longbow, and I hide behind a boulder. It's not like they can see me, for it's always dark in Menyaria. All is quiet as I listen closely. One of the creatures screeches again, and I aim toward the sound, pulling the string until the arrow's feather touches my cheek. One more shriek, and I adjust my aim slightly, letting loose the arrow. Before it hits the mark, I've already nocked and loosed another arrow.
Two solid thunks tell me I've hit my target. Another screech tells me there's still one more. Adjusting my aim again, I let loose another volley of arrows, satisfied at the sound of my enemy's death.
A bloodcurdling scream fills the air - the girl doesn't stop screaming until I hear the last Morthearok screech softly and bury two arrows into it. I hear two bodies thump to the ground - one the Morthearok's, and the other must be the girl's. A crack resounds as I realize that she landed on one of my traps.
"No!" I cry, and rush toward the trap just as the sound of the rock hitting the bottom of the pit reaches my ears. I mutter a curse, realizing that the fall could have killed her. I feel for the rope ladder, but as soon as I touch it, my body explodes in pain. My head begins to swim, and I soon forget who I am. All I feel is the rush of air as I fall.
Screams pierce through my ears on my way to check my traps. Screams that are very near. They are obviously female, but there are screeches that accompany her cries. I know that sound anywhere. It's the laughter of the Morthearok.
I draw an arrow from my quiver and nock it on my polished recurve longbow, and I hide behind a boulder. It's not like they can see me, for it's always dark in Menyaria. All is quiet as I listen closely. One of the creatures screeches again, and I aim toward the sound, pulling the string until the arrow's feather touches my cheek. One more shriek, and I adjust my aim slightly, letting loose the arrow. Before it hits the mark, I've already nocked and loosed another arrow.
Two solid thunks tell me I've hit my target. Another screech tells me there's still one more. Adjusting my aim again, I let loose another volley of arrows, satisfied at the sound of my enemy's death.
A bloodcurdling scream fills the air - the girl doesn't stop screaming until I hear the last Morthearok screech softly and bury two arrows into it. I hear two bodies thump to the ground - one the Morthearok's, and the other must be the girl's. A crack resounds as I realize that she landed on one of my traps.
"No!" I cry, and rush toward the trap just as the sound of the rock hitting the bottom of the pit reaches my ears. I mutter a curse, realizing that the fall could have killed her. I feel for the rope ladder, but as soon as I touch it, my body explodes in pain. My head begins to swim, and I soon forget who I am. All I feel is the rush of air as I fall.
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REALLY short chapter. But you get to meet a new character!! TRANSLATIONS: Morthearok = Feared Evil Wings (the creatures)