Chapter Eight: Questions

Staylec argued quietly with the girl as they walked. It was obvious he was not wining. Night was falling by the time he retreated into a resentful silence. Darrow yawned.
“Shouldn’t we find a place to settle in for a few hours?”

Staylec glared. “Why? So we can waist more time? We are safe, nothing would dare attack us and to add to that we are 3 thousand miles from the next nearest settlement, no one has any reason to be out here!”
The girl smiled, “If that were true then I wouldn’t have wasted my time to make the trip.” She turned to Darrow, “ You will need your rest, and tomorrow we climb. I have an old friend to see.”




Shouts echoed thru the night startling Darrow awake. Light filled their camp. Darrow tried to move but his hands and feet where bound, He was helpless.
“I think I see her!” Shouted a gruff voice. There was a pounding of feat, the snap of broken branches, and something else. Barely audible was the sound of humming. Something slammed into the back of Darrow’s head and he blacked out. The humming fallowed him into the darkness. He wasn’t sure if he was dreaming or not. He could see a floor and someone’s feet. Then he was in a bed and an old man was taking to him asking him questions he couldn’t remember the answers to. Sometimes it was just flashes of him in the room with the bed. At some point he started to regain real consciousness. The room he was in was large, ornate, and ugly if he were telling the truth.

A door on the other side of the room slide open and a large man entered and waddled across the floor.
“Good morning and how are we today, feeling better I think?”

“Where is the girl? I want to see her, where am I? Who are you?” Darrow felt a wave of dizzy ness as the man got closer he smelled like he was rotting.
The man inspected him, “Your friends abandoned you, you are safe now, I am..” His voice trailed off and he smiled showing his black rotting teeth, “your friend.” He chuckled to himself and turned to head back through the door.