Adiri, Chapter 3

Since I am bored out of my skull here, I will post the next chapter (which I wrote last night), then log off and implement the use ice cubes to stop my cerebellum from oozing out of my ears. G'bye.
PS. Danielle, I'll do your book covers after I leave here, then email them, that ok?
PPS. I GOT TO CHAPTER 3. OH YEAH!
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Anisocasi was no longer dead.The walls rang with shouts and wails. The air was ridden with smoke and soot. The glass still clutched in her hand, she ran to the door with her hand over her face. She was stumbling down the end of the hallway when the door at the end burst open.

In the doorway stood a common soldier. But his eyes sparked, his spear was wreathed in flame, spikes clung to his helmet. His armor was wrought with a savage dog, snarling at the sky. The enemy more perilous than death, or at least one of them.

But it was only an illusion. The soldier beheld her shredded clothes. He laughed and said in mocking tones, “You are no threat. I have found you. I know you are coming.” A mass of smoke entered and he disappeared, leaving an empty doorway behind him. Aretha cried and ran, towards the doorway into the open air.

Once she was outside, a hand grabbed her arm and she turned around, breathing heavily in the weak moonlight. “You made it out fine,” Cloithar said grimly. His forehead was burned. Behind him Mendas lay, still unconscious.

“He’ll be all right,” Cloithar muttered. “I’ll take him to see my- my grandmother. She’ll take care of him.”

“Cloithar, why-”

“I’ll tell you LATER. But first, we must take Mendas to Grandmother, and have food and water. I don’t think you’ve eaten in about twelve hours. Then you can ask me questions, and I can ask you questions, such as ‘why are you here’, and ‘how the Rivesivee you made such a disaster out of your second-best dress’.” Cloithar looked at her, and she could see some sort of faint sarcasm in him. She smiled. She had forgotten how much Cloithar could talk.