This choice: One of the Others speaks. • Go Back... “What is that sound?” wondered Jared. A terrible sound surrounded them. It was as if thousands of venomous snakes with their heads recoiled, hissed at them; maybe preparing to strike at the same time, anytime. With the corner of the eyes he scanned the vast expanses of nothingness surrounding them. Not even a plant, leave alone an animal, was anywhere in sight. He wanted to survey more of a land around them but he soon sensed that sound was coming from something in front of them. It soon dawned upon him -
“It’s them? It IS them!” Jared eyebrows went up in acknowledgement of the fact it was the breathing of The Others which was causing this ghastly wheezing, hissing sound! The hair on the back of his neck stood up as he realized the fact although The Others stood some ten feet away from where AJred waxs but he could still hear each and every breath so clearly.
W-w-w-h-h-hh-hhh-e-e-e-e-z-z-z-z . H-i-s-s-s-s-s-s-s.
It sounded so death like. Jared was stunned but not afraid by any stretch of imagination. He looked straight into the Other’s eyes – those cold blue pupils, cracked at the ends and red veins zigzagging in them, as if ready to burst - but didn’t bat an eyelid and instead stared even harder. His fists were clenched and head upright. His muscular strong trunk like legs were tightened - not stiff just ready - to jump into the action if need arose. The gentle, cold breeze flowing under the blue, starry sky played with Jared’s mane and it flowed in the air, giving him a distinctive Samson appearance. He was ready for any mischief The Others may cause – well, almost ready – and all he needed was his thirsty Sword. He didn’t care about himself but he knew that he wasn’t alone in it. He had a responsibility of a partner who was possibly cursing him because it was he, Jared, who dragged Aris onto this adventure for which Aris was possibly not prepared to cope with.
“Ahh, my friend Aris,” - a mighty lump formed in his throat.
Jared turned his neck slightly – not much lest he might miss a view of The Others who looked posed for an attack -to look at Aris who was standing to his left. Aris’ pale eyes told the story of all the fears, all the brutality and all the savageness he was imagining at this point. His panic stricken yellow face shone even more under the moonlight and it went whiter with every passing moment. His lips shivered worse than a dry leaf in the autumn wind and his knees seemed like a mirage which could dissolve in the desert underneath them, without warning anytime now. It was if the shrillness from The Others’ eyes was impaling his soul, devouring it and ripping it out, one strand at a time – it is more painful that way.
Jared knew that he had to do something or the other else the anxiety of Aris would take over. As The others stood staring Jared and Aris, possibly trying to ascertain whom should they devour first, Jared parted his lips to say something. But The Others didn’t let him do it. The one in the middle said to them,
“Waskulyn Astrysda Ondro, va?”
Jared didn’t know what it meant. It was a question perhaps, going by the tone of it but there was no way to know it meant; well, apart from asking The Others themselves and that is what precisely Jared did-
“Who are you?”
The Others looked at each other as if to mock Jared’s innocence and foolhardiness.
The one standing in the middle looked at the one standing to the right of him and planted his sharp, long, red stained silvery nail to his chest.
The Right one opened his narrow mouth and hissed,
“What makes you two scum to flow into the Forest of the Doom?”
“W-we c-c-came b-b-y m-mist-t-ake,” Aris jumped into say what had been building up in his head for so long, “w-w-w-we l-l-l-lost our way, M-m-m-aster.”
“Odoruska spezel vascianto, ni!” It was not a voice but a dozen thunderclaps disguised as chatter which spoke this time.
It was the Left most being who had spoken and his eyes looked full of hatred and disgust; hell bent on destruction. Without losing a moment, he flexed his long sinewy limbs and placed it on Aris’ skull and began to crush it with all his force.
Jared flung himself at Aris’ tormenter and swished a violent kick at his chest. The beast in the Left didn’t move an inch. Jared got up and placed a kick at the knee joint this time. No effect. Jared flung himself again to plant a kick at those sinewy limbs. It worked - not the way he expected it to –but he knew it had an effect because he saw Aris lying on the floor, still and possibly unconscious. But in this process his own foot had went through the nerve and tissues in those limbs of the monster and got strangled in it.
As the attacked Blue creature writhed in pain, the other two beasts now came towards Jared; one of them placed his dagger like nails on the windpipe of Jared who was still trying to punch and kick his way through the mess. It wasn’t working and worse enough, the chances of it working was decreasing with every passing moment, as the sharp nail cut through the thin skin of the neck and into his windpipe. Jared’s eyes were losing the battle but his soul wasn’t. Just then, he heard somebody apart from The Others speak their language.
The voice said –
“Unuendo Masterss. Unuendo dees ta moment.”
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