The Death and Ressurection (Part I)
As much as I had wanted to explore and possibly kill something I did not want to die. My mentor had advised me that my lack of control, my rages as I liked to call them, would eventually cause me trouble. I was about to find out how much trouble he had meant. I looked behind me to see where Norewuil was and discovered that she was nowhere to be seen. I wanted to ask her if we could go forward today.
As I started to go and look for her I saw something out of the corner of my eye. It was a little man with red eyes and he was covered head to toe in armour. I had never seen this type of creature before; I was in shock: what was this thing? I had decided to approach it and talk to it but just as I got close I realized he was dragging something in a bag with him. I walked towards it and then I heard a muffled cry "Help me, please help me!" The sound was coming from the bag. I shouted at the little creature and he looked my way with a startled glance, for he had not seen me there. "What is in the bag my little friend" I asked sincerely. The little creature shouted at me in a language I had not heard before and then I was lying on my back in the frosty undergrowth.
I did not even know what had hit me, it must have been some kind of spell or curse. I quickly recovered and stood up only to see the little creature moving away at a faster pace. I had to see what was in that bag and if it needed help. I pulled my bow off of my back as I felt my axe would not fly straight and loosed a shot that quickly found its mark: the creature's hand.
The little beast dropped the sack and howled painfully, I used that moment to close the gap and was drawing my axe before it could knock me down again. I struck the beast upside the head with the flat side of my axe and dazed it momentarily. "Can you understand me?" I asked it but all I received was a dull murmur, and I guess I had hit it a little harder than I had thought. Instead of questioning it some more I decided to open the sack. Imagine my surprise when a small child jumped out of the bag and right into my arms."Please save me from the Dwarves! They want to kill me and I don't know why." The child broke down into sobs and laid her head across my chest. I felt a familiar feeling brewing in my gut. I started to see red, my pulse pounded and I was starting to lose control.
The Dwarf must have seen the change starting and knew that while I had the child he could escape and he started to run into the mountains. I had started to run before I realized I had a small child with me that could not be with me while I was killing these Dwarves. I put her down and showed her the little cottage we had been staying in and told her to run to there and find a small woman named Norewuil, she would protect her. Then I ran after the little Dwarf.
I finally found the tracks of the little Dwarf and started to follow them. I knew I should not be doing this but I had lost control and I had to feed my blood lust. These creatures harmed a child and I would not rest until I caught who was responsible for this. I saw the Dwarf and he was moving as fast as his little legs would carry him. I got within axe reach and swung with all of my might. My axe landed true and swiftly as I cut through its armour like a hot knife through butter. I had hit it in the chest and I screamed at it "where is your leader?" but the little Dwarf just laughed and with his dying breath he made an awful sound.
To be continued...
