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Leave this field empty. Download for offline reading highlight bookmark or take notes while you read lord Upload a Thing! Customize a Thing. Download All Files. Select a Collection. Save to Collection. Tip Designer. Share this thing. Send to Thingiverse user. Remixed from: Select a Collection. Apr 13, Print Settings. His eldest brother was probably aiming at the creature now, staring down the length of the arrow and holding steady for far too long, just as Tallos had instructed them not to do.
There was no questioning it, Arlik was a better shot than his two older brothers, always fairing best when they practiced.
Yet for some reason, Arlik had not been allowed to shoot a single time out of the past five attempts. Jarl had shot once, and John, of course, got the other four, claiming that—. The animal perked, his ears nearly touching the shaft of the almost-straight arrow, then fled.
It did not feel right to yell in these woods—to break the solemn quiet with boyish exclamations as his brothers liked to. John had done this before, more than once. And Jarl was of no use, just shrugging stupidly, which was all John needed to justify being the one to take the next shot yet again. The desire to be proven right began to wane in importance compared to the desire to not be lost and alone as night approached.
Arlik never felt so little as he did, when chasing after his brothers. It seemed their legs must have been twice his height to have climbed over the logs he was forced to crawl beneath, scratched by hooked branches and dampened by moss. The downed tree ahead of him had the unmistakable footmarks of one or both of his brothers, stamped into its punky surface, and Arlik decided he would not be crawling under this one.
He leapt into the air, his left knee high and bent in front of him. His foot made contact with the top of the lying giant, and for a moment he thought he might be able to get over the thing without aid of his hands, just as his brothers must have done. He was wrong. As he felt himself about to fall backward, he reached forward with his hands, digging his fingers into the soft, wet surface of the barkless tree side he had so desperately wished to only step upon. The cold and rotten wood quickly filled the gaps under his nails as his fingers continued through, pressing into some mushy, wriggling things—probably grubs—before he was able to pull himself up.
He had no time to gather any tasty grubs, however, as neither brother was in sight from the top of his perch. Worse yet, there was a significant drop off in front of him, and he had no time to climb down with caution.
Doing as his older brothers would have, Arlik jumped forward, readying himself for the impact with the rocky ground. He landed with his legs bent slightly, absorbing the brunt of the shock, but the loose stones shifted beneath him and sent him to a knee. When he saw his blood, he wanted to cry. A younger Arlik would have cried. It was the most mature thing he knew to say, said often by his father when angry at a nail that would not drive straight or some such. It gave him power, speaking those words and knowing that at eight years of age, he was nearing adulthood himself.
He pulled himself to his feet, ignoring the blood coming through the knee of his trousers, and set off again toward his brothers. With his head beginning to throb with worry, he alternated between frantic sprinting and quiet walking, in an attempt to relocate them. Somehow he felt he could see the light dimming, as if the Dawnstar was hurrying its retreat in an effort to leave him in darkness.
Arlik wasted no time getting to where the voice had come from, completely unaffected by its rudeness. He eventually found his two brothers at a familiar place. A chasm stretched out before them, where the jagged earth was split in two.
They were on the lower side, the other jutting upward a good two or three men in height. And between them and the wall of rock on the opposite side was a deep and narrow canyon that seemed to swallow all light. This spot was known well to the three of them, as it was the farthest north they had ever been willing to travel—alone or otherwise.
The relief of having found his brothers had already faded, replaced by the desire to convince them to start back home. The darkness would consume the three of them just as easily as it would Arlik by himself.
You need to go and get him. Arlik took a moment to decipher exactly what it was his brother was asking of him. There was a dead tree that spanned the narrow canyon—or rather the skeleton of one. The narrow end rested at their feet, and the giant trunk remained fixed at the top of the far side from where it looked to have fallen.
Arlik had no words. He felt his head shake in involuntary protest. Playing in the cold mud? Digging up little shit potatoes no bigger than your own teeny wanker? John made a show that he was not convinced.
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