Chapter 14: The Woodlands Pt2

The men let out heavy pants that formed most before them as they run through the woods that were barely surviving this winter.

As their legs were about to give up, One of the men noticed a fire some distance with two men seating around it seemingly to engrossed in what they were eating to take notice of them.

The two men shared a look before they shared a look of understanding signalling the rest of conversation so as not to alert the duo before the flames.

The two totally unaware of the flock of Ravens who silently observed them from above. Pulling out their battered weapons they continued to draw closer sticking to the trees in an attempt to further hide their presence.

But just when they drew close on the duo one of them turned to face them allowing them to take in the appearance of the man who looked no older than eight ten name days. The sides of his head shaved with his dirty blonde braids reaching down to his shoulders.

What attracted them though was his eyes, his brown eyes that stared at them emotionlessly. His look held their attention for a whole moment allowing for Lothor and Benjen to appear behind them and take them down.

Lothor sending his axe into the back off one of the men's knees dropping him, before following up with his axe to guys throat.

The other man was brought down in a more simple and brutish manner, with Benjen pressing on both his shoulders with his arms until he fell to his knees with an audible snap.

At this point the two men were quick to realize they had fallen into a trap. Arthor now on his feet walked to the two men resting his hand on the pommel of his sword which rested at his side.

"Who are you?" Arthor questioned the men but they held their tongue refusing to utter a word. Arthor seeing this simply took in their appearance, seeing the blood that had yet to dry on their bodies he moved his eyes to Lothor.

"Help him loosen his lips" Lothor had a wide grin before moving his axe away from the guy's throat, confusing the man. The confusion soon disappeared and turned to a mixture of fear and anger as he let out screams of pain, Lothor had ripped the side of his mouth open with his axe .

Hearing his screams and curses, Arthor calmly spoke up "so you talk".

The man who had a side of his face opened up glared at Arthor, "who are you and why are you here?" Arthor asked once more in the same calm tone completely unfazed by the glares the two men sent his way.

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The man parted his lips ready to curse when he took notice of the unnatural amount of Ravens surrounding himself, with their eyes totally focused on him and his partner.

Looking into their eyes the courage he had built up drifted away like the wind, "wargs" his partner muttered out after finally when they recognized the unnerving feeling in those eyes.

The two assumed there was more than one warg as they had yet to hear of a warg who could control such a large amount of Ravens on their lonesome.

Moving their eyes away from the Ravens back to Arthor who stood before in the same posture, the sparks of defiance disappeared replaced with fear as well as the unmistakable look of defeat.

"We are survivors of a raid which occured at the beginning of the winter, We were lead into the woodlands by the warrior Harwood son of Torr, but we lost a battle against another tribe and we run."

The man gave a brief and concise explanation, but the brothers were focussed on something else entirely. "Father" Lothor was the first to speak.

Arthor had a look on disbelief in his eyes as well. He had asked Benjen earlier on about their father, Benjen had told him of how their brother had managed to hold the line and ordered for him to come back and help them escape when he realized their defeat was inevitable.

Arthor had always assumed he was dead all this time, but he just heard his name once again. The was a chance it was another man, after all the names Harwood and Torr were  quite common amongst the Skagossi.

But hope is such a funny thing, once man grabs a hold of it they refuse to let go no matter how faint said hope may be. "Where is this tribe located?" Arthor continued questioning his brothers all increasing the pressure the applied on the men.

The men with no hesitation proceeded to spill everything they knew about the tribe before Arthor took their heads off in one clean swipe whilst saying, "Skagos is no place for deserters".

After wiping the blood from his sword Arthor turned to look at his three remaining brothers who were all on their feet. "Let's go get father"

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