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Bastileborn Ch 05

Bastileborn Ch 05

by chloehunt
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Chaos

As the morning sun peeked over the Daylith mountains, a strange rumble echoed through the stones of the palace. The rumble continued down into the city. The citizens grew anxious as the small earthquake clattered their pots and pans and shook the glass in their window frames. When the rumbling finally subsided, a new noise could be heard across the city.

"What's that roar? Is it wind?" people murmured in confusion.

Twenty minutes later, the river that ran through the center of the city from the gorge began to recede. Then a frantic call rang out over the docks.

"TIDAL WAVE FROM THE GORGE!" screamed an old captain as he abandoned his ship and ran up the dock.

Panic erupted along the river as a ten-foot wave tore ships from their mooring and tossed them like toys downstream. Citizens scrambled for higher ground as water flooded the streets and seeped into their homes.

The palace guards watched in disbelief as the volume of the waterfall tripled in a matter of seconds. The roar of the water shooting out of the mountain cave made the lower corridors of the palace rumble like a herd of cattle was charging down the halls. Water quickly breached the flood markers in the gorge, sending everyone in search of higher ground.

Dienon raced with Irena through the lower corridors of the palace, alerting everyone to an emergency evacuation. Jamal and Tabitha hurried out of the slave quarters with Cindy. The courtyard on the south wall had a small road leading out of the gorge. Everyone was staring down at the chaos in the city as they hurried along. The river was already twice its normal size as it began swallowing up houses.

"I hope Rana made it out of the tunnels safely," Tabitha whispered as she hurried along behind Jamal.

"She's a warrior at heart. She'll be fine," Jamal assured her.

Dienon had sent every able-body guard out of the palace to assist the thousands of displaced citizens on the gorge wall. Irena made sure the lower slave quarters had been evacuated before she joined Dienon in the maintenance hall. They waited anxiously for Rana to return after she started the flood.

"Dienon, we need to be going soon. The people need to see you making a fuss over their safety," Irena said urgently.

"A few more minutes. I want an update from Rana to make sure the palace foundation is safe."

A few seconds later, they heard the distinctive thump of Rana's metal leg as she ran up the main tunnel. Rana appeared around the corner, dripping wet and scraped up rather severely.

"Rana! Thank the gods! Are you hurt?" Irena cried as she rushed to help her.

"I'm fine, Irena. I was swept away in the flood after I broke the wall. I had to find my way back through a different tunnel," she explained as she leaned against the wall to catch her breath.

"Do you need anything before we leave? You can have cake if you want," Dienon said with a smile.

"No, thanks. Before we go, I would like to discuss something with you, Master Dienon," she said as she straightened up and wiped the blood and water from her face.

"Please, speak your mind."

"When your father returns to find the city in shambles, what do you think he will do first? What is the most valuable thing here he would want to check on?" she asked.

"I would think... my mother."

"That's what I was thinking too. He will go to check on her in the spiral tower," she whispered as she stared across the hall in thought.

"What are you planning, Rana?" Irena asked impatiently. The continuous roar of the water resonating through the stone floor was making her anxious.

"You two, come with me. I have a plan," Rana said as she waved for them to follow her up into the palace.

Tabitha and Jamal were growing anxious as they waited on the gorge wall for Dienon, Irena, and Rana to make an appearance. They were already an hour late. The Shadow Guards were in position, waiting to ambush the palace guards.

Suddenly, a small explosion echoed over the gorge and caught everyone's attention. They turned back to the palace to see the top of the spiral tower on fire. All the guards rushed to the edge of the gorge to stare in disbelief. Smoke was billowing up from the tower's roof as stones and clay shingles crashed down to the towers below it.

"By the gods! What is happening to Daylith? Why is everything falling apart?" cried one of the guards.

"The wicked deeds of your king brought this upon Daylith!" Tabitha cried as she motion for the Shadow Guards to charge the men. One by one, they were overrun and pushed into the gorge.

"Ready your chutes. The rear guards will be here soon!" Tabitha called as thirty Shadow Guards gathered on the edge of the cliff. They quickly unfurled the cloth of their backpacks.

They all took running jumps off the cliff down into the gorge, sailing on parachutes made of bed linens. Once the group safely reached the water, they swam for the flooded city.

Dienon and Irena arrived at the evacuation site an hour later. They acted shocked to hear that over thirty slaves escaped. Dienon went about meeting and comforting the displaced citizens. Irena stayed by his side and helped him welcome and greet the droves of people walking up from the city.

Tabitha and the Shadow Guards recovered a small two-mast merchant schooner from the destroyed docks. Night was falling when they set sail for the Gulf of Leeriod. Tabitha's mind had turned to aiding Luria against Brimsly. She wanted to return to Lacustrine, but first, they planned to visit the enchanting City of Leeriod. Jamal was convinced his sister, Queen Nadia, would aid Tabitha in her quest to reclaim the Swaying Valley.

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Across Luria, the human kings were preparing their troops to march south to aid the elves against Daylith. Sidian had reached them in time to warn them about Brimsly's invasion. King Gregory of North Luria was packed up and riding out on horseback with Prince Eric and his army when something shocking appeared in the skies over Avonstine Lake. Two massive golden dragons swooped in and began circling North City.

Gregory, Eric, and the North Lurian Army wondered why the magnificent creatures were there. Eric was hoping they came to assist them in some way. He liked dragons after meeting Sidian, but as they watched the creatures swoop down and blast gold fire across their farmlands, they realized something was terribly wrong.

"Father! What's happening? I thought dragons weren't allowed to attack humans anymore!" Eric cried.

"That's not the law, son. They're not allowed to kill royalty or actively engage in war, but they can terrorize and hinder humans all they want," he grumbled as he looked at his men. "Do NOT follow me!" he ordered before he excited his horse and charged towards the dragons.

"Father! Stop! Are you fucking insane?" Eric screamed as he turned his horse and raced after him.

Gregory charged into the field ahead of the fire, forcing the dragon to pull up suddenly to avoid hitting him. Dragons have keen eyes in war form. They knew by his armor that he was the king of North Luria.

"I demand a word with you, scoundrels!" Gregory screamed, prompting one of the dragons to land close by.

The ground trembled as it landed and began stalking towards Gregory. His horse was almost in a panic as the monster approached them, but many calming words from his master rallied the poor beast's courage.

"What do you want, King Gregory?" the dragon announced in a startling loud voice.

The sound of it made Eric's horse stop short, almost throwing him from the saddle. He couldn't make it move after that.

"Who are you? Why are you attacking our livelihood? Who sent you?" Gregory demanded.

"We are Brass Dragon Guards of the Living Mountain. We were sent by King Faddon to hinder the human war. We are breaking no laws," he said plainly before he took flight again to join his fellow brass dragon in the sky.

"That fucking bastard! He's aiding Brimsly by hindering us!" Gregory screamed as he watched the dragons swoop down over the village and begin setting rooftops on fire.

Eric was able to get his horse to move once the dragon flew off. He hurried over to his father to watch the destruction.

"What the hell? What are they doing?" the prince asked in astonishment as he watched the dragons dip into the lake and collect large mouthfuls of water.

They flew back over the village and doused the fires they had started. Then they collected more water and began dropping it on citizens as they fled in terror from their partially burned homes. Eric watched in astonishment as one of the dragons swooped down and picked up four horses still attached to a wagon. It carried them over the lake and dropped them into it.

"By the gods..." Gregory groaned as he watched the beasts wreak havoc across the city.

"What should we do, father? They're not killing anyone. Should we just take the troops and leave?" Eric asked worriedly.

"We can try," he said as he motioned for his troops to continue down the road.

The dragons noticed their attempt to leave and quickly intervened. They flew off into the forest for a moment. When they came back, they were carrying two ancient conifers with ten-foot-wide trunks. They dropped the massive trees across the road.

"What the fuck?" Gregory growled as the dragons continued to collect and drop trees until they completely blocked the army's path.

"We can't keep up with them!" Eric yelled. "By the time we cut our way through, they will have dropped twenty more trees!"

"This is terrible... the elves are as good as dead if this is happening all across Luria," Gregory said as he watched the dragons return to the city to continue terrorizing the humans.

West Luria and Talfane were facing the same problems. Brass Dragon Guards had been sent to every human kingdom to hinder any potential aid for the elves.

Siege on Carus

Brimsly sat comfortably in his luxurious royal tent behind his mass of troops as they surrounded the beautiful elven city of Carus. The elves were holding their ground inside the city walls. Brimsly was prepared to starve the elves out if needed. Thanks to the dragon king's aid, he didn't have to fear immediate retaliation from Luria. Carus would surely be his in a few weeks, and from there, nothing would stop him from conquering the north. He could already see himself as the high king of Bastileborn.

Knox was nervous as he marched close to the city walls with his squad of messengers. There were hundreds of elven archers lined up behind rows of metal shields along the top of the twenty-foot walls. The white granite stones shimmered in the midday sun. It was an understatement to say it was intimidating. The spiral armor wouldn't last too much longer. Knox needed to make his escape in the next two days or risk dying by a Carus arrow.

One of Brimsly's personal messengers ran up from the back ranks and approached an officer. Knox ran over to hear the message as well. The Daylith archers on the south side were ordered to initiate the first attack. Brimsly was itching to test the new armor. Knox cursed and ran off to alert the surrounding troops about the order. Things could turn to insanity in a heartbeat during a first attack. The elves were watching the human messengers on the ground. They knew they were about to act.

The instant the Daylith archers raised their bows, Carus battle horns began blowing from the walls, echoing throughout the city. Knox ducked behind a tree with two other messengers to watch the action. Daylith archers began peppering the south wall. The Carus archers had no problems deflecting the arrows with their wall-mounted shields. Each shield had the Carus archer symbol emblazoned on the front. It was a simple arrow pointing up with a distinctive Carus longbow laid over it. The high elves were safely waiting behind them for the attack to cease.

As soon as the Daylith arrows subsided, the high elves launched their own terrifying barrage. Carus war-line archers could mow down a small army in a matter of seconds. Knox's heart was pounding in terror at the sound and sight of the black cloud of arrows raining down into the front ranks. The soldiers had ducked under their shields. The special spiral chain mail had been layered over the shields for extra protection. To everyone's amazement, not one Daylith soldier was killed during the barrage. Rana's armor had proven effective, just like she promised. Thus it would definitely fail in the next few days, just like she promised.

The Daylith soldiers were laughing and mocking the elves after that miraculous event. The battlefield was becoming disorderly in the midst of the celebration. It was an excellent opportunity to slip away. Knox stepped out from behind the tree and scanned the white wall. There was a stone hut next to the iron gate where the south road led into the city. That would be a perfect place to shelter against the Daylith ground troops once they realized he was escaping.

He gulped and stuck his hand under his breastplate and took hold of the brilliant white and gold flag Rana had given him. He planned to pull it out and wave it over his head as he ran towards the wall, signaling to the elves that he planned to surrender. He took a deep breath to collect his nerves and started to step forward, but someone grabbed his arm and stopped him. He looked to his left and met the eyes of Brimsly's personal messenger. The grim man had a permanent scowl on his wrinkled face. He looked like a bulldog under the raised visor of his helmet.

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"Who are you, soldier?" he demanded. "I've never seen you before now. Why were you gazing at the wall? You should be reporting to the back ranks already."

"Sorry, sir," Knox said and quickly pulled his hand out of his armor. "I was just reeling after that counterattack. It's not everyday you survive a Carus arrow barrage," he said with a relieved smile.

He watched as the man's eyes darted to his chest.

"What the fuck is that?" he growled as he reached over and grabbed the edge of the white and gold flag peeking out of Knox's armor. He pulled it free and looked at it with his scowl growing more pronounced.

"Fuck," Knox breathed.

In an instant of panic, Knox snatched the flag away from the man and sprinted for the wall. He was halfway between the wall and the Daylith front ranks when someone tackled him from behind, sending him and his attacker rolling across the ground. Knox was winded after the impact. It took him a few seconds to stagger off the ground, and in that short amount of time, his attacker had recovered himself. He pounced on Knox again, sending him back to the ground. Knox looked up to see the bulldog-faced messenger kneeling over him. He was shocked the old man had been able to chase him down. He drew back and punched Knox hard across the face.

Lights were flashing in Knox's eyes as he tried to shield his face from the man's fists. He managed to grab his wrists, allowing him to sit up. He slammed his forehead into the man's chin. It sent him reeling back. Knox groaned and hurried off the ground. The old man was right behind him. Knox let out a roar and tackled him like a mad man. He pinned him on the ground and plowed his fist into the old man's throat until he felt something pop. He wouldn't be getting up after that blow.

"How can anyone serve Brimsly with that much enthusiasm?" Knox spat as he wiped the blood out of his eyes and staggered back to his feet.

More men were running towards him from the ranks at that point. He quickly recovered his flag and ran towards the wall. Blood was pouring into his eyes, and he could already feel welts swelling on his face. He stumbled into the little gatehouse and pounded on the door that led into the wall. He was praying the elves would let him in before the Daylith soldiers retrieved him. The painful pounding in his head coincided with his pulse. He could feel himself on the edge of blacking out as he leaned tiredly against the iron door. He thought he heard a clank and started to straighten up. An instant later, he was falling. The world went black after that.

Knox woke with a groan to someone dabbing blood out of his eyes. His head was throbbing, and his wounds were burning. He was lying on his back on what felt like a cot. He raised his hand in an attempt to rub his swollen eyes, but someone grabbed his arm and stopped him.

"Whoa there, lad. Don't touch yer face. It's a bit messy at the moment. Let me finish this last stitch," ordered an older woman in a thick northern accent.

"Where am I?" Knox groaned as he struggled to focus on the dark shadow leaning over him.

"Yer in the Carus infirmary. The guards collected ya from the gatehouse before yer comrades could," she said as she dabbed something on the wound over his eyes that burned so badly he gasped. "Sorry, lad. I'm almost done," she said in a soothing, motherly tone.

"I have to speak to the king. I'm a Shadow Guard of Daylith," he said and attempted to sit up.

"Whoa now, lad. Ya can get up when I say ya can get up," she grumbled as she pushed him back down with manly strength.

That's when Knox realized she was a dwarf. She reminded him of Cindy. He knew better than to test the temper of anyone from the northern clans.

"You must be a slave," he sighed tiredly.

"Aye, what about yerself?" she asked as she lay a cool cloth over his right eye. It was swollen shut.

"I was a slave. I sneaked into the ranks in hopes I could get a message to the elves."

"The king and his counselors are coming down to speak with ya. Just sit tight for a bit."

"What?" he gasped and shot up before she had a chance to stop him. Blood immediately dripped into his eyes again.

"Damn it, boy. Humans are damn near stubborn as goats," she grumbled as she quickly wiped the blood out of his eyes again.

Knox forced his left eye open in time to see an important-looking high elf with long dark hair enter the room. He looked way too young to be the elf king. He was flanked by two humans for some reason. At least, Knox assumed they were human. Their ears were short, but their faces were rather beautiful. The male had shiny black hair and bright blue eyes. The female had beautiful blond curls and an impish face. They looked like royalty. When the high elf approached him, Knox rallied his strength and forced himself to his feet.

"Your majesty," he announced and attempted to bow, but he lost his balance and staggered to the right. The black-haired man quickly grabbed him and helped him sit back down on the cot.

"Please rest, soldier," the high elf ordered as he looked him over.

Knox knew he was admiring Rana's spiraled chain-mail attached to his breastplate. It was an impressive bit of engineering.

"What's your name, soldier?" asked the black-haired man as he knelt beside his cot. "What area of the Shadow Guard do you serve?" he asked as he placed his hand on the side of Knox's head, making him wince. Everything hurt at that point.

"I'm Knox. I serve under Commander Rana of Daylith... what the devil?" he gasped when blue fire suddenly ignited in the man's eyes. It would have been horrifying if it weren't hypnotically beautiful.

"It's all right. Hold still for a moment," the man whispered.

Knox moaned as wonderful healing heat flowed out of the man's hand and into his head. It was the most relaxing thing he ever felt. It crept all down his body, washing away all his aches and pains.

"By the gods... that's wonderful," he whispered as the swelling around his eyes vanished, allowing everyone a better look at his handsome face. He could also see much better at that point.

"Thank you, Sidian," said the young high elf to the black-haired man. Then he turned his bright gray eyes on Knox. "Welcome to Carus, Knox. I am King Wesley Valimeer. What is it you wanted to tell me?"

"The spiral armor was sabotaged by Commander Rana. It will start to degrade within the next three days. If it rains, it will degrade even faster. Save your arrows until then. The soldiers will be sitting ducks."

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