Two Emons in a Forest
Stop that!” cried the Emon.
“What?” said the other one.
They stood in a blue glade in the forest of S’shidaor. The first one was taller than most Emons and had bright unnatural green eyes that glowed. She was fiercely angry with the second as he kept striking his blade against the trees. The blade sunk into the trees in turn and each time, a little of the indigo sap came out at them. By this time she had gotten to the drenched point and was far from a happy Emon.
“Quit hitting the trees!!! Do you want to just leave a trail so the Arenivs can find us?” she said.
“Sorry, Lisha”, he said sheathing his sappy sword.
Lisha stared back at him. The smaller Emon was intimidated by her and he shrank away from her. Dreshk was not at all happy to be on this task with her. He would rather be back at his home playing with the other young Emons.
She moved ahead and looked to either side of a tree. There were tracks to follow. Deep, furloughed tracks of heavy feet on short legs. She crouched down and sniffed at the moss on the tree. Dreshk sat on a stump. He really didn’t want to go after the Arenivs, better known as Black Dwarves. He did not like the taste of them like other Emons seem to. They thought Dwarf meat was quite a delicacy only because they had been forbidden to eat them for a long time. Now there was a certain kind, the Black race, that they could hunt and devour.
Lisha stood up and looked back witheringly at Dreshk. “If you didn’t want to come, you should have said something.” She said folding her arms in front of her.
“But I did, Lisha” he whined getting up off the stump.
She turned and began walking in the direction of the tracks. Dreshk's bright blue eyes widened in wonderment. He had never been this far into the woods. He had never been thought of as old enough. At least one thing will come out of this little day trip, he thought. They proceeded into an even deeper portion of the forest and the blue was beginning to look violet on certain trees. He looked up through the silver and blue leaves. The light was beginning to grow long. He did not want to still be up when the red sun came up and cast creepy, long shadows over the land. He was still afraid of that strange darkness.
Lisha froze ahead of him causing him to do likewise. She turned her head to the left and sniffed the air. Her keen hunting sense had lost the trail. Though she found this to be impossible, it was not too strange to other hunters. Dwarves were a tricky race native to the stones and rocks and therefore could cover their scent much more easily than other creatures, even Emons.
Dreshk sighed and started to look for a few fallen squirrels to chew on. Suddenly there came a sound in the underbrush. Lisha turned quickly to look back at him. Her eyes went black with surprise and Dreshk nearly fell to the ground with the sudden fear.
She drew her sword quickly and looked up at the branches. Dreshk grabbed the hilt of his sword. He had not wanted to come but now he would have the chance to sink his weapon into the living flesh of dwarf. It would not give. It was as if it was spot-welded to his sheath.
A dwarf flung himself down right on Lisha. She collapsed on the ground and grappled with him. Dreshk looked over and tried with all his might to get his sword out. What was wrong with it? He fell to the ground with a little thud as he lost his balance. There were two dwarves on him trying to hit him. Despite his lack of fighting experience, he was still able to evade getting seriously hard hits from female dwarves.
They set female dwarves on me? he thought. I’m insulted! He flew up into the tree as soon as he could escape their grasp. He crouched in the tree, his eyes now black except the slits of pupils. They were white with anger. He looked back down at the dwarves. They jumped up to a lower branch to try to climb to get him. He jumped to the next tree and tried to break off a branch of it. The dwarves pulled themselves up and were now ready to resume combat.
Dreshk broke off a good piece and held it in front of him like a sword. Then in Emonish said “Come and get me, girls!”
“So like an Emon. You think you are so brave and have no equal!!! You are a mere child!!!” replied the taller dwarf. She jumped across the expanse. Dreshk hit her in the head and she fell onto the branch below. Her companion jumped across and stood behind the young Emon and hit him with the elbow. He flinched and swung his makeshift weapon at her. She dodged and grabbed the branch and wrenched it from him.
“I will not go down by a piece of wood!!!” she cried.
“Well, then eat my blade” he said reaching to pull his sword out. But he had forgotten. The blade would not give. He felt the top of the sheath. The sap from the trees! How could he have been so dumb? The dwarf was having a very good laugh at this. The Emon narrowed his eyes at her and tried once more to pull the blade out. It finally gave and with one movement, managed to slice right into the dwarf.
She stopped laughing and looked at the sword in her stomach. Dreshk stared in surprise. Wow, I’m good, he thought. She then looked back at him.
“Oh Shit”, she said. “This sucks.”
She fell from the tree. Dead. Ew, he thought. He jumped down from the tree to the ground below and pulled his sword from her carcass. The other dwarf, unconscious, was still in the tree. He got back up and stabbed her through the heart. Then he pulled her down to lay on top of the other body. Dreshk then sniffed the air until he smelled Lisha.
He ran to where it was stronger in a small clearing they were dueling it out, hand to hand. Lisha’s sword rested near the trees but Dreshk, feeling cocky, ran up behind the dwarf and, before the two fighters knew anything, impaled the dwarf in the back. He slumped to the ground spitting up dwarven blood and sputtering for air. Dreshk pulled his blade out in a way so it caused even more damage to his body.
She stared at the dwarf as life seeped from him. “You moron!!!” she yelled at Dreshk. “I would have killed him”
She stalked over to the sword and picked it up. “Don’t ever kill another’s combatant, you hear me?”
“But what it he’d killed you?” he said worried.
“Then you could have avenged my death!” she spat.
“Oh. I hate this whole Emon code of fighting!!! Its all so stupid yet its supposed to be nobler somehow. Why can’t we just farm?” he said.
She looked at him suspiciously but just told him to bring the carcass. They took him to the other two and tied them all together. Then they began the long walk home to the village. Dreshk dragged them behind and Lisha took point.
“Farming…” she said disgusted. “What a terrible excuse for an existence”
He shrugged. “I think it sounds nice. All those plants. Lots of beans and rice. Maybe chickens!” he said grinning.
“Stop that!!!” she said.
“What?” said the other one.
They stood in a blue glade in the forest of S’shidaor. The first one was taller than most Emons and had bright unnatural green eyes that glowed. She was fiercely angry with the second as he kept striking his blade against the trees. The blade sunk into the trees in turn and each time, a little of the indigo sap came out at them. By this time she had gotten to the drenched point and was far from a happy Emon.
“Quit hitting the trees!!! Do you want to just leave a trail so the Arenivs can find us?” she said.
“Sorry, Lisha”, he said sheathing his sappy sword.
Lisha stared back at him. The smaller Emon was intimidated by her and he shrank away from her. Dreshk was not at all happy to be on this task with her. He would rather be back at his home playing with the other young Emons.
She moved ahead and looked to either side of a tree. There were tracks to follow. Deep, furloughed tracks of heavy feet on short legs. She crouched down and sniffed at the moss on the tree. Dreshk sat on a stump. He really didn’t want to go after the Arenivs, better known as Black Dwarves. He did not like the taste of them like other Emons seem to. They thought Dwarf meat was quite a delicacy only because they had been forbidden to eat them for a long time. Now there was a certain kind, the Black race, that they could hunt and devour.
Lisha stood up and looked back witheringly at Dreshk. “If you didn’t want to come, you should have said something.” She said folding her arms in front of her.
“But I did, Lisha” he whined getting up off the stump.
She turned and began walking in the direction of the tracks. Dreshk's bright blue eyes widened in wonderment. He had never been this far into the woods. He had never been thought of as old enough. At least one thing will come out of this little day trip, he thought. They proceeded into an even deeper portion of the forest and the blue was beginning to look violet on certain trees. He looked up through the silver and blue leaves. The light was beginning to grow long. He did not want to still be up when the red sun came up and cast creepy, long shadows over the land. He was still afraid of that strange darkness.
Lisha froze ahead of him causing him to do likewise. She turned her head to the left and sniffed the air. Her keen hunting sense had lost the trail. Though she found this to be impossible, it was not too strange to other hunters. Dwarves were a tricky race native to the stones and rocks and therefore could cover their scent much more easily than other creatures, even Emons.
Dreshk sighed and started to look for a few fallen squirrels to chew on. Suddenly there came a sound in the underbrush. Lisha turned quickly to look back at him. Her eyes went black with surprise and Dreshk nearly fell to the ground with the sudden fear.
She drew her sword quickly and looked up at the branches. Dreshk grabbed the hilt of his sword. He had not wanted to come but now he would have the chance to sink his weapon into the living flesh of dwarf. It would not give. It was as if it was spot-welded to his sheath.
A dwarf flung himself down right on Lisha. She collapsed on the ground and grappled with him. Dreshk looked over and tried with all his might to get his sword out. What was wrong with it? He fell to the ground with a little thud as he lost his balance. There were two dwarves on him trying to hit him. Despite his lack of fighting experience, he was still able to evade getting seriously hard hits from female dwarves.
They set female dwarves on me? he thought. I’m insulted! He flew up into the tree as soon as he could escape their grasp. He crouched in the tree, his eyes now black except the slits of pupils. They were white with anger. He looked back down at the dwarves. They jumped up to a lower branch to try to climb to get him. He jumped to the next tree and tried to break off a branch of it. The dwarves pulled themselves up and were now ready to resume combat.
Dreshk broke off a good piece and held it in front of him like a sword. Then in Emonish said “Come and get me, girls!”
“So like an Emon. You think you are so brave and have no equal!!! You are a mere child!!!” replied the taller dwarf. She jumped across the expanse. Dreshk hit her in the head and she fell onto the branch below. Her companion jumped across and stood behind the young Emon and hit him with the elbow. He flinched and swung his makeshift weapon at her. She dodged and grabbed the branch and wrenched it from him.
“I will not go down by a piece of wood!!!” she cried.
“Well, then eat my blade” he said reaching to pull his sword out. But he had forgotten. The blade would not give. He felt the top of the sheath. The sap from the trees! How could he have been so dumb? The dwarf was having a very good laugh at this. The Emon narrowed his eyes at her and tried once more to pull the blade out. It finally gave and with one movement, managed to slice right into the dwarf.
She stopped laughing and looked at the sword in her stomach. Dreshk stared in surprise. Wow, I’m good, he thought. She then looked back at him.
“Oh Shit”, she said. “This sucks.”
She fell from the tree. Dead. Ew, he thought. He jumped down from the tree to the ground below and pulled his sword from her carcass. The other dwarf, unconscious, was still in the tree. He got back up and stabbed her through the heart. Then he pulled her down to lay on top of the other body. Dreshk then sniffed the air until he smelled Lisha.
He ran to where it was stronger in a small clearing they were dueling it out, hand to hand. Lisha’s sword rested near the trees but Dreshk, feeling cocky, ran up behind the dwarf and, before the two fighters knew anything, impaled the dwarf in the back. He slumped to the ground spitting up dwarven blood and sputtering for air. Dreshk pulled his blade out in a way so it caused even more damage to his body.
She stared at the dwarf as life seeped from him. “You moron!!!” she yelled at Dreshk. “I would have killed him”
She stalked over to the sword and picked it up. “Don’t ever kill another’s combatant, you hear me?”
“But what it he’d killed you?” he said worried.
“Then you could have avenged my death!” she spat.
“Oh. I hate this whole Emon code of fighting!!! Its all so stupid yet its supposed to be nobler somehow. Why can’t we just farm?” he said.
She looked at him suspiciously but just told him to bring the carcass. They took him to the other two and tied them all together. Then they began the long walk home to the village. Dreshk dragged them behind and Lisha took point.
“Farming…” she said disgusted. “What a terrible excuse for an existence”
He shrugged. “I think it sounds nice. All those plants. Lots of beans and rice. Maybe chickens!” he said grinning.
“Stop that!!!” she said.
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