《Innocence》Chapter 12
Advertisement
CARRIE SEEMS TO HAVE DRIFTED INTO UNCONSCIOUSNESS AGAIN. I THINK IT’S THE FIFTH TIME SINCE THE SCRIPTIO CAMP. I know it won’t be helping her health, but it relieved a part of me. It seems to be the only way to give her a slight bit of relief from the pain.
There is hard riding for what seems to be an hour before I check Carrie’s temperature. It’s only half an hour before we get to the Guardian’s camp, but I need to dress her wounds or there might not be another thirty minutes to spare.
“We need a break,” I say urgently, breaking the silence since the Scriptios.
Zak nods and the horse slows. He slips off and takes Carrie from me. His face goes white when he sees the blood. It seems to be everywhere, dripping off her clothing and on my armour. Carrie stirs in his arms. Her face is the colour of fresh snow in the Western Mountains. Her lips are thin and pale.
Carrie’s eyes open slowly, groaning as Zak repositions her in his arms.
“Darsal?” she calls out.
I slide off the horse, stepping up next to her. I only have the time to notice his hand shaking slightly. He looks sick.
“Shhh, Carrie. I’m right here. We’re going to get you safe,” I whisper gently, putting a finger on her lips. Her skin is hot to the touch.
I push away the branches and sticks, laying a blanket on the ground next to a log. I do my best to make it comfortable before Zak carefully sets her down. I hadn’t known how much Zak cares for Carrie until I notice how gently he handles her. It’s hard to imagine they’re the same calloused hands I’ve watched time and time again wield a sword or throw a lance with more force than a charging bull.
Fifteen minutes later, I have Carrie’s wounds dressed the best I can with the herbs and things I can find in the woods. Carrie has fallen to exhaustion and is sleeping on the mat. Zak is poking at the fire, sitting on the log. I stand, brushing the dirt for my knees, leaving Carrie to sleep peacefully. Well, as much as she can. I join Zak on the log, watching the flames jump to and fro.
“When we were trying to get Carrie, we overheard my father talking about the Hunters. Who do you think they were?”
I freeze. I know. I know very well who the Hunters are, but I don’t think I want Zak to.
I just shrug and keep looking at the flames.
There is nothing but silence. I can hear Carrie give a muffled cry. I can’t bear to look at my anguished sister. I would give the world to switch places right now, but there is nothing I can do to help her.
Advertisement
“Do,” I pause, “Do you think Carrie is going to be okay?”
He doesn’t turn for a long moment, staring at the fire. Finally, he says:
“I’d be lying if I said she was for sure going to make it through, because, if I’m honest Darsal, I don’t know.”
I can feel the tears I have been suppressing all day slide down my cheeks. At least he's honest. Brutally, yes, but he’s honest. Zak sits back to look at me. I don’t wipe the tears, and he doesn’t tell me to stop.
“I know,” I whisper, my voice cracks, “But can—can we just pretend we know? Know that everything is going to be alright?”
Zak’s face softens. I can tell he wishes the same.
“Sure,” he says gently, putting an arm around my shoulders.
There is nothing romantic about it, thank the heavens, but for the first time in a long time, I feel like I have a friend I can depend on. I finally let the tears slide down my face without trying to hold them back.
Zak says nothing, only squeezes my shoulder. We both sit there in silence for a long moment. That's when I feel the slight quiver in Zak’s shoulder. I look up at him. Silent tears are sliding down his face. It takes a long moment for me to process that. Zak is—crying? But then, it makes perfect sense. Not any less than me crying. It just, I don’t know. I just never thought Zak of all people would cry. I take in a shaky breath, calming my nerves.
Carrie gives a pained cry from the blanket. I slowly stand up and check her pulse. I jerk my hand away. Her forehead is burning to the touch.
“Zak, we have to go. Now,” I say, doing a poor job of hiding the panic.
The next moment, he’s there, touching her forehead. He has the same reaction as me to the heat. I can tell by his expression that he’s panicking, too.
I go untie the horse from the tree, where it had been peacefully chewing on a few weeds. I mount and Zak carefully hands me my sister, wrapped up in the blanket. In an instant, the horse is running again, with renewed energy.
“I will not lose you. I will not lose you now,” I whisper over and over, hold Carrie against my chest.
Twenty minutes before we’re going to get to the Guardian’s village, I seem to lose track of time, all my thoughts revolving around Carrie. The crimson liquid is seeping through her new bandages, and all I can do is hope that we make it. I still have a throbbing pain in my ear and I think I have perhaps temporarily lost my hearing.
Advertisement
My mind seems to be stuck in glue. The only thing in there with me is Carrie and the throbbing pain in my ear.
I can hear the protest of some Guardians on duty, but Zak just yells something about life or death. Life or death? For who? My mind seems to have forgotten multiple pieces of valuable information, but my mind can’t seem to grasp just quite what it is. I can feel the horse come to an abrupt halt.
Zak slides off the horse. I can hear him arguing with a Guardian.
“Stop. Please,” I whisper, head pounding.
Zak takes Carrie as I slip off. I don’t know if my mind is playing tricks on me, but I’m pretty sure the man’s face turns a funny colour. He calls out for the medical workers. Soon, there are a dozen people swarming around us. I can vaguely see Carrie being pulled away on a stretcher. I try to run after her, but everything swims. I can’t seem to run in a straight line.
Everything around me seems to go in circles before the ground rushes towards me and everything goes black.
***
I can see a hazily familiar face staring back at me. Blond hair, blue eyes.
“Sam, why am I…” I say, trying to get up. I fall back, head throbbing.
“Shhh, Darry. Shhh, you’re safe now,” he whispers, putting a hand on my forehead before I slump into unconsciousness again.
***
Intermittent beams stare back at me. It takes a long moment for everything to come into focus. I lay down on a soft white bed. It’s a fairly small room with nothing but a nightstand. Bamboo walls—why does that seem so familiar? The night’s events come rushing back to me, nearly knocking me back into unconsciousness another time.
“Mrs. Fern! She’s back!” a voice calls out. Then, “Hey, Darsal. Welcome back to Earth.”
I look over to find Zak sitting on a stool against the wall. He seems apprehensive and high-strung.
“Please, stay still. When you don’t, you turn a weird colour and then pass out,” Zak requests, standing.
Before I can do anything, he leaves the room hastily. I can hear him whispering with someone in the hallway before two women enter the room, one holding a reed basket. One is in her late twenties and the other is an elderly lady with a broad smile.
“Hello, dearie,” she says, “Sarah, can you go get a glass of water?”
The younger woman nods and heads out the door. Mrs. Fern puts down her basket and brushes a few loose strands of hair from my face.
“Now, honey, let's get you dressed out of that nightgown.”
No matter my hurry to go find Carrie, I know I’m a mess, covered in blood and dirt. I soon find myself clean, sitting before a mirror, Mrs. Fern brushing my hair into a sleek copperish-coloured curtain. I’m wearing a white sleeveless summer dress with a green silk belt.
It’s been so long since I’ve worn any kind of dress that I’ve forgotten how nice it felt; it’s so light compared to the heavy leather the Scriptios make us wear. Mrs. Fern hands me a pair of sandals that wind up my calf. I put them on, thanking the old lady. I tie up my hair as I leave. I’m just going through the front door when I narrowly avoid colliding with Zak.
“There you are!” he says, grabbing my hand and practically dragging me down the street without an explanation.
I follow obediently, hair forgotten.
A few moments later, he pushes me through the door of a medical tent. My heart skips a beat. Lying beneath a white sheet is Carrie, thin face peeking out from underneath.
“Darsal!” she shrieks, staring up at the ceiling, thrashing against the blanket.
“Hey, hey. I’m right here, girly. I’m right here. You’re safe now,” I murmur, rushing next to her and sitting in the chair, “Shhh. You’re safe now.”
Carrie cries, body shaking beyond her control. I take her hand, stroking the back with my thumb. Tears threaten to overtake me once again.
“Darsal, don't go. Please don’t leave me,” she sobs.
“No, I won’t ever do that again. Never. I—I’m sorry Carrie,” I promise.
“Promise me, Darsal. Promise me you won’t ever leave me,” Carrie pleads.
“I promise, Carrie. I promise,” I say, squeezing her hand.
Carrie only just has the time to give a weak smile before she goes unconscious once again. I stare helplessly at her small face as a nurse comes, wiping Carrie’s forehead with a cool cloth.
“She’s been like that ever since last night. Mostly unconscious and yelling your name, waking up, not recognizing anybody. She began yelling for you as soon as she woke,” Zak says from a stool on the other side of the medical bed.
I nod. Carrie’s tiny figure sends fear crawling down my spine. What if she doesn’t… I push the thought away. Her lips are thin and pale. Her dirty blond hair is spread on the pillow around her head.
“She’s going to make it,” I resolve, as if it were for certain.
Zak pauses, mouth open, before saying softly, “Sure. For your sake, she will.”
Advertisement
Frontier: Vanguard
Bradley Vickers never thought he would be stuck in the biggest war known to the Frontier Cluster. Vickers now has to survive whatever the War has to throw at him. Hopefully he’ll be able to get his life together once the war is over. If he can make it that long…
8 127Crossing the Cosmic Rubicon
Invasion! Malevolent forces have struck Earth in an unending tide! Tragedy has begun to pour over countless lives. Bloodied, the militaries of Earth mobilize in full. But, for the species to survive, all must do their part. [ Congratulations, User! You are now a Tier I Conscript! Fight for your fellow Sapients! Resist till the end! ] Newly graduated as an engineer, Xander Barbosa Stahl was one of many whose lives were upended by the event. With the help of the Omninexus—an everpresent superintelligence built by an advanced alien race tasked with guiding sapient life in its continued survival—he will struggle against calamity with those he calls comrades. But reality is not kind to those fighting on the front. Being what is essentially expendable militia is unacceptable for Xander, nor did he think this was the ideal way for him to help humanity. Nevertheless, he will fight with everything at his disposal to protect those he loves. [Royal Writathon April 2022 winner!]1-2 Chapters per week on Saturday and Sunday, 8PM to 9PM (GMT +8). Average of 3500 words per chapter.Just to clarify on what kind of story this will be, it has light LitRPG elements, yes, but it will be more focused on interesting characters.My first novel, so I hope you all enjoy it!
8 179Birth of Mana
Residents of the world today only know of the sky as a sheet of pure darkness. Alz is an elf who was separated from his parents at birth due to the village’s tradition. One day, Alz stumbles upon a relic from the past, learning about the world which once existed, where lights illuminated the skies. Inspired by this, the young Alz decided to go on an adventure, an adventure to explore the vast world he lived in. Discover the world with Alz as he sets off on an adventure, experiencing many new encounters, and overcoming obstacles along the way as he slowly delved deeper into the truths behind the world. --- IMPORTANT NOTE: This story is not fantasy-themed and not I didn't omit the fantasy tag by mistake. That said, there is meaning and significance to the title, except that it will be unveiled only much later into the story. Magical elements and the like will not be a factor in most of the story until the very end. tl;dr: This is not fantasy, magic doesn't play a role in the story. --- Updates: Will try to post a chapter once every 2 days PS. This is my first novel so there might be several issues in various aspects which I might not notice so comments are highly appreciated. --- This is more to add pressure to myself rather than anything else... but anyways the story is now part of the pledge!
8 162The Awakener: War of the Three Kingdoms
He will be born again in the ire of chaos on the throes of a foreign land. He will be the one called upon to awaken the Renaissance. The Awakener follows the journey of Vasilios Bouras, a young adult in his early twenties, as he finds his way through life trying to "find his own name." After running away from home seven years prior and then graduating from an Elite Mercenary academy, he finds himself thrust into a conflict between the Three-Sisters Nations in Ellisandere's southernmost continent. Forced into a path and conflict he wanted no part in, he puts a plan in motion to escape only to be pushed deeper into the ancient history of the world and a conflict The Empiric Age knows nothing about. Joined by a Lower Syl Ranger as she searches for her husband from a past life, a guide who has lived more lives than he cares to recount, and the fellow Blades from his squad, Vas is about to learn that not everything can be run from and that eventually, destiny will catch up to you. Either alive or dead, it's his choice to make.
8 86Perspectives on Madness
Because of uncultured people, who decided to cast the gods aside and rule over the lands and seas themselves, was carnage released upon them. Gods from heaven and rulers of hell have sent their children into the mortal realm to regain their lost glory. Amongst those children, Duan Jian fights his way towards the top. But, will his pride stand in his way? Or will the clumsy 2nd MC, Qing Lin, hinder him? >>> This story is about the proud Duan Jian who fights against the madness in this cold world. When he thinks it can't get any worse, doom will come at him. In another perspective, Qing Lin, a gentle and innocent girl, tries her best to help Duan Jian. But because of her clumsiness, she unknowingly sends Duan Jian into a deeper darkness filled with madness and insanity. PS: This novel will also be available on webnovel.com https://www.webnovel.com/book/10341858805009905/Perspectives-on-Madness
8 459Curo [Hiatus]
A young boy abandoned on the streets by his parents due to being born with snow white hair and red pupils. He struggles to survive in a world where strength rules. While trying to pickpocket a certain old man on the street, he soon realizes that he had picked the wrong man to try and steal from. By grabbing the mysterious mans intrest, he soon had his whole world turned upside down.PS. Since I write this as stress relief and out of my free time, If you do not like the story, just don't read it, you don't have to announce it to the world in the comments. Although I don't mind CONSTRUCTIVE critisism.Thank you.PSS. I know my grammar and editing aren't the best. The mature tag, means there will be some light cursing every few chapters.PSSS. If you leave a rating, it would be nice to know what you like and what you didn't.Will pick it up in the future, at the moment, do not expect any updates on this.
8 98