Everlasting, Ardemons Revenge "The fires of the north." :Chapter 2

This starts from the last chapter of Ardemon's revenge. :Chapter 2

It's been week since life changed and since the day at the log cabin where he had seen the hooded figure and since then he seen her out of the corner of his eye, For quite a long distance the shadow has been ducking behind fallen trees and staying out of sight. But no matter how hard it stays silent and breathless its got to be human but, an essence slips behind part of the brain that keeps him aware of its presence and it's showing no signs of restlessness.

When he thought to back track and attempt to slip away. alas she is always one step ahead, almost like "im following her" he thought to himself "Or maybe she is leading me where i need to go?", A week since the fires begin to show though the thick canopy of the rain forests North of Nar'dith soon the torch fires lit up the night sky, being seen as far as livga and Tatmig. Both big citys to the South of Nar'dith. But to the north is where the enemy comes from and we've been warned for years they would show up but we didn't expect them so soon.it was a fairy tale to keep the traders and adventures from crossing the mountains.

A clue as to where to searching was on his mind frequently, then the shadowed figure is the least of my worries and when she does make a move i will be ready. On the down side she look's to be armed, no one i know of would follow me knowing who i am with out some sort of blade or advantage over me in mind. i will keep on he thought as he pushed himself though the thick brush along the vines and mass of oak trees. Which is odd he though to himself as he heard his foot step in something damp.

He looked down to see he was standing in some muddy looking water about an inch deep. "When did i start treading though the swamp outside of town?" he asked himself in a hushed whisper. He kept moving for fear the hooded woman had planned to strike him while he was in the mess of swampy grass and fallen tree trunks which he had just taken note.

At that second he looked up to see her standing on a tree in front of him and with out a second though he pulled his blade free and took a hop backwards to dodge her attacks, it was smarter to keep a little bit of a distance from her; The hooded woman was tense, with some thought she looked like an assassin of some sort; her hood hung over her face only showing bright blue eyes that could be seen in the pitch black and though her face was not shown he could feel her anger grow as she being to take an offensive posture which meant she was here for one reason and it wasn't to play a drinking game or compare muscles.

Although she had a rather fantastic shape the way her clothing squeezed tightly against her body forming around her breasts and up to her neck, the cape that was tied at her neck by two large black pieces of fabric that curled up the sides of her face with another piece of fabric forming a hood that draped over her head and into her face she had pulled over her head, but the way the cape fell down her back was interesting why he couldnt look away as he traced her body from her feet all the way up to her hooded face.

All in that moment he spoke as she being to speak but she stopped in a moment as soon as he did to let him speak first, "Who are you and why have you been following me!?!" he shouted at her. the way he had spoken had looked to have frighten her as she stepped back two steps like she had taken a mental blow.

she countered back at him with a solid stutter "Ah i.." she went quiet hanging her head to the ground as she pulled a knife from her side in a moment and threw it at him and in that moment he swung his blade blocking the knife and flinging it into the distance, in that same moment he felt something bluntly hit him in the chest and forced his sword in the air above his head as something sharp stabbed him in the side. he dropped the sword and realized she had tackled him and stabbed him in the side, knocking the knife out of his chest with a swipe from his forearm he swung at her with his hardest swing missing her by an a few inchs.

She was quick as she came back and countered all of his swinging and was able to get inside and out of his reaching distance within seconds as she continued to land hits on him. Quickly and quietly she reached for his satchel bag and took it from him and leaped away into a tree. He ran after her jumping up to grab her ankle and caught her cape and then in a moment her foot came back and landed on the side of his head.

his vision became a little dizzy, he staggered backwards trying to keep his balance but kept falling back to the ground. He finally grabbed a hold of his vision and burst into action. He pulled himself off his back and leaned into his stomach as he grasped the situation. he stood up having gained all control back, bolting toward the tree with hands outstretched. She waited in the tree to kick him in the face again and again as he wouldn't give up, and then finally tricked her and grabbed her shoe and caused her to drop down from the tree and stared at him as his nose was bleeding and his eyes were blurry.

making one last attempt he slowly walked toward her and she held up the bag for him, but soon as he reached her she jumped up and kicked him again right in his temple. The ground spinning out of control as he landed on his back once again; she stood over him. He could see her face and it was beautiful, nether spoke but it was clear she had gotten what she had wanted and it wasn't to take his life. Something in his bag was more important and she had taken it. then again there wasn't anything important in there.

He looked away from her thinking the last bit of his wife was in the bag but he wouldnt tell her it wasn't hers. he felt something heavy land on his chest and then teasingly grind against him, but his senses were too dulled tell from his head pounding and his sight blurring along with his hearing. she spoke but he couldnt make out anything as the world collapsed and becoming dark. Almost as someone was crumbling paper in his ears. He could see her blue eyes fixed on him as everything faded; those

he could feel her fingers on his chest ripped off his shirt and then he felt something drip on his cheek and he could see her eyes dripping with tears and then he felt more falling. "Is it raining or is that the tears of the hooded woman?" he thought to himself, but all he could see were he bright blue eyes as her face wasn't able to be made out anymore and then the black void took him in and he couldnt feel anything. He embraced the darkness and called it his friend, he longed to belong somewhere; anywhere is better then here he recalled as the world echoed at a distance.