Chapter 6 - Full circle

• Posted by FXMorph March 4, 2013 - 967 views

  Chapter 6 - Full circle.

   

  I come too lying flat on my back with Faendal hovering over me with a very concerned look on his elven face.  Well at least I think it was concerned emotion, him having really smooth elven skin makes it hard to tell what is true.  I frantically look around me trying to see our attacker, to find myself face to face with him.  A stare of eternal void meets my eyes.  He was dead. I felt something warm and wet dripping on my hand and after discovery saw it was blood dripping from Faendal's dagger.  He must have finished the bandit off after I fell over backwards.  My head was pounding and I could feel a large bump on the back of my head.  "Thank you.", says Faendal quietly.  "Was it not for you I would have been the one lying dead on the floor now.  I guess we are even now, hmmm?", he smiled dryly as he said this, trying to suppress his own shock at everything that just transpired.

   

  "Your pretty quick on your feet.", Faendal remarks while still in thought.  "Hold on a second.", he continues while taking my bow out my hand.  He proceeds to pull out some leather straps from his backpack and starts working on the handle of my bow.  This gives me a bit of time to attend to the painful bleeding wound on my calf muscle.  I place some salves on the wound and wrap it up with some cloth.  I was happy to find the wound was not to the point where I might lose my leg.  It still hurt like it was stung by an army of wasps.  Faendal taps me on the shoulder and hands me my bow.  Upon taking it from him, I feel the weight has been adjusted.  "To help compensate for you being used to a heavier bow recoil.", Faendal explained.  I inspect to see what he has changed, and find he has attached an iron dagger on the hilt of the bow, with the sharp end pointing out and away from the curve in the direction that the arrow would fly.  "To help you with that move you did earlier, the punching thing.", the elf says full of grins.  I can't help but blush and giggle a bit.  "It was quite the desperate move.", I tried to explain defensively.

   

  With this, we find ourselves a bit more relaxed, and maybe even a bit more courageous.  We pick ourselves up, but Faendal sees that it is hard for me to walk on my injured leg.  "Well that won't do, and we can't take on any more bandits with your leg like that.", the bosmer looked genuinely concerned, and as much as I wanted to tell him it was nothing, I could feel a fever starting to burn on my skin.  "Can we go back please?", I ask eventually, and Faendal just nods his head.  He then proceeds to lift me on his back and carry me off back to the little village near the bubbling river.  Smoke and the smell of fried beef ballow out one of the chimneys, and I feel my mouth start to water again.