#raw draft

Two days in and I’m feeling the groove. I had no struggles to start writing. I’m so glad I’ve always been writing in word sprints since I’ve found out this amazing tool while doing last year’s NaNo to get the word count done. It’s of great help. And I’m writing with my crazy friend again. She’s the synoym for a SEAL brother. She’s my wingman and I’m hers and that’s so freaking precious. Okay, the story is mapped out, chapters are lined up and in an order of how the story should develop. I’m already feeling the werewolf vibes making my bones vibrate. I’ve missed this universe so much.

Here’s a snippet from the first chapter: (word count so far is 4335 words on the second day)

“And yes, I’m hungry. Starving.” Steve stirred and gracefully got up from the dirty ground, pulling Danny with him. His lips found Danny’s and a second later Steve was pressing Danny into the side of his truck. “God, you’re driving me crazy.” Steve murmured between wet, tongue-skilled kisses. “Fuck me right here, on the ground, under to moonlight.” Steve rasped, grabbing Danny around the neck to turn around, to get away from the truck.

“Steve, baby, no. Not like this. Come on … ” Danny went willingly and let Steve manhandle him the way his precioius wolf needed him to do it.

Steve wanted this. He owed it to Danny. Steve’s omega whined and writhed in his chest, shamefully aware of how he couldn’t provide the lust he wanted for his beloved mate. No signle shred of a sign that his heat was near.

“Didn’t you listen to a single word I said, babe! Stop it, no … don’t! I just said not like this, Steven!” Danny’s harsh, dark Alpha voice had Steve freeze. The echo of the relentless almost cold tone traveled through the night.

Steve was shocked about the finality he heard in Danny’s voice, and he didn’t understand. Steve’s mind was still occupied by his omega’s brain waves. The hard tone, the order barked without being rude, but with such force by his Alpha felt like a punishment, and it had Steve crumble. He buried his head in his hands and fall to his knees.

“Steve, Jesus, come on. Baby, I didn’t mean to say it in that tone. I’m so sorry, my sweet, shy wolf. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. God, what’s with that night. Fuck. Let’s get out of here, Steve. Come on. Let’s go home. Let me feed you, take care of you, tuck you in to get some hours of sleep before the madness of Five-0 workdays starts again.”

Steve wasn’t brave enough to take his hands off his face. “What’s happening, Danny. Why did you just snapp at me like that? My omega can’t take that from you. I know you are mad at me for not providing the heat you have been waiting for and I’m sorry.”

If Vince plans on feeding Seth to Lars like he did Brock I'm gonna be pissed

SETH AND JEFF

My babies interacting

This is a fantasy genre story concept I’ve been working on. Would love to get input on whether or not the story is interesting or not. Title is tentative, and I have added a synopsis so people have some idea as to what the story line is about for everyone’s convenience.

Demon Hunters Campaign/Crystal Guardian Chronicles

Synopsis: Equinox company find themselves taking on a feral child who has an innate magic. Her untamable power is needed to wield a legendary Crystal weapon forged by the Elder Gods for sealing away demon kind from their world. Demon kind seeks her extermination so the Evil Kings may return to devour the lands of Gyeteras. Equinox must protect the young girl plus find the Tiger’s Eye Scales of Judgment. The reason they need the scales; the gemstone scales become a double half moon axe capable of stopping hordes of evil from entering their world.

CHAPTER 1

Sparkles of silver light ricocheted off mismatched buildings slipping in and out of Betlic Jetren’s feverish sight. Glimpses of Clear Brooke River and community flashed between trees like a heart felt greeting. Thick tree trunks of hickory, oak, red maple, and paper birch shaded the wide stone road of Caravan Highway. Betlic ignored alarmed calls from wagon teamsters and outriders moving in the other direction. This stretch of highway was well maintained so underbrush hindering Betlic’s sight was thinning the closer Equinox Company got to the Clear Brooke Station entrance.

The growing clamor tickled his ears with promises of medical aid. Light gusts brought delicious, stomach rumbling scents into his sweat, dust, old blood, and beast musk numbed nostrils. Large stable shed complexes full of activity was flashing between trunks. All of Betlic’s remaining focus sharpened on the promise of safety and aide for the remnant of his hunting group.

Strands of saturated lentil hair flopped into his eyes. Betlic yanked it out of the way and used his tunic sleeve to swipe away sweat. The motion of his arm resulted in pulling and burning needles through his stitches, leaving him wincing. How was it so hot when the sun had not been up very long? Were his wounds causing this fever? He needed to focus on the road and his surroundings since it was his temporary job. He, Dreng, and Eldwyn only agreed to be cargo guards to get Seth and Gill the help they needed from the witches in Clear Brooke Station.

Familiarity with Clear Brooke Station had Betlic envisioning throngs of gnomes, humans, dwarves, the odd troll, lesser giants, and elves bustling around multitudes of cornicuses with diverse horn configurations and foot types. His ears could hear people shouting, most likely from the open air market surrounding the merchant’s guild. It was the time of day when the market was most crowded. The warehouses being loaded and unloaded based upon what was bought and sold. Behind the city loomed the deep shadows of ancient Brackenveil Forest’s mighty towering trees. 

Soon long overdue medical care would be had. Better yet Clear Brooke Station was well known to Equinox Company. Betlic hoped their long standing reputation would save their lives. Unusual circumstances, broken contracts, unwanted bartered goods for payment, and time crunches continued plaguing Betlic’s demon hunting team. However, he hoped Equinox’s dubious luck was improving. Having Master Inek Copperwell hire them to escort his cart with Seth Grace and Gillian Stockton’s unconscious bodies inside his wagon was a stroke of much needed luck. If only their luck would hold long enough to get Seth and Gillian back on their feet!

Betlic turned his head and felt a fluttering buzz erupt through his skull and sluice down his body like a building wave crashing on a beach. The odd sensation had him notice he was swaying in his saddle. Getting light headed was a very bad sign. Almost there. He would hold on as long as needed.

“Ho there! Looks like you’re the group needing emergency aide.” A gnome teamster bellowed from his perch on a massive eight wheeled stock wagon. He and a pair of outriders pulled twelve towering, ram head heavy draft cornicuses to a stop. “Did bandits do this to you and your beasts?”

Refocusing his wavering gaze, Betlic noted accumulating guards and outriders staring and muttering to each other as outgoing groups ground to a halt on the road. No doubt they were looking at the sorry sight of Equinox Demon Hunter Company stationed around Inek’s cart or trailing behind. Vallin was on foot pulling along their injured plus riderless cornicus mounts. Betlic did not have to look back to know several beasts were stumbling under the rocking motion of huge loads.

Betlic shook his head trying to clear his mind and almost fell off Squirrel’s back as thrums of cold electric current swirled and cascaded the length of his body a second time. Was the man talking to him?

Eldwyn’s mellow voice carried over the jangle of harness, heavy clopping hooves and quadcorn talons. “No. We ran afoul of a demon troop. Equinox Company won the fight at heavy cost. Trying to get to Crone Nelda to deal with the magic taint. We also crossed swords with three bandit groups since leaving Cryslatta. We handed them over to the magistrates in Resin Town and Lofty Oaks respectively.”

Someone yelled, “By the Thrice blasted tree! All know Equinox is the best demon fighting group in the lands, but don’t you think fighting a troop is a bit extreme?” Must be an elf in the crowd.

“We were lied to about the job we took. We found ourselves under surprise attack and surrounded. You try facing several greater demons determined to get even some time and then say we were being extreme.” Dreng’s guttural voice thundered over the babble of onlookers. Betlic winced at the volume only dwarves and giants could manage. Dreng being the loudest dwarf of all it felt like.

The buzz of many voices began to swell as the news was digested by everyone within hearing range. Anger began to suffuse the babbling swell. Betlic was tired of having to defend his companions. At least when told the truth most caravan owners moved out of the way so they could jog their beasts around the slower wagon trains to reach Clear Brooke quicker. Let his co founders deal with the chatter this round. Betlic simply wanted to be done with this trip and sleep for a week. Not like he would get to slow down before arranging everything his group needed. Still, a bath and long sleep in a real bed was all he craved.

“We were sent by a concerned outrider. You look to sore need us.” A tanned gnome with her hair in a bun jumped in front of Squirrel, reaching for his hackamore nose band. Betlic clung like a bur to Squirrel’s back as the big buckskin shied from being caught, talons coming out of hoof sheathes as the tricorn hissed with fangs flashing a warning.

“Thank you for the offer, Matron. We’re almost there, and short of funds.” Betlic answered once he found his balance and reined in Squirrel’s threat display.

“What do you think emergency aide means, young man? You won’t make it without us. Your cornicuses are bad injured and failing. They need to be brought in and tended. We will get you into town. You need the witches because you’re about to fall out of your saddle.” The older woman chastised him in a fearful voice. Betlic struggled to remain focused.

“Infuriating to hear, but all too true. In our defense, Equinox has never had thirty companions and half our combat trained mounts killed in a single fight before now, Ma’am. The Overseer Guild in Cryslatta mistook a war troop of sixty odd demons for a nest. To the best of my knowledge, such has never before happened.” Several knife and low horn riders were clustering around them, intent to hear the tale, growing anger suffusing their faces. “Then the guild refused to make good on the outstanding debt after failing to give us accurate information. Never mind their idea of a healing guild which denies magical taint exists so we lost even more of our number while getting stripped of our funds.”

Eldwyn’s voice interrupted Betlic before he could vent more of his simmering ire. “Ignore Betlic’s sharp tongue, good people. He looks like a poorly sewn patchwork quilt under his clothes and maille. Master Inek Copperwell is helping us get our worst wounded to Clear Brooke before they die of demon taint. So please forgive him.”

“Let them take your over burdened animals and gent Vallin to town. All know your reputation, Mister Jetren. Equinox Demon Hunter Company keeps it’s word and all who know you will vouch for you.” One of the outriders yelled.

Betlic argued “we’re tight of purse. We are without choice but to move forward with what strength we have left. I’ll not incur debts I cannot repay promptly.”

The big buckskin tricorn lurched around the gnome woman still trying to grab his nose band or reins and pitched into a jog toward the city despite heavy billowing sides.

“Stop, Betlic. Our beasts are failing. They can’t finish the distance.” Eldwyn yelled at his back.

Betlic pulled on Squirrel’s reins. A deep groan bordering an offended whistle pulsed through Squirrel’s triad of horns as he slowed to a walk but refused to stop. A hard shake of the buckskin’s head rattled his ridge bones beneath thick cream hide.

“Looking forward to a big bin of ground meat and diced vegetable aren’t you, Squirrel?” Betlic gave his mount an affectionate rub above a seeping gash on the animal’s shoulder. Squirrel’s long ears wagged back and forth. Using brute  in his good arm, Betlic tried to swing Squirrel back around to face his group. Tired as Squirrel was he knew their location and was eager to arrive. “You need more patience. We can’t abandon our team.”

Needle sharp throbs of pain tore along his torso as Betlic's arm lifted so he could use his tunic sleeve to mop runnels of sweat from his eyes. His vision wavered again. Blinking rapidly to clear his sight, Betlic wondered whether grand master wizard Aulon would still send funds if Seth died. Would the protection oath ever be given by Aulon to new members of Equinox? Could Equinox even recover from this insidious blunder?

Squirrel jerking to a stop managed to almost topple Betlic from his saddle yet again. “Bet, yer not a’right. Squirrel’s taking ya fer a ride. T’others dun stop’d.” Lance’s voice chided. Three long and wicked sharp horns growing out of Hobb’s dark brown forehead and face were too close to his own as Lance’s tricorn blocked their path. “Ven’m dun gett’n ya. Fev’r gett’n worse.”

Leathery pitted skin, shocking blue eyes, and shaggy molasses hair. A very familiar looking long knife and sword sheath pair strapped to opposing hips swam into focus. Sheathed daggers strapped to biceps and forearms gave silent warning to avoid conflict. More throwing knives, darts, slim throwing axes on each side, and bolts for a Brownie sized crossbow which was palm sized for a man were confined in neat rows down the length of matching bandoleer straps hanging from each shoulder to opposing hip. Two cases of arrows for a full crossbow and a recurve bow hung off the saddle pommel. Such a deadly rogue. Betlic blinked faster. It was Lance Bullard he was facing alright.

“Sorry. Need to get things done as soon as we arrive.” Betlic responded when his eyes registered Lance waving a hand inches from his nose. “I’ll be fine, Lance.”

Lance snorted. “No ya won’. Yer see’n de witches firs’ thing. Beauty n Velvet ‘er down.  Lightfoot’s bad too. Figg’r Drum ’ead ‘n Cast’way’s near ’s bad. Firebran’ gun’ drop ina minute. Eld, Dreng, ‘n Val’s mov’n der packs.”

“Shit. We can’t afford the stop.” Betlic squeezed his eyes shut and gulped air to try and stop the spinning sensation.

“Yer sick, Bet.” Lance growled. “Yer blotchy wit fev’r. Way yer sway’n, yer gun’a fall off Squir’l soon. Yer push’n too ‘ard.”

“Your fringe’s too fast to follow. Tells me you’re in a panic. Seems I've made too many bad calls. My stupidity got most of our company killed.” Betlic gripped his saddle pommel and eased back onto the two saddle rigs tied together and lashed on the back of his own. He hoped the new position would counter his increasing lightheadedness.

Lance heaved a disgusted sounding sigh. “M tak’n lead. Yer doin' de bes’ ye can widda bad mess. Eld got at bad job. As to de talk, mos’ de old tim’rs dead is wha’ gots me shook, Bet. Know’d ‘em since I join’d. Ev’n Seth ‘n Gill’s dyin' slow. De was all tuff as you ‘n me. Don’ seem righ’.”

Lance’s rapid fire garble was still sorting itself out in Betlic’s mind as Hobb backed up and slid along Squirrel’s side. Betlic felt his reins getting yanked from his grasp. “New blood dyin’s nutt’n. But de old fight’rs? A’s summin’ differnt. I got ya, Bet. Jes hang on yer rig, n I’ll keep ya steady.”

Dreng’s deep rasp reached Betlic’s ears over the increasing babble of onlookers. “Watch it, man. Bad enough I feel like a shin guard standing next to you. You don’t need to stomp me into these paving stones while I’m trying to loose Beauty’s girth band for you.”

“Sorry, Grump. Can’t see you . . . round the rigs. Not my fault . . . your so short.” Vallin’s response was breathy and panting.

“Oh sure, pick on the dwarf why don’t you? You giants need to learn how to look down.” Dreng always grumbled when distressed. Betlic’s ears took over. He heard a weak wail from two or more horns followed by heavy thudding. “By the blazing forge, who else is going to keel over in the middle of the road? Firebrand, on your feet! Get up so I can get the saddles off you and put you in the beast wagon.”

A fiery hued chestnut tricorn with his top horns and mid nose knife stuck halfway through a pasty demon’s upper body, dual hooves pulled back to free long talon pairs for slashing the demon’s grasping arms. Firebrand’s fangs were snapping at the demon’s stomach.

Kuruk was whirling his basket hilt claymore as fast as it could be swung along both of Firebrand’s sides to maim and kill any demons he could reach. No matter how fast he moved his blade, he was being overwhelmed. Three more demons were closing from the rear as Firebrand’s whip tail cracked and lashed. A furry, feline were beast resembling demon leapt over the slashing bony flat tip of the cornicus’s tail and landed on the top of Firebrand’s rump. Betlic caught a glimpse of the demon sinking black fangs into Kuruk’s thigh, claws digging into his chest and waist, thick hind legs bulging to leap off Firebrand’s haunches. Squirrel could not disengage with the demons they were fighting. Betlic felt white hot embers slide down his back and across his side as his own hand and half pair of blades met considerable resistance. Scalding heat seeped into his leather breeches. Another demon down.

“I’ve got him.” Vallin’s straining voice drew Betlic’s attention. Considering how muscular and tall Vallin Skorr was he could probably pick the injured tricorn off the ground. Though it was likely Firebrand would lift his dual hollow hoof sheaths and rake him with lethal talons over the attempt. At least Vallin could pick Firebrand up if the beast cooperated and he removed his mace and deck cleaner axe. “Eld, get Lightfoot and Thunderhead’s saddles loose. I’ll be there in a minute to fetch their packs to load.”

“Sure thing, Val.”

Dreng slapped his booted foot to get his attention. “Betlic, take Lance, Kite, Katinka, and Marcus with Master Inek into Clear Brooke to get Seth, Gill, and yourself treated. I’ll handle things here with Val and Ears help.”

A shout from the rear which sounded like Marcus had Betlic turning his head back toward the disaster behind them. “Watch out for that strawberry dappled roan quad heading this way. He’s unpredictable and might attack you beast carters. Now that his Templar’s dead, Rhapsody won’t let any of us near him. Wrath and I will deflect him.”

“Stay back. Let Vallin, Dreng, and myself handle getting Beauty, Velvet, and Firebrand in that contraption. I will deflect Rhapsody if he charges.” Eldwyn also bellowed.

“If he charges he’ll break his forelegs in that tattered mess of rags hanging from his breast band and saddle cinches.” The woman from before was arguing.

Betlic’s mind tossed the image of Rhapsody’s torn up metal chest band harness to the forefront of his memory. Half the chain linkage padding was torn from the thick metal links. Covered in old blood and trailing near the ground between Rhapsody’s fore legs. The fluttering fabric was catching on some of Rhapsody’s shin claws to make the big predator stumble. Impatient fangs and his lower jaw blades made short work of tearing the heavy fabric free from pressure pulled claws. Four horns resonated a chest deep growl as Rhapsody tore the remaining metal link protection loose. Straightening up, the chain lengths caught the edge of torn flesh and ripped another chunk of Rhapsody’s hide and muscle loose.

“I have enough magic to deal with Rhapsody if he gets surly, Marcus. I can still build barriers that he isn’t immune to.” Eldwyn’s voice drew Betlic’s mind back again. “Get Seth, Bet, and Gill into town, Inek. Go with them, Marcus.”

“Sound plan. Bet sore needs medical attention. He’s losing focus due to high wound fever. Take the twins. We’ll get these mounts sorted out.” Dreng was rumbling next to his leg.

“S’why I got ‘im.” Lance said.

Squirrel groaned through his three horns and shook his whole body which jarred Betlic’s stitches and balance. He gave his restless mount a couple affectionate slaps on the bony ridge crest even as pain scalded his senses. The buckskin had worrisome chest injuries which Betlic knew were hurting. His own bandaged torso, shoulder, lower back, and legs throbbed plus burned in a staccato beat.

Although Squirrel’s natural plating prevented deadly organ wounds, carrying weight with a slashed up chest had to hurt. The padded links of Squirrel’s own chest harness was abrading rows of claw marks last Betlic checked.

“Bet, can you make it or are your wits too addled by fever to function?” Dreng’s rumbling snapped Betlic’s eyes down to his friend and partner.

“Everyone was butchered because I noticed the danger too late, Dreng. I got too many of our friends killed.”

“Bordering delirious I see. Damned head is harder than a forge anvil today. Stayed level headed through the fight. Anyone else would have panicked and we’d all be dead right now.”

“Yeah right. I should have. . .”

“Stop with the should haves. They don’t matter. Things are grim and we all know it. We’ve a strong reputation at Clear Brooke and many a favor owed which we can collect. What we fail to sell to cover expenses can be made up soon enough by a fast courier bringing us the coin we need to settle accounts. Running Stag’s bill and the healer fees for all of us will get worked out, Bet. I swear it. Master Inek offered to cover our meals, laundry, and baths while he’s here.”

“You know best how to bargain, Dreng. Hope they don’t need to kill Rhapsody”

Dreng shook his head which made his shoulder length, mahogany braided mane slide like a pendulum. “Once your mind’s clear, we’ll talk. The gnomes will catch and cure Rhapsody, Betlic. We won’t fail him or Cliff’s memory. Get yourself, Seth, and Gill to the witches. Long Ears can keep Rhapsody calm enough until we reach Clear Brooke.”

“They’ll kill him because he’s acting so crazed. He’s hurting.”

“We’ll save him. We may have to muzzle him and boot his claws to manage it, but we will get Rhapsody home to Grace Manor, Bet.”

“The temple will enslave him again once we reach Prosperity. A shame because Rhapsody is one of the finest war steeds in Gyeteras.” Betlic felt his throat tighten as he spoke.

“We’ll face it when the time comes, Bet.” Dreng announced with steel underlying his words. “Focus on getting to the witches. I’ll take care of our mounts since you aren’t in any shape to do much right now. Whatever I don’t get done, Ears will finish.”

“Fine. I’ll see Seth and Gill bedded down in Running Stag, and the witches called. You handle the parcel selling and mount care. I’ll send a message to Aulon. We’ll get done faster if we divide the labor.”

Dreng shot Lance a concerned glare which spoke volumes Bet could not decipher. His shoulders rose and fell. “Hickory Haven for our meeting place?”

“Soun’ plan.” Lance gave a sharp nod.

Dreng slapped Squirrel’s shoulder. “Get him to town in one piece.”

Squirrel was moving so Betlic called over his shoulder, “See you at the tavern.”

“Save us a table at the Haven.” Vallin called as Hobb sidled Squirrel up to Maple’s nose. Betlic trusted Squirrel would stay with the massive draft without him having to interfere. So long as Marcus and Lance stayed close to do the actual guarding, Betlic could sort out a plan of action to keep Equinox’s honor intact.

Rough timbered long houses came abreast of their group as the trees vanished to grant access to town. Several hitching posts in front of the long houses were already half filled. Hickory Haven Tavern served hundreds per meal rush each day as best Betlic could recall. Hickory Haven was the main meal stop for most caravans for midday meal before pushing onward to Castle Ring. Or they got so far as Apple Grove Station if they left early enough. The tavern was the closest to the stone paved highway, and therefore the most convenient. Troughs and hitching posts stood five rows deep before the complex. It boasted of being the largest eating establishment outside of major metropolitan areas.

Blurring eyes made out two tall roofs which served as kitchens. Famed pit ovens and outdoor grills were protected by sturdy, sloping verandas nestled between the two kitchen buildings. Aromatic smoke coiled and whirled on a soft breeze. His stomach clenched from a whiff of roasting venison. Verandas also connected the other buildings together so that inclement weather did not spoil anyone’s meal. Serving staff were scurrying back and forth between the pit and grills, plus the kitchens. Most were laden with large trays stacked high with food, pitchers, and tankards.

The largest pair of split log long houses beckoned. A smaller building set back to the side was reserved for traders and merchants who wished to eat separate from mercenaries and guards. Best of all, Hickory Haven had a decent sized bathhouse attachment replete with private laundry service and changing quarters around back. The only establishment on the highway where travelers got a hot bath plus their clothes cleaned.

Master Inek seemed eager to reach their destination. He clucked to increase Maple’s pace. The trader would likely wish to push onward after a hot meal. If so, Betlic would forgo the bath so he could place Seth and Gill under the witches care.

Sending word to Aulon that Seth was stuck in Clear Brooke Station and needed funds came hard second. Push come to shove, Betlic could eat a meat pie in the saddle. It was possible that Dreng could arrange a storage space so that Seth and Gill could bring the tack, seeds, and farming tools home at a later date.

“Master Inek, do we head out after midday meal?”

Inek side eyed him with a deep frown. With a sweep of his hand in the direction of the long beast sheds on the other side of the entry lane. “Cornicus Master Uric Hawthorne will be furious if I don’t bring Maple in for an overnight visit. You’re in need of a break, and the witches care as well, Betlic. So Maple and I will stay put. We’re well ahead of my delivery schedule so you can get some rest and take care of your group. I’ll get the nagas quartered in Evergreen Stable for up to three days. They are in sturdy cages so Thorne won’t bicker too much about it.”

Betlic cocked his head as he looked up at the dark haired trader in his rich turquoise tunic and chocolate leather breeches. “Did not know you were on friendly terms with the Evergreen Stable Master. We usually work with Rook Ardith since most of our cornicuses come from his ranch and stable.”

“I’ve known Hawthorne since we were both clumsy youths. Maple here comes from Hawthorne’s elite heavy draft breeding program.” Inek boasted.

“A valuable beast then.” Betlic answered, trying to keep his mind focused.

“Indeed she is. Master Hawthorne breeds the finest beasts for long hauling without suffering joint fatigue syndrome. As I’m sure you noticed with how long Maple has continued to high step along despite the heavy cart she’s pulling.”

“So your mare came from his pasture lots? They say he demands a one time breeding right out of each sale. Does he truly do such?” Marcus butted into their conversation.

A side glance at the knight had Betlic lifting an eyebrow. Marcus wiggled his with a sly grin. Perhaps he had also picked up on Inek’s penchant for lecturing, fawning, or bragging so was distracting the merchant.

Master Inek was prattling away. “He does demand a spawn if the beast sold is from his elite stock. When Maple reaches ten I’ll need to pasture her for a year since she is one of his elites. Thorne and I go back a long ways as I was saying, Sir Marcus. I used to be a rein man on one one of my parents wagons. They ran nine wagons in the string. Hawthorne and I would sit in the tack shed and eat together every time my family wagons came in for the night. Hence I could buy this mare. Maple is one of the finest trained draft rams on the highways, and Hawthorne wouldn’t have sold her except she took a shine to me. You can’t go wrong with a draft ram from Beast and Stable Master Uric Hawthorne’s breeding program.”

Marcus responded, “If one has the funds to spare, the finest stock can be bought during the fairs. Most of our mounts come from the stock yards here. Most of our longest lasting mounts are Ardith Ranch trained.”

“I believe it. Your mounts have excellent conformation and heart, despite being injured. They kept a brisk pace even with terrible wounds sapping their strength. Only a truly fine trained and well bred cornicus can do such. Ardith does have the best reputation for training fighting stock from all four breeds.” Inek said. “Your quadcorn war steed is well behaved considering everything. Ardith has a knack with quadcorns. Or so I’ve heard tell.”

“Wrath was foaled in the Borderlands. Lord Garth’s breeding program before he was murdered by the treacherous Duke Bryce. So my war steed is older and well settled with me. Given time and a good partner, young Rhapsody should likewise mellow.”

“I’m not familiar with the Borderlands or Fringe cornicus breeders. Too dangerous for such as myself to ply trade out there. Need too many guards to make it worth the effort. Only twenty plus wagons in a train can expect to scratch out a profit. But I will say Wrath is impressive. He’s the largest quad I’ve ever seen.”

“Since joining Equinox, I’ve come to appreciate the Clear Brooke gnomes reputation for breeding tough fighting mounts. The quads bred here are longer bodied and not so bulky boned plated as Borderland quads. Wrath’s kin are the largest of the blood because they have to survive demon attacks and still carry riders to safety despite injuries. I noticed our riding injured beasts sits wrong with those we’ve passed on the road. Border and Fringe cornicuses are used to such trials. They are asked to carry burdens out of necessity. So I hope the stable masters here can back their rumored miracle healing as well as any Border man.”

Inek gave a sage nod. “Not just rumor, Sir knight. Hawthorne and his staff are the best beast healers in these parts. I dare say your mounts will benefit from a couple hours of Thorne’s attention. Not to mention he consults the witches as needed. Hawthorne gets help with the worst injured beasts from Crone Hilda or Dame Galiana if he believes a beast will be lost without magic reinforcement.”

Betlic interrupted, “good to know. We often use Rook Ardith’s stable, but I’m willing to try Hawthorne’s. I’ll do my best to arrange for Seth and Gill to have care, then finalize arrangements for our stock. I expect you will wish to continue our trip soon though it may mean changing out our own mounts for rented ones to see you to Prosperity.”

Taking a deep breath, he continued, “It would be nice if we could lodge at Running Stag for two nights to make sure the witches can tend all our wounds so injuries don’t render us useless later. It would grant Dreng time to possibly unload the farm goods to cover our companions and mounts care. We can send for funds to pay for everything. We can get the process started for Seth and Gill to have everything extra shipped to us once they recover enough to travel home.”

“As I said before, already planning on it, Betlic. I stay to visit with Hawthorne whenever I come through here. We can remain a full two or three days to help you settle things if you wish to continue working with me. Your companions both look worse than this morning when Vallin loaded them into the hollow beneath my bench.” Inek explained.

“Thank you. The extra time will allow me to settle things.” Betlic answered as his shoulders began to sag.

Don’t mention it, Betlic. I’d like to help get Equinox Company back on solid ground. I can do some poking around to find buyers for your unwanted farming wares or anything else you and Dreng deem necessary to sell.”

“We cannot thank you enough for caring about our welfare considering Seth’s magic and staff plus Gill’s bow, war hammer, and mace are useless to you, Master Inek.” Marcus replied.

Dreng would be unhappy if Master Inek took over selling their goods. It was a matter of pride to the dwarf that he control the Company’s funds and bartering for supplies. However, Marcus might be onto something equally vital. They might have to convince Dreng to accept aide. Well known traders had more connections than fighting forces.

“Equinox’s demon hunters are respected. Your company has done an excellent job of protecting my freight since we met in Cryslatta. You’ve fought hard despite all your injuries. More importantly you’ve done a great service to all traders and merchants across this land for near a decade.”

“It will take time to find the right people to resume such a task. I fear the demons may get a dangerous toehold again thanks to this last job.” Marcus said.

“Shame you were crippled by nefarious folks.” Inek answered in a quieter tone. “The tale of you getting double crossed spreads far and wide. People are getting angry. Equinox Company has earned everyone’s gratitude on the trade lanes. Sunny Vale is fortunate it perished. Cryslatta will feel many a merchant’s wrath soon enough. Assuming I get this particular shipment to Prosperity under the given schedule, I will take control of my family’s business. Once in control, I plan to move the family warehouses away from Cryslatta’s tax men’s clutches.”

“Sound plan. Sunny Vale’s chief lied to the Overseer Guild about the number of demons according to Cryslatta’s guild. From what we saw during our time there, I doubt the chief lied.” Marcus growled.

“Twas te poor look’n a haml’t. Fig’r de Crys Guil’ stripp’d em o der coin afor de sent out de ‘quest.”  Lance added. “So Bet n Grump git seed n plow parts te sell af’er we did de job. De lies ‘n lack o hon’r is bad der.”

“Agreed, Lance. I smell deception same as you. Had we known we were facing a troop, Betlic, Dreng, and Eldwyn would have brought funds enough to hire extra fighters and still done the cleansing despite the community being so poor. We have company funds set aside to hire extra fighters when we learn about demon numbers that high.” Marcus echoed Betlic’s thoughts.

“I’ve heard said that you do charitable cleansings each year. Few mercenary bands would bother since they don’t profit.” Inek swept blue black hair away from his eyes as he spoke.

Betlic responded through clenched teeth. “Demons destroy everything, so cleansings need to be done with or without pay. Greed needs to come second to saving villages. Cryslatta Overseer’s Guild is the new epitome of greed. They forced Sunny Vale’s survivors to part with their seeds and farming equipment. We did not want their last livelihood goods, but the ten survivors have been put in chains anyway. Then the same Guild told us we could not sell anything in their city to add insult to injury.

“Dey was all fer loot’n dat town. Seem’d to be loot’n ever’ body purses round de city. Din’t find a dec’n size meal whole time we’z der.” Lance added.

A nod showed Betlic agreed with Lance. “The poor need not fear Equinox will refuse aid when demons are haunting their fields and streets. They can speak truth and expect aide no matter their situation. The message must become common knowledge for the day when Equinox has filled it’s roster nigh to forty again.”

“Don’t forget that the Overseer’s Guilds in each City Kingdom sets prices, my friends. The Cryslatta Guild most certainly demanded an impossible fortune of them long before the work came to your attention.” Inek added in a grim tone.

Marcus growled, “which is wrong. Perhaps we should ask the temples and holy orders to inform us of villages in need if they cannot afford to post a cleansing job through their Overseer’s Guild because of a kingdom’s increasing greed. People could come to us directly if they are strained of purse.”  

“We are fortunate you employed our sorry remnant to get home at all.” Betlic interrupted Marcus’s tirade.

Inek waved off the comment. “Equinox badges are the best deterrent for thieves a man can secure for himself. Even injured as your members be, accosting this cargo cart has already proven deadly,” Inek answered in a conspiratorial tone. “Bandits can’t see bandages beneath clothes and maille, but you’ve done your duty better than most whole mercenaries. Plus your loose war steed has shown his fangs, claws, and talons quick enough to ensure the word’s spreading like wildfire to leave my cart alone.”

Squirrel turned into the largest stable complex’s courtyard alongside Inek’s cart. The trader’s words were true enough, but it galled Betlic that his group’s crossed sword and sorcerer staff over a demon’s skull was reduced to a ploy. As dire as some of their injuries were, their clashes with bandits could have resulted in death. He had no chance to say as much as gnomes, elves, and humans came surging forward to take their mounts.

“Where is Master Hawthorne’s Evergreen?” Inek bellowed which brought various stable hands up short. All the hands who stalled were wearing various blue, yellow, burnt orange, forest green, flame red, oak brown, or crimson dominant tunics. Burnt orange with black trim was Ardith Stable’s colors.

Betlic wavered. He knew Rook’s stable hands and prices. Yet he also owed Inek Copperwell his loyalty since he and Eldwyn accepted the emergency job. Master Inek pushed his poor ram head hard to arrive here for Equinox’s sake.

A weathered faced, bandy legged man with salt and pepper hair stalked into the courtyard with employees wearing silver and grass green tunics following at his heels. With a wave to Inek the man snapped orders and gnomes scattered to obey. The middle aged man walked closer to appraise the animals over which he was to take charge.

“Well I see you brought Maple in for a reunion, Inek.” The middle aged stable master called as he sauntered closer. “It isn’t like you to push her so hard that she’s lathered and her sides heaving like this. Your guards look like they’ve near killed their mounts defending your cargo.”

“We’ve two badly injured men laying beneath my bench seat, Thorne. A string of injured cornicuses are being brought in by foot and a beast wagon. They belong to my acquaintances here. They sore need your medical expertise. I believe you’re best able to handle demon tainted wounds.”

“What happened?” Hawthorne demanded as Inek climbed down the ladder steps he rolled out of his cart. Betlic also swung off Squirrel’s back to cling to the saddle until his head stopped spinning. Lance had a hand between his shoulder blades until he steadied.  Lance crowded Betlic’s periphery as he shuffled over to Inek and Evergreen’s Stable Master.

He started evaluating the man who would take care of Equinox’s beasts. Master Hawthorne was perhaps five foot three inches, a big man for the gnome race. His longish face and deep set craggy features did not hide shrewd and concerned glints flashing in the depths of red spoked yellow eyes.

“Captain Betlic Jetren, Lance Bullard, and Sir Marcus Farcrest of Equinox Demon Hunters Company meet Beast and Stable Master Uric Hawthorne of Evergreen Stables.” Inek intoned with a hand flourish.

Hawthorne’s brows beetled as looked up at Betlic and his companions. “Rumors claim Equinox was butchered by a nest of demons. Some say Equinox is done for. But I recognize you three well enough. Same with your cornicuses. Seen them in Rook’s stalls many a times.”

Marcus growled, “try a war troop of sixty odd demons led by several greater demons and your rumors would be true. Equinox Company routed and slaughtered the troop, but paid a heavy price in the doing.”

Inek placed a hand on Hawthorne’s broad shoulder. “Old friend, their beasts have demon tainted wounds, and are in need of a true expert healer. Nineteen bad wounded cornicuses with more heart than I’ve ever witnessed outside of Maple’s. Pressing hard and fast to reach here was the only option Equinox has after enduring the unsavory business that befell them in Cryslatta. These men are proof that heart still drives Equinox. They will rebuild and keep their oaths to save lives.”

Hawthorne heaved a sigh and nodded. He pivoted on his heels and bellowed at his employees, “Get these cornicuses unsaddled and blanketed. Cool them down slow and easy. Get nineteen stalls prepped for emergency wound care. We need long shaft canvas cots to move two severely injured warriors. Move it.”

Betlic put a hand on Marcus’s shoulder to bring him back to a calmer state. “Please forgive our foul moods. We lost dear comrades, and many fine beasts because of lies.”

Hawthorne shoved his index fingers of each hand through belt loops on either side of his waist, and rocked back on his heels. “Wish I could say you were the first having such problems. Cryslatta Kingdom has gone to rot of late.”

As Hawthorne spoke a small gnome girl reached for Squirrel’s reins. She crooned as Squirrel’s long ears swiveled up, down, back, forward, and then down hard against his cheeks. “Go on, Squirrel. Let them take care of you.” The tricorn gave a short horn growl before obeying the unfamiliar stable worker.

Wrath’s talons were digging into the ground and near yanking his stable hand off his feet to get inside the stable.  Epoch, Ginger, and Hobb were moving at slower paces without a fuss.

“Can we get my cart unloaded. I’ve got a live shipment this round, and two near dead men to get to the healers.”

“Yes. But I would like to know what exotic pets your moving before my stable hands go near your cart. Well, Inek?”

“Not pets. Guardian Nagas some sea faring ship captains hired for treasure escort.” Inek protested.

“Only you, Inek.” Hawthorne shook his head. “Saul, Mica, Ox! Get the cage lift and clear space in the second harness room for venomous exotics. Meet me at the North Wall.” Hawthorne gave Maple’s halter a light tug and the lumbering beast began to follow. “Lets get Maple’s cart situated where I can keep an eye on it easier.”

“Thank you, Thorne.” Inek breathed.

“Let us unload Seth and Gill before you take the cart.” Betlic stepped in the way.

“We’ll unload them, Betlic. You’re ready to drop.” Marcus growled as his palm slammed into Betlic’s chest.

“E’s right. Yer wobbl’n so migh’ drop ‘em.” Lance urged.

Rook Ardith startled Betlic by gripping his elbow. “By all the Gods of light it’s good to see you alive, Betlic!”

“We’re with Master Inek this time or I would have called for you, Rook.” Betlic felt compelled to explain.

She sat by her window watching the last specs or pink disappear from the sky. The night was calm and quiet, the complete opposite of inside her head.

"He'll never understand," she thinks to herself. Blinking away the tears that begin to blur her vision, she let's her chin rest on her palm and sighs.

She doesn't know how long she sits there spiraling in her own thoughts until the buzz of her phone next to her brakes her trance. It's him.

"Still up?" The message reads.

She stares at it for a moment before reluctantly picking up the phone to respond: "Yeah".

She sees him start typing immediately and can't help the small smile that appears on her face.

"Are you able to video call? The funniest thing happened at work today and typing just won't do it justice 😂"

"Lol yeah sure". She stands from the window bed and does a quick scan of the room to ensure it's not too messy before moving to the mirror to fix herself up. She gets in one last look-over just as her phone rings. She settles back onto the window bed and answers.

"Ah, now I see why you took so long."

"What do you mean?"

"You were in front of the mirror trying to perfect perfection. If I didn't call you would have been there forever." He chuckles and she does her best to hide the blush rising in her cheeks.

"You're so cheesy" she jests. "So what's this funny thing that happened at work?"

As he tells his story she finds herself fixated on all the little details of him. The way his hand gestures get exeggerated the more excited he gets, the way his eyes crinkle when he laughs, the dimple on his left cheek.

"...and then Ben had to pull the fire alarm just to get us all out of there! Like isn't that the craziest thing ever?"

She laughs airily and nods. "For sure. They're never going to let any of you near the rotisserie chicken again".

"Oh I wouldn't, not unless they want the whole store burnt down".

The laughing dies down and they fall into a comfortable silence. It amazes her the affect he has on her. She's almost forgotten that just before this she was silently crying and looking up at the stars.

"The night sky is beautiful isn't it?" He asks, gazing past her and out his own window.

The moonlight shining in illuminates his features in a way that makes him look ethereal. "It really is," she replies.

His eyes meet hers through the screen and they lock. A million words pass between them, all getting lost in tanslation.

"You know, you're the only one who wants to hear my work stories."

"I'm sure that's not true."

"It is. I was telling Jenny about it when I was driving her home and she barely even faked a laugh, and she works there!"

"Jenny doesn't count, after all this time she's immune to your antics. I'm surprised she didn't just say: that's nice sweetie".

"You do know I'm older than her, right?

"You all act like children in the store, Jenny's the one who keeps you all in check."

He laughs and rubs the back of his neck "yeah, I guess you're right".

They fall back into silence and she wonder what thoughts are running through his head. She must have been staring at him because he winks at her and smiles.

"Don't go too far now, I won't be able to find your replacement on such short notice."

"Excuse me? I'm irreplaceable" she state, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Well..."

She gasp and he laughs, hands going up beside his ears; "kidding, kidding! Please don't kill me I'm too young to die, haven't even lived yet."

She sighs and shake her head fondly; "I'll spare you this time. Next time you might not be so lucky."

He bows in praise, thanking her for sparing his life. "Alright well it's getting late now, I'll let you go."

She looks at her clock and sees it's almost 2am. "Woah, when did that happen?"

"An eternity with you would only feel like a minute," he says far too casually for that weight of that statement. "Not enough time".

She considers his words for a moment, but push the thought away with an internal "nah". "You say that but you'd get distracted by the next pretty thing that came along and I'd be on my own."

He holds his chest and gasps in pretend shock. "Your words hurt me, I would never. You're irreplaceable, remember?"

His smile is contagious and she feels the heat in her cheeks again as she smiles back.

"Okay, goodnight now," he says and she can't help but feel sad having to let him go.

"Goodnight," she replies, and the call ends.

She closes her blinds and makes her way to bed. "Why can't he just feel the same way?" She asks herself for the millionth time. Crawling under the covers she closes her eyes willing sleep to consume her. She lays there for a while, thoughts of him playing behind her eye lids like a movie. Eventually, her wish is granted and her mind slips into unconsciousness.