2. Dividing Blood: Sudden Flight

Hereyouare all you people!!! @Rebekah Beit you took too long to preread it. So I guess you will have to read it with the rest of the mortals. Question to the rest of you... What do you think of people Janner's age getting married??? I mean, that used to be the norm, and Janner lives in a non technology society where that would be more likely??? Plz post!!!

A scream echoed through the old inn, bouncing down the pristine halls until it reached the ears of an ancient fellow, startling him into consciousness. Still healing from the treachery done to him by the ridgerunner Zouzab Koit, Oscar struggled to shove aside the heavy wardrobe that had hidden him from view. He mopped the sweat away from his nearly bald head of thick, luscious hair with a rag-like handkerchief that had seen too much usage. He inched carefully to the window and peeked out, then quickly retracted his head. His fears confirmed, Oscar swiftly and quietly walked out of his room and down the back stairs to the kitchen. Making a swift turn, saggy belly nearly pulling him too far, he snuck into the small nook behind the pantry, yanking the trash can concealing the entrance away. As he squeezed his bulk through the narrow passage, he heard women's screams and then the dark rattling of a carriage as it raced to Fort Lamendron. Verbosely praying for the safety of his hosts and friends, he reached the end of the tight smelly passage, finding the latch to the old door, lurched outside. He found himself concealed by burble bushes, and only two paces away from the open door of the stables. The problem was that those two steps were completely out in the open, and he was sure that at least a dozen Fangs were watching him. Fearfully peeping around his covering bushes, he made a swift prayer and ran as if a pack of wild hounds was on his tail. No one. Creeping through the dark, stenchy stables, he was welcomed by a soft snort from the brown donkey in the last stall. He found a saddle, awkwardly tightened the straps from either a long-lost memory or a book he read long ago, and mounted clumsily: the donkey nearly buckled as he did so. He looked for a back exit, but unfortunately, the only exit was at the front, where he had entered. He looked carefully out and then rode the donkey into the small, hidden alleyway behind the stables. As he finally started to relax, a startling screech echoed through the narrow passageway. Oscar looked behind him, his senses on full alert once more. "Zouzab!" he muttered angrily, as the small creature darted around the corner yelling at the top of his lungs. Not waiting for the Fangs to find him, he swung his mount around and made for the forest as fast as he could. He'd make it there first, but the Fangs would be close behind him. "You'd better be ready to run old man," Oscar muttered as the forest came swiftly into view, "because when I arrive, that's what's going to happen!"

At that moment, Leeli and Rebekah were watching the boys and Gracie do their fighting practice, and getting some whistleharp lessons in while the time was ripe. Leeli noted that Kalmar was quickly tiring of the lessons, and looked ready to wander off. Her guess proved right, and she chuckled as he wandered off, only to get chased away from the kitchen by an extremely annoyed Nia. Nugget grumbled, probably at a thwap or squeeblin, and Leeli comforted him with a pat. "Calm down Nugget! Bekah's riding with me right now, can't have you scare her!" Bekah, as Rebekah had been nicknamed about a month ago tapped her on the shoulder. When Leeli looked back, she received a look of intense annoyance from Rebekah, and she could read clearly what she was trying to say. I'm not frightened by a little growl. Don't say stuff like that. Even if it's nonsense to a dog! She apologized with an apologetic grin, and then faced the front once more on her giant dog, leg brushing against bags as it settled. Nugget was laden with bags, hers and Rebekah's, and also the tent and some food, as they were planning on leaving at dusk. She settled, watching the boys wrestle while Gracie pointedly ignored them, accurately tossing knives quite deftly at various "dangers". Podo called the boys to attention, wanting to get the lesson under control once more, but before he could say anything more, Janner spun around and looked at the woods. "What did you hear?" Gracie asked quickly, but there was no need for Janner to answer. A wailing cry came from the depths of the woods, pulling Nia out of the kitchen, and strengthened with increasing rapidity. Startled, and fearing the worst, Nia dashed into the treehouse and grabbed the baggage that was still in there as Podo raised his blade. Artham dropped out of a tree and took off his socks with a protective look in his eye. Janner's jaw dropped, "Mister Reteep? It can't be!" Podo side-eyed Janner, but before he could sarcastically remark anything, an overdone donkey burst out of the woods, throwing a quite heavy burden at their feet. "Fangs are nigh!" Oscar warned, panting heavily as Podo hefted him to his feet. Janner saw that his wound was opening, as blood stained the bandages wrapped around him. Podo bodily lifted Oscar, to the amazement of all, and placed him behind Rebekah on Nugget. Nia hurriedly tossed Janner, Kalmar, Podo, and Gracie their bags and donned her own as they prepared quickly to flee. They all knew their only hope was to run. As the guttural grunts of Fang scouts came dangerously close behind, Podo charged out of the clearing pulling Nugget at a fast pace behind him. All of the fleeing band followed him, running for their lives as they left the clearing, and the almost spent donkey, behind.

I know, poor donkey!!! (Sorry all animal lovers (that's a quote, but you probably don't know where its from *giggles*)) And I really appreciate advice and stuffs. Tell me what you think!!! Also, again, please tell me your thoughts on teen marriage.