North by Northwest (storyline)/Chapter 2 (vignette)

Rheshay

“Keeper o’ the Ember Vale…” A voice crackled like grinding bones as it mocked from deep within the shadows.

She could never forget that voice, or that face, or that stench. But it wasn’t just the blood of their enemies that he was bathed in. Now she could smell her own. A people she vowed to protect against all odds and all threats. A people she fought and defended. A people she would die for. Soon she might just do that.

“Have ye nothin’ ta say?” Tyeid folded out of the shadows as if detaching from the darkness. His eyes were like sunken pools of a starless night, partially concealed by matted locks of reddish-brown hair. Ashen bone studs rose with his eyebrows when he spoke, and one clanked against his sharpened teeth when he grinned.

He grinned a lot.

She hated that and hated him.

Tyeid thumbed at the nightshade purple eyeball dangling from a cord around his neck. Twice he pulled it up to his mouth, licking it and smiling wide as he paced before her cell. Cage to cage to cage. That had been her life most often these days. But she cared little for her own imprisonment, so long as her people were free. Currently, that was not the case. Some were lost to the Hills of Koar, some entombed in Arachne’s embrace, while others hung in the balance.

“Keeper…” he laughed again. His dark eyes sparkled in that moment, so full of himself, so enraptured in delight. “There is still a place for ye. Take the blood. The shield is nae how we survive. We are ta be the spear.”

She would not answer him again. Her mind had not changed. The warchief would come for her. Hagga’s blood or not, his mind and heart were true for their people. She would wait, and knew that on that day, if Koar should have it, she would bite that grin off her enemy’s face and feed it to him.

A shuffling came from the shadows behind Tyeid. Figures approached, swathed in red robes, with their hooded cowl bathing their faces in darkness save for the glistening sheen of their eight ruby eyes. Shambling in chains behind them came several reivers, some warriors still bearing fresh wounds and some children with wide eyes trailing them.

Tyeid almost squealed when he turned around, slowly circling each prisoner as he inspected their faces, arms, and hands. He pointed to half of them, then motioned to the right, and they were escorted away. Those that remained, he motioned to the left, and they were dragged off.

“What is ta the left?” Rheshay finally spoke from the solitude of her cell.

“Oh! She speaks finally.” Tyeid grinned, his dark tongue flicking across the bone stud of his lip.

“What is ta the left?” she asked again, foolishly. She knew the answer.

“Dinner.”