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Chapter 26
Sheftus' clopping hooves echoed off the granite walls. The mare beside him was quite interested at what all this was about, and wasn't sure where they were going but either way she was glad to be by Sheftu's side.
"My name is Freyda, by the way." She ventured.
"Freyda," Sheftu murmured, "That's a nice name."
They continued in small talk for the next ten minutes, both enjoying eachothers company immensely.
The tunnel went deeper and deeper underground and soon the horses were crying for light. Sheftu was grim as he explained to Freyda: "Soon we will come upon a fork. We will take the right side, for the left side goes into the Kingdom Of the Ores. Not a pleasant place to go, I might add."
"What's so bad about the Kingdom Of the Ores?"
"One can't quite say, no one in their right mind ever goes there. And those who do don't really come back, a few do but they are never the same."
They went in silence form then on, Freyda was awed by all of the knowledge that trotted beside her and she was scared of the evil she sensed. Soon they reached the fork and Sheftu took the left side, glancing behind him to make sure the rest of the horses went on the left side too. Satisfied, he trotted on. Slowing to walk and then a stop, he sighed. "Fellow horses," He began, "You may or may not come out of here alive. Those who want to stay behind, stay. I won't think worse of you for it." He turned around and faced the rest of the horses, "But, those who go will be rewarded, they will be light in the midst of this darkness we are about to face. Mourir has had revolts before, but none like this, for we will win. We will try to kill him, it would do this world a bit of good. Who's with me?"
All of the horses whinnied and stamped their full agreement, and none stayed behind.
Sheftu stole a glance at Freyda, "Your not staying, are you?"
"Not on my life.." She bravely began, but then her voice lowered, "Sheftu, I'm scared. That's the truth. What if you were to be killed? I would die of grief, for I-I-" She stammered then looked down, unable to take the intenseness of Sheftu's gaze.
"Freyda, I cannot make any promises. So I will not promise your safety or mine, that's our Our Makers' job. You play your part, not His, for you mares will sorely be needed we can't just have you weeping around."
"We won't be weeping around," Freyda's pride was hurt by that statement, but she decided an argument wasn't worth it especially over a petty thing. "Very well. What should I do?"
Sheftu smiled, he liked this mare. "First, while we fight"..........
He unfolded his plan to her and she listened intently, measuring every detail and pasting it in her memory.
"Got it?"
"Y-yes."
"Good, now don't get too nervous. You'll be great." He nodded for her to go, she gathered all the mares around and through whispers and nods they all agreed. Then they melted through the passage way towards the Head Chambers of the Evillands.
Sheftus' eyes were etched with worry, but shaking it off he turned to the stallions. "Let's go, and hurry for time is of the essence." He wheeled and trotted as silently as he could with the others following. As they entered the dark cavern with firelight dancing on the granite walls, snorts and snickers could be heard as they made their entrance. Sheftu assumed his old self and the other stallions - even the good ones changed their attitudes and acted dark, dirty, and aggressive like the other stallions in the cavern.
The caverns' ceiling was very high the walls were jagged and a charcoal black. A small fire danced at one end, throwing eerie shadows all over the stone floor and walls. Passageways and dark pillars created a sort of maze that opened up into this cavern, the Evillands seemed to be some sort of maze.
Sheftu knew the Evillands as well as his fleas. He snorted and called names to the stallions to get out of his way, he was walking through with his warriors. The colts and stallions kept their distance for no one messed around with Sheftu. They walked straight across the cavern towards the other side.
Expertly, Sheftu turned into one of the passage ways in the wall and took the first left, he twisted and turned, left and right. Pretty soon all the stallions behind him were getting dizzy.
Suddenly he stopped. A grey stallion bumped into Sheftu's behind.
"Ouch!" He exclaimed.
"Quiet!" Sheftu shot him a venemous glance.
There was a twenty meter circle of white sand with Mourir and Alastair in the middle!
Sheftu stayed in the shadows, it wasn't his place to fight. This was Alastairs fight. It had finally come.
Sheftus' clopping hooves echoed off the granite walls. The mare beside him was quite interested at what all this was about, and wasn't sure where they were going but either way she was glad to be by Sheftu's side.
"My name is Freyda, by the way." She ventured.
"Freyda," Sheftu murmured, "That's a nice name."
They continued in small talk for the next ten minutes, both enjoying eachothers company immensely.
The tunnel went deeper and deeper underground and soon the horses were crying for light. Sheftu was grim as he explained to Freyda: "Soon we will come upon a fork. We will take the right side, for the left side goes into the Kingdom Of the Ores. Not a pleasant place to go, I might add."
"What's so bad about the Kingdom Of the Ores?"
"One can't quite say, no one in their right mind ever goes there. And those who do don't really come back, a few do but they are never the same."
They went in silence form then on, Freyda was awed by all of the knowledge that trotted beside her and she was scared of the evil she sensed. Soon they reached the fork and Sheftu took the left side, glancing behind him to make sure the rest of the horses went on the left side too. Satisfied, he trotted on. Slowing to walk and then a stop, he sighed. "Fellow horses," He began, "You may or may not come out of here alive. Those who want to stay behind, stay. I won't think worse of you for it." He turned around and faced the rest of the horses, "But, those who go will be rewarded, they will be light in the midst of this darkness we are about to face. Mourir has had revolts before, but none like this, for we will win. We will try to kill him, it would do this world a bit of good. Who's with me?"
All of the horses whinnied and stamped their full agreement, and none stayed behind.
Sheftu stole a glance at Freyda, "Your not staying, are you?"
"Not on my life.." She bravely began, but then her voice lowered, "Sheftu, I'm scared. That's the truth. What if you were to be killed? I would die of grief, for I-I-" She stammered then looked down, unable to take the intenseness of Sheftu's gaze.
"Freyda, I cannot make any promises. So I will not promise your safety or mine, that's our Our Makers' job. You play your part, not His, for you mares will sorely be needed we can't just have you weeping around."
"We won't be weeping around," Freyda's pride was hurt by that statement, but she decided an argument wasn't worth it especially over a petty thing. "Very well. What should I do?"
Sheftu smiled, he liked this mare. "First, while we fight"..........
He unfolded his plan to her and she listened intently, measuring every detail and pasting it in her memory.
"Got it?"
"Y-yes."
"Good, now don't get too nervous. You'll be great." He nodded for her to go, she gathered all the mares around and through whispers and nods they all agreed. Then they melted through the passage way towards the Head Chambers of the Evillands.
Sheftus' eyes were etched with worry, but shaking it off he turned to the stallions. "Let's go, and hurry for time is of the essence." He wheeled and trotted as silently as he could with the others following. As they entered the dark cavern with firelight dancing on the granite walls, snorts and snickers could be heard as they made their entrance. Sheftu assumed his old self and the other stallions - even the good ones changed their attitudes and acted dark, dirty, and aggressive like the other stallions in the cavern.
The caverns' ceiling was very high the walls were jagged and a charcoal black. A small fire danced at one end, throwing eerie shadows all over the stone floor and walls. Passageways and dark pillars created a sort of maze that opened up into this cavern, the Evillands seemed to be some sort of maze.
Sheftu knew the Evillands as well as his fleas. He snorted and called names to the stallions to get out of his way, he was walking through with his warriors. The colts and stallions kept their distance for no one messed around with Sheftu. They walked straight across the cavern towards the other side.
Expertly, Sheftu turned into one of the passage ways in the wall and took the first left, he twisted and turned, left and right. Pretty soon all the stallions behind him were getting dizzy.
Suddenly he stopped. A grey stallion bumped into Sheftu's behind.
"Ouch!" He exclaimed.
"Quiet!" Sheftu shot him a venemous glance.
There was a twenty meter circle of white sand with Mourir and Alastair in the middle!
Sheftu stayed in the shadows, it wasn't his place to fight. This was Alastairs fight. It had finally come.
