Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #14 May 2015 | Page 63

Damitri’s eyes were drawn, however, to a figure he
was dragging by the throat; from his garb he appeared
to be a bowman. “You have done well, son of Decar,
but this merry chase must now come to a close.” The
figure took several steps forward dragging the struggling bowman with him. “But first, my apologies
about the cheek.” he said as he raised a broken arrow,
“it appears that when I say I need them intact and undamaged there seems to be some confusion on this.”
The figure suddenly raised the bowman off the ground
easily with one hand while gesturing to the man with
the other: “This is what an intact person looks like.”
Without another word he quickly hammered the
broken arrow into the dangling figure’s skull crushed
the noise of which echoed within the now still forest.
“And this is what a damaged person looks like. Do
I need to demonstrate on someone else or do you all
understand now?” The figure waited a moment before
taking another step forward: “Good, so now we have
that cleared up we can continue,” his eyes falling on
Selina before settling on Damitri. “Hello Damitri, it’s
been a while.”
“Davaldion,” was Damitri’s single response.
After a brief moment passed Davaldion broke the
silence again. “Give me the girl and out of respect for
the man your father was, you can go.” Without hesitating Damitri took a step forward.