Post by link on Jun 26, 2010 23:15:50 GMT
Wu.
It was late at night, far into the dark hours of the cycle of the sun and the moon. The latter wasn't up this night; it was pitch black in the sky, and especially in the forest. Even in the small patch of a grassy clearing wasn't enough openness to receive the moon's light; the bright circle had disappeared entirely for the time. No worries; it would be back the next night, in its sliver. But now, in the cover of the darkness, two people sat crouching in the pitch black, breathing in the cold, freezing air as they ground the two long pieces of wood together, an attempt to create a warm hearth.
Sparks arose, and soon a flame, growing rapidly until a blaze formed. A few more pieces of wood thrown in, and the fire growing faster than ever. The fire began to illuminate its surroundings, revealing more than the two figures. A group of five, sitting round the fire upon the wet grass and engaging in a new conversation between the small squad members. Around their heads were bound yellow turbans, their garments consisting of yellow cloth. It was most obvious who they were, what they belonged to. The one enemy of the Han...
"Do we have any more of that meat left?"
"You mean from yesterday? Uh... maybe. Not sure, though."
"Well then, go check."
The second figure rose without a word before he trudged silently over into the darkness, heading toward an assumed position of their luggage.
"Guys? What happened to all the bags--"
His question cut short as his voice disappeared into the night.
"Yan Pu? You there?"
But Yan Pu was gone.
"Grab your swords guys. We've got company."
But there wasn't even a moment given for the first figure to reach for his weapon before he instantly fell to the ground with a silent groan, a long arrow stuck straight through his heart. Gasps followed from the other three, before they immediately turned and began their flee, heading for who knows where. Another arrow flew, this time straight through the blazing fire. Blinded for a second, then the arrow pierced out of the other side, only to collide with the head of one of the retreating Yellow Turbans.
"Fools."
A soft thud, then a new figure rising from the darkness. Han Dang shook his head before giving out a low chuckle, throwing the bow and arrows into the blazing fire. He didn't need all that anymore; his pike was enough for the rest of the journey. Grabbing the bags resting beside him, Han Yigong pulled one of the sacks up to his nose and sniffed it.
"They have meat, huh? Should be a good meal tomorrow morning."
With that, Yigong flung the sacks onto his black stallion as he easily mounted on top of it. There was no time to rest, especially after the couple of Turbans had escaped. They would be back soon; staying their alone with his eyes closed was suicide. A single kick in the side of his steed before the horse neighed high and began the speedy race. An instant before they bashed straight through the trees, the leaves tangling themselves in Yigong's large helmet. The city of Wu was near; by noon the next day, Sun Jian would be visited by the loyal newcomer.
It was late at night, far into the dark hours of the cycle of the sun and the moon. The latter wasn't up this night; it was pitch black in the sky, and especially in the forest. Even in the small patch of a grassy clearing wasn't enough openness to receive the moon's light; the bright circle had disappeared entirely for the time. No worries; it would be back the next night, in its sliver. But now, in the cover of the darkness, two people sat crouching in the pitch black, breathing in the cold, freezing air as they ground the two long pieces of wood together, an attempt to create a warm hearth.
Sparks arose, and soon a flame, growing rapidly until a blaze formed. A few more pieces of wood thrown in, and the fire growing faster than ever. The fire began to illuminate its surroundings, revealing more than the two figures. A group of five, sitting round the fire upon the wet grass and engaging in a new conversation between the small squad members. Around their heads were bound yellow turbans, their garments consisting of yellow cloth. It was most obvious who they were, what they belonged to. The one enemy of the Han...
"Do we have any more of that meat left?"
"You mean from yesterday? Uh... maybe. Not sure, though."
"Well then, go check."
The second figure rose without a word before he trudged silently over into the darkness, heading toward an assumed position of their luggage.
"Guys? What happened to all the bags--"
His question cut short as his voice disappeared into the night.
"Yan Pu? You there?"
But Yan Pu was gone.
"Grab your swords guys. We've got company."
But there wasn't even a moment given for the first figure to reach for his weapon before he instantly fell to the ground with a silent groan, a long arrow stuck straight through his heart. Gasps followed from the other three, before they immediately turned and began their flee, heading for who knows where. Another arrow flew, this time straight through the blazing fire. Blinded for a second, then the arrow pierced out of the other side, only to collide with the head of one of the retreating Yellow Turbans.
"Fools."
A soft thud, then a new figure rising from the darkness. Han Dang shook his head before giving out a low chuckle, throwing the bow and arrows into the blazing fire. He didn't need all that anymore; his pike was enough for the rest of the journey. Grabbing the bags resting beside him, Han Yigong pulled one of the sacks up to his nose and sniffed it.
"They have meat, huh? Should be a good meal tomorrow morning."
With that, Yigong flung the sacks onto his black stallion as he easily mounted on top of it. There was no time to rest, especially after the couple of Turbans had escaped. They would be back soon; staying their alone with his eyes closed was suicide. A single kick in the side of his steed before the horse neighed high and began the speedy race. An instant before they bashed straight through the trees, the leaves tangling themselves in Yigong's large helmet. The city of Wu was near; by noon the next day, Sun Jian would be visited by the loyal newcomer.
