Oh, my goodness, here it finally is my dear Reader! Reincarnatio has returned. Why have we been gone so long? Well, we’ve been busy with our life and have a computer that fancies not working for days on end. Alas, here we are, and we missed you, my friend! Take in the joys now of Reincarnatio Part 9: Training With Beasts and Men.
Tayrn slowed his sidmuen next to Ronais’ and jumped off. “This is to be the arena today?” He asked.
Ronais nodded and set her pack on the boulder that lay in the middle of the small clearing. She pulled out a belt with a sheath and sword. She clipped it around her hips and took the one-handed blade out of it’s covering, looking at it carefully.
“Is it still sharp?” Tayrn asked.
“Yes.” Ronais replied. She had suddenly changed from giddy to quiet and serious. She reached into her pack once more and pulled out a bow and a sack of arrows. She pulled the sack diagonally to rest across her back with the strap across her front. She slung her bow over her shoulder and turned to face a tree across the tiny field.
“Can you do it by yourself?” Tayrn asked, watching as Ronais put an arrow into her bow and pulled back. She let the arrow fly, and it struck the center of a circle that had been drawn with charcoal on the tree. Tayrn smiled as Ronais walked across the field to retrieve her arrow.
Voices sounded through the forest and Ronais ducked behind the tree. Tayrn took the sidmuen into the trees on the other side of the clearing to keep them out of sight of the approaching strangers. Sirnet grabbed Ronais’ pack in his teeth and jumped behind the rock.
The voices slowly moved into the field and Ronais quietly turned to look out from behind the tree. Her hair lightly blew in the breeze, and her eyes shone fiercely as she watched the soldiers walk through the field. A sudden feeling of bravery and need enveloped her and, before she had understood what she was doing, she had stepped out from behind the tree and stood in front of the soldier who had been leading the others. “What are you doing in this forest?” She asked. Her face was brave, but her courage was wavering as the soldiers pulled out their swords.
The man she was standing in front of placed the tip of his sword at her throat. A young man stepped forward and put a hand on the soldier’s arm. The soldier lowered his sword and, with a nod from the young man, put it back in its sheath. “You’re from the Northern Kingdom.” Ronais said as she examined the soldier’s uniform.
“We are.” The young man said, crossing his arms in front of him. “I am Prince Samlin, of the Northern Kingdom. Since you are in these woods and questioning our intent, I assume that you are from the Western Kingdom. However, I do not know who exactly you are.”
Ronais’ heart pounded heavily in her chest. This guy…why do I feel like this? “I am Ronais, of the Western Kingdom.” Samlin’s eyes grew large, but he kept his composure except in the tightening of his hands on his biceps. Ronais placed her hand on the hilt of her sword and looked at Samlin. “Now, I do believe I asked why you and your men are in my forest.” She said. Sirnet growled from behind the rock and Ronais whistled for him. He bounded from the rock to Ronais’ side, growling at the darkness of the forest next to them. The men slightly drew out their swords. “He is mine, and if you harm him we may have more of a problem than you invading my land.” She said, glaring at the men. “Now, answer my question.” Ronais said to Samlin.
Samlin opened his mouth to respond but was cut off by a shrill cry that filled the air. Ronais quickly loaded an arrow into her bow and looked at Samlin who now had his sword drawn. A monster with rotting flesh and sharp claws and teeth ran from the forest and aimed it’s large lion-like body at the group. Ronais lifted her bow and pulled back, then fired at the beast. It hit it in the leg and it fell to the ground, still slowly moving towards her and Samlin. She ran towards it. “No, don’t!” Samlin yelled to her. She ignored him and jumped into the air above the monster and drew her sword. She swung down and landed on the rotting beast, bringing the sword down into it’s skull. The creature fell to the ground and blood pooled around it. The monster was dead.
Samlin stared at Ronais, awe-struck. “Only Peura Menta can…” He looked her up and down, then motioned for someone to examine the Kufata.
“It’s dead!” the soldier called back to Samlin. “Clean strike, and down she went.”
Samlin looked back at his men. Hagin nodded to him, and Samlin turned back to Ronais. “You have to come with us.” h