The Bandit Camp (Steemit Original: Part 2)

As the horses pounded the sand their hooves kick up yellow sprays in our wake. The panting breaths flowing from the nostrils kept pace with the beats of their thunderous beat. We rode on toward the town at full speed. It had been a long time since anyone returned from the camp alive. It had never happened that more than one captive has escaped. Yet, here we were riding toward our homes, together.

As we approached the town's outskirts those that saw our approached stopped to give us quizzing looks. As we trotted down the twisting roads through the town center we veered off down the alley way where it all began. As we approached the porch with the overhanging balcony the thought of how you jump from the balcony as you drew your sword in mid air. Your moves were flawless as you disabled your foes from the sky. As I armed myself to join the fight only to see how badly we were outnumbered and then being knocked over the head to fall into an unconscious slumber.

The memory faded and reality overtook us, the bodies were already cleared but the ground still held the treasure that I sought after. As I noticed the shimmer in the dust I bent down and picked up the blade. As I pulled the handle from the sand and uncovered the rest of the blade the inscription was clearly a language I could not understand. "Look!" As I pointed to the blade and turned towards you. The steel rested in your hands as the cold blade rested in your palm. As you outstretched your arm and grasped the rapier the thin blades inscription caught your eye. "I know someone who can tell us what this is." Your voice was firm and had a tone I didn't understand. As I sheathed the blade and we made back to the horses. Your expressions faded and your face because dull as your thoughts seemed to consume you.

It was a silent right that night, as we headed west into the forest. The owl's constant questioning and the wolf's wail of warning made it all the more eerie as we made our way into the shrouded woods. The trees had no paths between them as we guided our horses away from any thickets or fallen logs. The shadows cast by the moon's dimmed light seemed to loom over us. Thankful for at least the small light we were able to carry no lantern that night.

The light appear just to the right in the distance to far to tell what it was just yet. We slowed almost to a stop and armed ourselves and unsheathed. Jumping down from the horses and clicking the trained steeds to stay as we had seen before. We swiftly carried ourselves into the shadows and closed in on the now flickering glow. Catching the glow seemed to be challenging as it seemed to move much faster than we could carry our stride. When suddenly it disappeared an eerie feeling overtook us and when returning to our horses to find them gone we understood we had been easily tricked as the cat was always curious.