Hi Readers
Sorry for the late update. We have had a family emergency, and I just didn't have it in me to post as I have been exhausted. This is the first break I've had to post, so please enjoy the update.
The only reason that Kay was still alive was that her armour had taken the blow that would have torn her head off. And the only reason she hadn’t been knocked unconscious when hitting the water was the ice-cold temperature.
The blow, which she had never seen coming, was so powerful that it had shattered her armour. Leaving her vulnerable to the impact of crashing into the water below her. Air was forced out of her mouth as she landed in the water in a twisted position. Agony exploded, but she curled up, forcing herself to hold her breath by pinching her nose closed, instead of inhaling from the shock of the water’s temperature.
Despite the water being deep, the current was fast, and she found her body bashing into everything that was in the water with her. It didn’t matter that she was a good swimmer; the current was too fast, and she was hurt. She wasn’t sure how badly yet, but her body was screaming at her. Her lungs were quickly following suit.
She planted her feet on what she thought was a rock or the underside of the river and kicked off. The pain was so bad that for a second her vision failed, and she forgot that she was holding her breath.
Filthy, cold water flooded her mouth and lungs just before she broke the surface of the water. Panic was creeping in, but she wouldn’t let it dominate her. She had spent too long forcing unneeded feelings down.
Instead of swimming directly to shore, she took the angled approach, knowing that it would require less energy but would take more time. Her limbs were leaden and numb, but still she fought to reach the bank. Time meant nothing as she tried to cough and breathe, while the swollen riven tried to drag her further away. She needed to get to land. More rain would come soon, and if she remained in the river, it would spell the end of her.
She didn’t know how long it took her, but eventually, she grabbed a fistful of moss-like plants growing along the riverbank. She was spent, her breathing coming out in ragged gasps, but she could already feel her hand slipping from the strength of the river. She needed to drag herself from the water and fast.
Fist over fist, she pulled herself from the river, her tired and sore muscles screaming in protest. Eventually, her legs found purchase, and she used them to help get her out of the water. While the right was able to do what it wanted from her, the left screamed in protest.
“Just get me out of the water.” She muttered as she continued to pull herself along, and her right leg pushed against the mud.
Eventually, after almost falling back into the river a few times, Kay was able to get most of her body up onto land. She was spent, but far more spent than she should have been just fighting the power of the river. Her mind was foggy, and she wondered if she had hit her head.
She rolled to her back, with her feet still in the water and tentatively touched her head. There were no bumps, no blood, but still, she felt her consciousness starting to slip. She shook her head, grunted, and sat up, freezing when she saw the cause of her fading consciousness.
White bone surrounded by torn flesh below her knee was showing through her left torn pants leg. While the blood wasn’t pumping out, it wasn’t a trickle either.
Time!
Her brain screamed at her that she didn’t have a lot of time. She was going to lose consciousness and soon, and with this injury, she would die.
Biting down hard on the inside of her cheek, the pain triggered just enough adrenaline for her to do what she needed. Grabbing her shirt with one hand and her teeth, she tried to tear it into haphazard strips, while the other hand sought the thick clumps of moss nearby.
Stop the bleeding.
Her brain was still screaming survival advice, and she wished that it would shut up and work on keeping her conscious long enough to stem the blood. Once she had enough strips, she took a deep breath and shoved the moss into the gaping wound.
The pain was sharp and immediate. Her brain immediately went silent, and she knew that she didn’t have much time. She wrapped a strip of material around the moss, then another, and the third she knotted as tightly as she could as she screamed in agony. The trickle had slowed to an ooze, but it was all Kay could do as the world suddenly tilted sideways and she collapsed into the mud, unconscious.
Kay is in big trouble now.
For those of you who have never heard of Fell Dragon you can find Book 1 here, Book 2 here, Book 3 here, and Book 4 here, Book 5 here, Book 6 here, Book 7 here, and Book 8 here
If you have any questions, feel free to ask me. I love discussing my books!
As the series continues, it will combine with another book series I wrote. To avoid confusion about what is happening, introductory chapters will be introduced separately so that you don't have to be lost. However, these chapters will contain spoilers. You can find these chapters here:
Races Explained
Banishment
Royal Guard
Saasha’s Direct Family
Saith Characters Recap
Human Characters Recap
Alternate Timeline Brucel
If you want to join the Reader's list, just ask or follow me for updates on this and my other stories.
Haven't read the other parts yet? Follow these handy links:
Part 127>>You are Here>>Part 128
Reader's List
