Chapter 13.3- The Seadragon's Roar
Added 2025-07-24 22:44:29 +0000 UTC“Ughhh. We’re so stupid” I groaned into my glove when I realised just exactly what we were doing wrong. Vaemond’s gaze turned to me, eyes sharp.
“Do you have something to say, Laenor?”
“Yes, uncle. We’e following their route but we don’t need to. We know exactly where they are going. We should find an easier troute so we can cut them off even quicker” I said. It made sense to me, at least. They were proceeding on foot, and this rout would work to their advantage rather than ours, the uneven and often interrupted terrain would interrupt the horses and not give them the time to gather any momentum as well as run the risk of breaking their legs. We’d already lost one horse to a broken leg when it got stuck in a root, and it was just luck that had thus far prevented us from suffering even more injuries.
“You’re right” he said with a growl of his own. He clearly wasn’t pleased at not having thought of it himself, but regardless, he ordered us to turn and begin searching for the route we had used to get here. Thankfully enough, it only took about five minutes to find a better route to the village, and once we did, we began to book it, riding as quickly as we could without risking serious accidents. To my shame, I fell behind once we increased the pace. I was a passable horse rider, but the fact that it was not something I got to train much when it didn’t release to jousting meant that compared to these experienced knights, I was far from acceptable.
At least, I had the advantage of not getting sore. I rode a dragon for days and nights, a lesser mount like this one would not be the end of me. It meant I was relatively fresh when we crossed the treeline to be greeted with a burning village. At least a village that had just been heavily set on fire. It was almost comical, the situation. We rode out from the forest just in time to see the pirates begin their retreat as they began to run straight in their direction.
“Kill them to the last man,” Vaemond shouted.
“The Old, the True…” I called
“The brave!” The knights behind me answered as we charged at full force.
