**The Heal Slut: Part One – The Beginning**
Tirron growled to himself as he looked up into the sky. The sun was bright and the day was hot. The sweat was uncomfortable, but not unfamiliar. The wind was still today, though normally it blew in behind them as they followed the road away from the sea.
“Whats the matter?” His riding companion asked in a low voice, eyeing Tirron from the side. Pitrin was a warrior mercenary like Tirron himself, but less skilled with a sword and more with a bow. But his lack of emotions often irritated Tirron, whose own anger was easily stirred.
“Its fucking hot. Ready for a cool bed and liquor.” Tirron complained at his companion. Pitrin shrugged and looked forward to the leader of the caravan.
“Harvey says we should arrive today. Is that not soon enough?” The human spoke with a small smile. Tirron growled again and shook his head, urging his horse forward.
“Take up the rear, Pitrin. I’m going to head up front for awhile.” Tirron ordered his companion, riding away before the human could respond that neither of them were in charge. Tirron didn’t care and shook his head, using his hand to pull his braid away from his neck.
“Tirron. Want a drink?” Ramona Drumwind asked as he approached the cart at the front, where some of the other warriors rested. Ramona sat on the back of the cart, blonde hair shining in the sun. A bead of sweat caught his eye as it rolled down her neck and towards her cleavage. It only served as a reminder of what else Tirron desired, aside from a plump bed and a stiff drink. Ramona belonged to Harvey, but she would have been a lovely fuck on the way to New Ingleston.
“Perhaps later.” Tirron growled, bringing a smirk to the woman’s lips as she traced his breath gaze and leaned slightly forward in teasing him.
“Don’t keep me waiting.” She declared and glanced to the other side of the cart. Tirron lingered, taking in her plump form once more before guiding his horse forward and up next to the group at the head of the small caravan.
“I’m just saying that perhaps we can haggle with Rudolph on the prices. He needs the medicine and the weapons, I’m sure. Let alone the need for the Green Leaf.” The man on the left spoke quickly and seemingly urgently. Fedrick was a short man, bald, and unskilled for anything except bartering. Harvey kept him close and out of trouble, having some affection for the man due to his help many years ago. Tirron didn’t care to remember the tale, as often as Fedrick told it.
“Fed, Rudolph may not be able to afford increased prices but feel welcome to haggle a bit more. You may be able to force him to his breaking point.” Harvey responded with a bit of disinterest, his eyes scanning the way forward. Though he sent a scout forward, Harvey was a careful man and kept the caravan safe since our journey from the coast.
“Very well. I’m sure someone else at least would by the Green Leaf at a higher price. I’ll check around when we arrive.” Fedrick looked back and noticed Tirron as he approached, scowling at the large horned man. Last night, Fedrick was telling a story of killing a demon-blood, without realizing Tirron was listening. In a fit of anger, Tirron grabbed Fedrick and threatened him with showing what a demon-blood could actually do. Fedrick nearly pissed himself in fear, but Harvey calmed them both without taking sides.
“I’m going to rest for a bit, Harvey.” Fedrick declared and wheeled his horse around. Harvey looked over his shoulder, noticing Tirron and smirked as he understood Fedrick’s sudden departure. Harvey waved his hand toward Tirron and motioned him forward.
“The scout hasn’t reported back yet, but Thodek is skilled. We have traveled here before and the Orks are a few hills in that direction, but never bother us when we have guards.” Harvey told Tirron as he pulled his horse up along side. Ahead, the plains gave way to a sparse forest and it would be prime battleground for an ambush, if one was coming.
“The Orks wouldn’t attack us until we get up to the forest. Thodek is agile, he would be able to escape unless he was killed. I don’t think it likely. How long for New Ingleston?” Tirron asked, glancing at the rolling hills to the north of them. An Ork clan nearby a village would be dangerous, but Harvey didn’t seem unnerved. Tirron knew he would give fierce battle if they were attack.
“At this rate, probably a couple hours. Pushing faster would be more dangerous, but we should arrive by afternoon at least. Would you take the lead for a bit? I would like to see Ramona and check on Theo before we arrive.” Harvey turned to Tirron to see an honest answer. Tirron nodded towards the man and let a small smile play on his lips.
“I shall return, my friend.” Harvey slowed his horse, letting the horse-driven carts catch up to him. Tirron kept his eyes scanning around, mostly forward towards the trees. The warriors in the lead cart that protected Ramona and Theo would have eyes out as well as weapons at the ready. The rest of our party were in the three carts that trailed behind, with most of the other children in the last cart with the other warriors.
We came up the trees at last and I was suspicious at the scout still being out. He would have checked the immediate forest out and then returned, but perhaps he had found other trouble and was resting waiting for us to catch up. Harvey’s horse began to approach again and had a scowl on his face.
“Still no sign of Thodek?” He asked and Tirron shook his head. Harvey scanned to the south, while Tirron kept his eyes north and looked for trouble.
Our suspicious were confirmed as the sound of battle begin. Several roars came first, followed by the sound of metal on metal. All of it came from the rear.
“Tirron!” Harvey ordered and the quarter-demon reared his horse around quickly and took off a swift gallop towards the rear as he stopped the caravan and gathered the other warriors.
The sight was harsh, bright blood on the ground. A horse, slain with arrows to its neck and heart and half underneath it lay the former warrior, Pitrin. His arms still held a bow and a arrow, but loosely as if he died before he could loose it. His face was anger, throat sliced and blood seeping from arrows to his midsection.
Further away, the battle was in earnest as human warriors fought against three large Orks. Behind the Orks were two smaller green beings, goblins that shot arrows when they could. Whimpers of fright came from the carts.
Tirron was thrust into a rage, skin turning from a light pink to red as one hand went to his back and pulled his large sword from its holster. He urged his horse faster and took the two archers by surprise, using speed and the honed blade to cleave both of them in half with one swing.
It was then Tirron saw the true enemy. A beautiful light-green skinned woman stood not far away, a long staff in her hands as she chanted. Her brown hair was loose as wind swirled around her and went nearly to her waist. Tirron could sense the magic surrounding her and shifting through her staff and into the warriors that were now behind him.
“Ahh. A warrior worth my time.” Her voice came, deeper and more lovely than Tirron had imagined. She waved the staff towards the north and a beam of light shot from the end and towards the forest. From within, Tirron heard several more roars, more Orks that would assault the rest of the caravan, possibly overtaking Harvey and the warriors at the front.
Tirron whirled his horse around once more and managed to get a swipe at one of the closest Ork warriors, cleaving into his side and giving his opponent a chance to stab his sword up into his stomach. From behind him, chanting came and Tirron pulled his sword back and rode hard towards the Priestess.
“Come, my sweet.” She called out loudly and waved her staff in a half circle, then a stab towards her opponent. Tirron felt the pulse of energy hit his chest and easily unseat him. Tirron hit the ground on his back, hard. The wind left his lungs and eyes went dark for several moments. Tirron didn’t expect the spell, though he should have.
“Tirron!” A call came at my back, one of the warriors rushing towards him. But in his haste to help Tirron, he was slain from behind by one of the reinforcements. The sight brought Tirron back to the battle and the quarter demon pushed himself to his feet. With a swift strike, Tirron took the Ork by surprise, not expecting him to get up so quickly. The Ork fell to the ground, his arm dangling at his side as blood poured out of his shoulder.
Tirron saw Harvey and some of the other warriors joining the battle now, giving reprieve to the few remaining here. The ladies in the last cart began to urge the children out and towards the front and, hopefully, safety.
“Can’t let this go on much longer..” Tirron heard the Priestess over the battle that surged. Tirron stalked towards her, scowling as his anger once more built in his chest. This woman led the battle and the demise of his comrades. She was responsible and she should die, Tirron knew.
“What is your name, woman?” Tirron growled as he approached her, holding his sword with both hands. Her face looked at his, bright brown eyes piercing his dark eyes. She tilted her head with a smile.
“My name is Sybil. I am a Priestess of the Lady Orianna and the Lord Lin-Eros. And you, dear warrior?” She declared, bowing at her waist as if this was a proper introduction. A wave of magic still surrounded her and brought strange feelings to Tirron.
“My name is Tirron Maldrek and you will die today!” He yelled and rushed towards her, holding his sword out and preparing his own limited magic around him to prepare for her strike.
“Tirron.” She uttered and the word drifted from her lips in a pink mist that resembled Tirron’s skin before his anger turned it red. The warrior tried to swing through the mist, urging his magic along with the strike but it didn’t help. The mist came towards Tirron and he felt his world shift, his mind shift.
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