Encounters in the Dark
Jump smiled as she saw the sun crest Indian Peak, bathing her in the warmth of its early morning glow. It felt good to be in the land of her ancestors, especially after months at war. She laughed as Kip darted into the scrub, determined to catch a lizard that had darted across the path. The other scouts chased after, curious to see whether the dog would win its race, and they were not disappointed.
Kip seemed to be gaining on the lizard, when it suddenly darted into its hole. The dog pawed at the hole and tried to stick his snout in, determined to catch the reptile. After a few minutes, he sat on his haunches and let out a howl of frustration. All the scouts had joined at this point and chuckled at the dog’s plight while a few started digging at the hole, urging him on.
After a few minutes, the dog and scouts had dug out the hole, and the lizard darted from its hiding place, sending Kip back in pursuit. As the lizard slipped under Jump, Kip followed, bowling her over. Jump and Kip collapsed into a tangled mess of limbs, fur, and flesh, laughing as she struggled to hold back her obsessed dog.
The scouts’ game had drawn the attention of the main camp, and soon children were running everywhere, laughing as Kip chased after them. Jump stood off to the side, pleased to be home. The simple pleasures in life helped to forget all the horrors that had happened in the lands of the Canaanites…
Eventually, the White Legs returned to their camp and settled into their daily routine. Jump and the other scouts helped check the traps, but they were otherwise left to their own devices. After helping Echo set up a tent, she decided it was finally time to see Albert once more. Calling out to Kip, Jump left the camp along the path she could not forget.
The sun was beginning to set as she neared Albert’s home. Not much had changed since she had last seen the Old One, but his flock of bighorners seemed to have disappeared. The wind whistled through his scrap metal shack, and a faint light poked out through the gaps in the walls. Jump hesitated for a moment, simultaneously eager and afraid. She finally steeled her nerves and opened the door, revealing the Old One hunched over his worktable, silhouetted by the faint light of a lamp.
The ancient man groaned as he turned to face his visitor, an unintelligible emotion flashing across his monstrous face. “Uhhh, i-i-it v-v-ver-r…good t-t…” Jump trailed off as her words fled in the face of Albert’s silence.
Albert grimaced and refused to lock eyes with the scout. “You must leave. I am not a good teacher, and I was wrong to have tried,” he spat out. Jump fell to her knees, distraught, and began to babble in her people’s language, desperately trying to make him understand. The Old One steeled himself once more and held his hand up to silence her. “You are like a daughter to me, but I can not be your father. I am sorry,” he managed to say. With that, he rose from his chair, joints screaming, and ushered the scout from his home. She was all tears, but Albert had convinced himself it was the right thing to do long ago. He guided her into the night and closed the door on his involvement with the White Legs.
Jump was in the dark. Tears freely ran down her face, and she could not comprehend why Albert had abandoned her. Kip nuzzled her leg in a futile attempt at comfort, and the pair stumbled back in the direction of Indian Peak. Jump was barely able to see and only kept to the path thanks to her honed instincts and Kip’s subtle nudges.
Suddenly, a gruff voice called out from the darkness, “Halt! Who goes there?” A torch suddenly burst into life, and Jump made out two legionaries through her tears. They had strayed far from the camp, and Jump could not understand why.
“I am Jump, White Leg scout. My people are friends of Caesar,” the scout responded. She began to shuffle a few steps forward when one of the legionaries raised his spear. “Let me past!” Jump exclaimed.
One of the legionaries chuckled evilly and looked to the other. “I think she’s all alone except for that mangy mutt.” The other nodded, and the pair advanced on Jump. She stepped back but stumbled on a branch in the trail. She tried to unsling her rifle, but the first legionary shoved her to the ground and knelt on top of her. He pulled her rifle loose and tossed it to the side, out of reach. Before Jump could scream, the legionary had placed his massive hand over her mouth, muffling all sound.
Kip snarled at the legionaries and leapt at the man on Jump, tearing into his forearm with fearsome canines. The man tried to get the dog off, freeing Jump to scream her help. Suddenly, Kip let out a yelp and was sent flying to the side of the trail. He was laying in a crumpled pile of fur and blood, the shaft of a spear buried deep in his side. The second legionary came into Jump’s view and covered her mouth once more. “Bandage up your arm, I’ve earned first go at her,” he snarled to the first man.
The scout put up one final struggle, desperate to free herself from the legionary. Sudden pain shot through the side of her head, and her vision began to swim from the legionary’s blow. “I like a little fight. The slave girls are never so fun,” he chuckled. His evil grin filled Jump’s vision as she fought the call of darkness, resigned to her fate. As he leaned in close, shock flashed across his face, and Jump felt his body go limp. She heaved his bulk to the side and saw Albert above her, his tomahawk coated in the legionary’s blood.
The second man had seen his comrade’s death and hesitated for a moment. One girl and a decrepit old man were surely no match. He finally decided to take them on, but his hesitation would prove his undoing. Jump’s head was swimming, and she could feel the darkness’ embrace grow ever stronger, but she fought the siren’s call. She scrambled across the trail, oblivious to the thorns biting into her limbs; she only had eyes for her rifle. As her heart seemed ready to beat out of her chest, Jump shouldered her rifle and lined up a shot. She squeezed the trigger, instantly killing the legionary, before giving in to the darkness…
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