An Arrow to the Heart by K. R. Bacher EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: K. R. Bacher
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-Sylvie-
The heavy lengths of Sylvie’s linen oat-coloured dress were now a putrid
muddy brown and slick with algae from the stagnant water. The weight
of the sodden fabric clung to her legs as she stood thigh high in
something that closely resembled shit, the damned heaven forsaken place
certainly stank like it, the heat of the summer’s day only making it worse.
Sylvie could only presume that the bog was made up of a mix of remains
and worse, she shuddered at the thought of what lay in the murky depths
below.
It was positively rancid.
Nonetheless, putting one foot before the other she carried on,
trudging through the slush.
Come on, where are you?
Her feet squelched with each step, as water oozed through the
leather of her boots or at least, she silently prayed that it was just that,
water, despite knowing it definitely wasn’t. Sylvie swallowed hard, forcing
the thought out. Her lips were pinched shut as she trained her eyes,
scanning the muddy brown waters before she gleefully proclaimed, “I see
it!”
Turns out the travelling merchant hadn’t lied after all, for she had
begun to worry that she’d been covered in shit for nought, but no, indeed
there it was. Sylvie let out a sigh, the smile on her face growing as she
uttered her thanks to the Gods.
It stood out like a jewel in a sea of dung. The chestnut chest. A
delicately gilded tapestry of gold leaves and vines adorned its surface
catching the midday sun, making it just about visible as it sat there in its
throne of debris. The wooden chest was compiled of warm browns utterly
different from the cool browns of the swamp, with a hint of reddish
undertones.
The merchant had told her the tall tale of how a lone harpy lunged at
their caravans from the mountains above, clawing and slashing at them with
brutal force. Mercifully though the harpy hadn’t managed to snare them
with its song and they had been able to chase the beast away. They had
gotten away unscathed but they had lost one of their supply wagons down
the cliffside, into the putrid bog.
It was at this point the merchants had
accepted their losses and moved on. However, Sylvie knew this was an
opportunity not to be missed, for similarly to the harpy, she knew the kind
of goods the travelling merchants dealt in. One folk’s loss would be
another’s treasure.
The chest must have gotten snagged in the old roots of the long dead
willow on its fall from the cliffside. She had hoped this may have been the
case when she heard the merchant’s recount.
“Well, hurry up and get it!” Valeska called out coughing whilst
swatting at the air where she stood at the edge of the bog, waiting with a
displeased look on her face.
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