Geokhan and Tim made good time in tracking the Zaunites and Geokhan was pleased to not see Dr. Mundo there among the ranks. These brutes were all green and had some sort of transmitter attached to their heads. There were twenty of them and they looked eager.
“Feeds the drugs into their system and might allow control by a scientist.” whispered Geokhan.
“Then, we find the scientists and kill them. They are heading to the ranch. They need time, time we can get by killing the masters.” Tim whispered back, but Geokhan was already shaking his head.
“We kill the controllers and the beasts go on an uncontrolled rampage. The beasts need killed off…we draw them into a trap. Tim…You need to take your fastest horse to Demacia or the nearest outpost and tell them Geokhan sent you.”
“Wait…What are you…No, Geoff! You can’t fight all of them!”
“Neither can a militia. You need Demacian troops. I can distract them long enough to allow you to get a company here. This I can do.”
“It’s riskier than anything I have seen you do. You can’t do this!”
“I CAN! I survived when I had a shattered arm and broken ribs and was bleeding out! I survived a plague that ravaged one of the most powerful people ever! I survived when I was cast out of EVERYTHING! I will survive this! If I don’t, then my life will be given to buy the lives of your family and friends and it will be worth it. NOW GO! Go for Jim….did you realize your nickname rhymes with Jim?”
“Now isn’t the time for that…I never thought of that…I just named Jim after his grandpa…Goodbye Geokhan.”
“May your horse never tire and the road smooth.”
“Same to you, summoner.” Tim disappeared in the bushes.
Geokhan turned back to the beasts and planned out his next move. They were heading for Tim’s ranch. Geokhan had to draw them away. He grew a single shard and held it up to his eye, in thought. He threw it at the nearest beast and it stuck in its neck. Geokhan bolted away with all twenty of the creatures in hot pursuit, the bleeding one in the front yelling quite happily about his feelings for fresh meat.
Tim made it to his ranch and caught sight of the militia. Thirty farmers against twenty monsters. He knew they had no chance and Geokhan may die to save them. His brother had just come home and now Tim and Jim will lose their chance to know their family. Jim had so much he could learn from Geokhan, to harness his curiosity to create a life greater than Timothy could give him, to maybe become a summoner and live comfortably for the rest of his days, or maybe to find his home was simpler than politics and city life. Timothy found the ranch to be his calling, but he wanted Jim to follow his own path, but if the ranch is all that Jim learned of, why would he leave? This is why Geokhan needed to live, but if Geokhan didn’t do this they all could die.
Brad made his way from the crowd over to Timothy. “Tim! You’re back already? What’d ya find?”
“Twenty Zaunite monsters here to kill Geoff and any who know him. I need Bolt. I’m going to the military.”
Brad looked around and quietly asked Timothy, “Where is…it?”
“Geoff is buying us time and you will show him the respect due to him by never calling him ‘it’ again, or I will personally cleave your head in. He may be buying our lives with his. Now get this horse to its stall.” Timothy dismounted and went to the prime stables.
The prime breeding horses where kept here and Bolt was the proud son of their best stallion, Thunder, and Bolt showed even more promise. His mother has a marathon runner and his father had been a sprinter, giving Bolt the best of both. This was exactly what Timothy needed. Bolt knew why Tim was there and eagerly pranced as Tim gathered the saddle.
“Dad? Where is Uncle Geokhan? Where are you going?”
There was Jim. He looked scared. Timothy knew this wouldn’t be a happy ending, people would die. He wanted to take Jim away from it, but he couldn’t ride Bolt with Jim and be back in time to save Geokhan.
“Uncle Geokhan…is still out scouting. He asked me to go get some Demacians to help.”
“Okay, Dad. Can I go with you?”
“I’m sorry…I can’t. Jim, go inside and hide. Do not come out until you hear me or Grandpa… or Uncle Geo. Do you understand?”
“Yeah, Dad…may your road stay smooth.” And with that Jim ran to the house. Timothy watched him get inside and pushed Bolt to run as fast as he could. Geokhan needed him to not hold up any longer.
Geokhan was thinking something along the same lines. He had already burnt most of his mana on sprints and his summoner spells had all been exhausted. They were ten miles away from the ranch and the Demacians were about that far away from the village. They would take a long time to march there and these brutes wouldn’t tire. Geokhan needed time to breathe and recharge… THERE! A hole. It was dirty, muddy, and, most importantly, deep. He leapt into the hole and the brutes ran past. They stopped a few yards later, having lost sight for too long and the scent was also gone. Geokhan waited as the beasts wandered about trying to find a trail. He would wait until he heard talk of going on without finding a trail or they got too close.
‘Hurry, Tim.’ Geokhan thought.
Timothy was riding as fast as he could without killing Bolt. He felt more than a little torn about not pushing Bolt harder, but that would be a betrayal of trust between friends…brothers even. Bolt had grown up with Timothy at his side, learning all about how people were and when Thunder only allowed Liam to ride him, so too did Bolt only allow Timothy. Bolt would have gotten more riding time, but recently he had been placed with mares to breed the next generation of horses. Bolt was quite happy to have this run, even if he didn’t understand what pressed Timothy to such haste.
Timothy saw the fortress ahead of him and he pushed Bolt to a final sprint. He was yelling at the gates to get the commander. Garen was the one who looked down at the lone horseman.
“Citizen, what is your business that requires my attention?”
“You almost need to see it to believe it, but Zaunites are attacking my village.”
Garen turned his back to Timothy and mumbled to the commander of the fort before replying to Timothy.
“Why would they attack you? Do you have something that belongs to them?”
“Geokhan is there and the Zaunites want him dead.”
“Geokhan is the new ambassador for the Brackern.”
“Which might explain the Zaunites’ dislike of the man, but attacking a village this far away?”
“Geokhan is isolated here and doesn’t have any allies that anyone knew of.”
“Geokhan is a guest in Demacia and deserves the respect our nation can give him. If we arrive to find him sold for your village, we will punish those responsible. I assume you know how many Zaunites we are dealing with.”
“There are about twenty monsters that are hooked up to strange devices on their heads. They look like Mundo. We only have thirty strong men to form a militia.”
“Mundo?” Turning his back to Timothy again, Garen orders the gate opened and for the Dauntless Vanguard to fall in with ever other man bearing a torch. “Zaunite scum has attacked one of OUR villages! Let us show them our JUSTICE! Vanguard MARCH!”
Timothy scowled as he led the way. Bolt was walking, which was about four times slower than he wanted to go. “Geoff…keep going…”
Geokhan saw and heard the one thing he didn’t want to. They were forcing Geokhan out by attacking another ranch. He still was mana hungry and tired, but he had to keep them following him. He leaped out of the bushes.
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