(note: ok, due to life being what it is, i've pretty much had to give up on "winning" NaNoWriMo...but I'm not going to give up on Jessica. NaNo was at least the catalyst to start the story that has been begging to be told.)
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CHAPTER 8: On the Run
Jessica fled across the snowy hills, not sure where she was going or what she would do when she got there. She headed towards the moon, this time. She figured it must be setting now, as it was clearly much lower in the sky than before. West, then, she went West.
After a while, her legs began to cramp up from the running, and she knew she would have to stop and rest soon. A few more hills later, as she thought her legs would carry her no farther, she finally spotted a small cave in a hillside. Going closer, she peered inside and saw only darkness. Too tired to worry about any potential threats deep inside, Jessica entered the cave about ten feet, and slumped down against the wall. Her head tilted to one side and she was asleep within moments.
She wasn’t sure what time it was when she was awoken by the sound of a loud horn blaring into the air. Jessica looked out over the snowfields and saw about ten horses, men astride, heading in her general direction. She looked around the snowfields wondering where she might escape to, and saw only the empty hills. Jess pulled back into the cave a bit further, not having a source of light she didn’t dare go too far. She tried to find a balance between how far in the cave she could go and still maintain some form of sight of presence. As her eyes adjusted, she would inch back every twenty seconds or so. Step by step, the horses drew closer to the cave.
When they were about three hundred yards from the cave, Jess knew she was out of luck. She could see the men clearly now, agents of Treynor all. (describe them in detail). They were clearly hunting for her. The one in the lead was going in a stable pace, his eyes more on the ground while the others kept an eye watching the fields. It was then that Jessica realized he was a tracker…following her tracks in the snow. Even though it was too dark to see, Jess pulled back into the blackness of the cave.
A light appeared behind her. It was dim, but growing fast. Following the light was the sound of many feet moving through the cave. Jessica pulled herself tight against the wall, an unknown entity deep in the cave and one just outside the cave, both approaching fast. As the light revealed more of itself, she saw it was actually about six separate lights, carried by the little purple people, the Narfalg. There were about twenty of them combined, all but one of which ignored her as they ran past her, out of the cave, and towards the horsemen.
As they charged, the Narfalg began to scream and shout, spooking the horses. The little men waved large sticks and made such loud whooping noises that the horses began to stomp and buck their rides. The men all held on, each gripped the reins tightly to avoid falling off. The one Narfalg that held back grabbed Jessica by the wrist, and pulled her deeper into the cave, out of sight of what happened next in the fields.
Jessica stumbled along in the darkness, a cold hand pulling her along. She could feel the gravity in her legs telling her they were headed down, deep into the earth at a quick descent. After about ten minutes of this, she began to see a light on the other side of the tunnel. As the light grew brighter, she could see where they were going. The Narfalg led her out of the tunnel and into a large open area that had been cut into the earth. The light source came from a few well placed torches along many of the huts that were in this open area. The huts were identical to the ones she had seen topside just a few hours previously.
Once they entered into the main area, their pace slowed down. The purple man began to speak.
“My apologies for pulling you so quickly, but we had to escape those humans.”, he said.
Jessica stared around in wonder, amazed at all this race had accomplished. Far from the dirty creatures she had first fought with only two days ago, she now saw a clean civilized people, with an industry of their own as evidenced by the creatures pulling carts of cloth and weapons around the area.
“I understand…and thanks for pulling me out of that. I had a feeling those guys were going to haul me back to Treynor.”, she said. At the mention of the name, all those within earshot stopped what they were doing and looked over at her. She saw a mixture of emotions on their faces, some of fear, some anger, and some outright hatred towards Treynor.
“umm…yeah.”, said Jessica. “I’m Jess, by the way.”
“Montag.”, said the Narfalg.
“Nice to meet you, Montag.”, she said.
The creature laughed. “No, Montag means ‘hello’ to you humans. My name is Jondar.”
Jessica blushed, embarrassed. “Sorry.”, she said.
“No apologies needed,” said Jondar. “You do not know our peoples, or our language. But it is time for you to learn.”
Jondar once again took Jessica’s hand, and led her around the village.