CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Thor sat deep in the boat, lined up with the others on the long wooden benches, both hands on the thick wooden oar as he rowed, Krohn sitting at his feet. He sweated beneath the sun, as he had for days and, breathing hard, wondered when this would ever end. The journey felt endless. At first, their sails had carried them, but then the wind had died abruptly, and all of the boys on the ship had been set to the task of rowing.
Thor sat there, somewhere in the middle of the long and narrow boat, Reese behind him and O'Connor in front, and wondered how much more of this they could stand. He had never engaged in such hard labor for so long, and every muscle in his body shook. His shoulders, wrists, forearms, biceps, his back, his neck and even his thighs - they all felt as if they would give out. His hands trembled, and his palms were raw. A few of the other Legion had already collapsed in exhaustion. This island, whatever it was they were going, felt as if it were on the far side of the world. He prayed for wind.
They were only given a brief break at nighttime, allowed to sleep for just fifteen minute shifts, while others relieved them. As he had lay there in the boat in the black of night, with Krohn curled up beside him, it had been the blackest and clearest night he had ever seen, the entire world filled with sparkling red and yellow stars; luckily, the summer weather had held, and it had not been too cold. The moist breezes of the ocean had cooled him and he had fallen asleep in moments - only to be awakened minutes later. He wondered if this was part of The Hundred, if this was their way of beginning to break them.
He was seriously starting to wonder what else lay in store for them, and whether he could handle it. His stomach growled; last night he had been given tack, a small strip of salted beef, and a small flask of rum to wash it down. He had given half of it to Krohn, who chewed it in one bite then immediately whined for more. Thor felt terrible he had no more to give him. But he hadn't had a good meal in days himself, and he was already starting to miss the comforts of home.
"How much longer will this go on?" Thor heard a boy, a couple of years older than he, call out to another boy.
"Long enough to kill us all," another boy called out, breathing hard.
"You've been to the island before," one boy called out to another, an older one, who sat there rowing, somber. "How long until we reach it? How far are we?"
The older boy, tall, muscle-bound, shrugged.
"Hard to say," he said. "We haven't even reached the rain wall yet. "
"Rain wall?" the other boy called out.
But the big boy, breathing hard, fell silent again, and the ship slipped back into silence. All Thor could hear, incessantly, was the sound of oars hitting water.
Thor looked down for the millionth time, squinting against the glare of the sun, and marveled at the yellow color of the water. It was clear in places, especially close to the surface, and as he looked, he saw several exotic sea creatures swimming alongside the boat, trailing them, as if trying to keep up. He saw a long, purple snake, nearly the length of the boat, with a dozen heads on it, spaced out all along its body. As they went, its heads extended from the body, up into the open air, razor-sharp teeth opening and closing. Thor could not imagine what it was doing. Was it breathing? Was it trying to catch some insects in the air? Or was it threatening them?
Thor could hardly imagine what sort of strange creatures lay in store where they were going. He tried not to think about it. It was a different part of the world, and anything was possible. Would that be part of the training? He had a sinking feeling that it would.
One of the boys, a tall, frail boy who Thor recognized from the playing fields, suddenly leaned over on his oar and collapsed, about ten feet away. He slumped sideways, then fell with a thud onto the wooden floor. It was the boy from the exercise with the shields, the one who had been afraid to do it, who had been made to run extra laps. Thor had felt bad for him; he still did.
Without thinking, Thor stopped rowing, jumped from his seat and rushed to his side. He was dimly aware that it was against the rules for him to leave his seat, but he just reacted, seeing his fellow Legion member in trouble. He turned him over, looked at his face. His face was too red, his skin burnt from the sun, and his lips too dry and chapped. He was alive, but his breathing was shallow.
"Get up!" Thor urged, shaking him.
The boy's eyes fluttered.
"I can't do it anymore," he answered weakly.
"Get up!" Thor whispered urgently. "Get up quickly! Before they see you!"
"THORGRIN!" screamed Kolk.
Thor felt a hard boot kick in the small of his back, and went flying forward, face first, onto the floor of the boat. The wood stung his face and palms as he hit.
"WHAT DO YO THINK YOU'RE DOING!?"
Thor was indignant, red-faced with rage, but he held himself from doing anything rash. He turned and looked up.
"He collapsed!" Thor protested. "I was just helping - "
"You NEVER leave your seat! For ANY reason! We don't baby each other here. If he falls, let him fall!" Kolk screamed, standing over Thor, hands on his hips. Thor felt a fresh hatred for the man. What stung more than the kick was being yelled at in front of the other boys. It hurt his pride, and Thor vowed revenge. Sometimes, as a commander, Kolk was just too harsh.
Krohn came running to his side, and snarled back at Kolk.
At the site of him, Kolk seemed to be wary of coming any closer. Instead, he pointed a shaking finger towards his seat.
"Now get back there!" he screamed, "Or I'll throw you off this boat myself!"
Thor rose to one knee, when suddenly he spotted something over Kolk's shoulder that made him freeze.
"LOOK OUT!" Thor screamed, pointing.
Kolk spun, but it was already too late. Thor had no choice: he dove forward, and tackled Kolk, knocking him down to the ground - and just in time.
A split second later there was a resounding boom, and a cannonball came flying through the air, right for them. It soared across the deck of the ship, just passing where Kolk had been standing; it nearly grazed his head as he hit the deck. It singed the top railing, and there was the sound of wood splintering; miraculously, it did not do serious damage to the ship, as the cannonball sailed by and landed with a huge splash in the water.
Because of Thor's warning, all the other Legion members ducked just in time. As one, they, on the floor, raised their heads and looked out.
There, on the horizon, rowing towards them, was a huge black ship. It sailed with a yellow flag, with an emblem of a black shield in its center, two horns protruding from it.
"Empire ship!" Kolk screamed.
It was closing in fast, its large cannon pointed right at them, and manned with at least a hundred soldiers. The ships were unequally matched: theirs was larger, had a cannon, and was packed with more soldiers. Worse, their ship was manned with Empire savages - huge, overflowing with muscles, with red skin and horns sticking from their bald heads, large yellow eyes, a small triangle for noses, and impossibly wide jaws, with rows of razor-sharp teeth, and two large fangs sticking out on either end. They were formidable creatures, and they stood on the deck, wielding swords and salivating at the sight of their ship.
"MAN THE GALLEYS!" Kolk screamed, re-gaining his feet.
The boys broke into action. Thor hardly knew what was happening, or what he was supposed to do, but the older boys seemed to fall into place.
"ARCHERS TO THE FRONT!" Kolk screamed. "Prepare your arrows! All others set the arrows aflame!"
All around Thor, the older boys, more disciplined, hurried forward to the edge of the ship as they grabbed bows and arrows from racks off the side of the ship. The younger Legion members raced to their side, grabbing rags, dipping them in oil, wrapping them onto the end of the arrows, and lighting them on fire.
Thor wanted to help. He saw an archer kneeling, with no one helping him, and he rushed into action. He ran to his side, dipped a rag in oil, tied it
to his arrow, and lit it as he placed it on the string. The boy immediately pulled back and fired, as did dozens of others around him.
The arrows, alight with flames, sailed through the air; most fell short, hissing as they landed in the sea, while about a dozen of them landed on the enemy ship. But they landed on the decks, falling short of the huge canvas sails, missing their marks. The savages, well-trained, immediately pounced on them and put them out. The first volley had done no damage.
The Empire, on the other hand, adjusted its cannon and fired again.
"DOWN!" screamed Kolk.
Thor, heart pounding, hit the deck face first with all the others - and pulled Krohn down with him. There came another boom, and another cannonball went flying past - again grazing the ship, though this time, with a cracking noise, it managed to take out a good chunk of the railing, wood splintering and sending it like missiles over Thor's head.
"BACK TO THE BOWS!" Kolk yelled.
The archers took their places again, and Thor rushed over to help, lighting an arrow and handing it to an archer, who immediately placed it on the string and let it fly. The boat was closer, and this time they had more luck. The Empire ship, fearless, came in fast, not worried about closing the gap, hardly fifty yards away. They must have figured they could overtake them so quickly, the arrows would do no harm.
That was their big mistake. This time, several dozen of the flaming arrows hit the sails; while the savages put some of them out, enough of them caught. In moments, their sails were in flames.
"GET DOWN!" Kolk yelled.
Thor looked up just in time to see the savages standing on the edge of the railing, holding huge spears, and throwing them right at their ship.
Thor dove down, pulling Krohn, his heart pounding, as spears whizzed through the air all around him and he heard them puncturing the wood.
He heard a scream, and turned to see one of his brothers, an older boy he did not know, scream out, clutching his arm, punctured by a spear and gushing blood. Thor quickly surveyed the others and saw that, luckily, none of the others seemed badly hurt, or worse, dead. Most had managed to take cover in time.
Thor looked back up and saw the Empire ship was even closer. Now maybe thirty yards away, he could see the yellows of the savages' eyes. Their ship was engulfed in flames, but their warriors seemed hardly to care. They were rowing twice as hard, preoccupied with reaching their ship and apparently, taking it over. Krohn barked and snarled at the foreign ship.
"THE SPEARS!" Kolk yelled, as he ran over and grabbed one himself. "HURL THEM BACK!"
All around Thor the boys jumped into action, hurrying over to grab the spears stuck in the wood. Thor rushed over and grabbed one himself, yanking it out of the wood. It was thick and long and was stuck surprisingly deep; it took all his might to get it out.
But he did. He ran to the edge of the ship, and surveyed his target. Beside him, Reese and Elden hurled spears, and Thor watched as they fell short, landing in the water. All around him the boys spears fell short. Very few hit the ship, and those that did missed their targets.
Thor set his sights on a single, thick rope, high up on the enemy ship, holding the main mast in place. He closed his eyes and focused, feeling an energy rise up within him, feeling his body grow warm. He tried to let his energy force take over, guide him, control him.
Thor took several steps forward, leaned back, and hurled the spear through the air.
He watched as it went flying, and felt a swell of pride as he sensed that it was on course.
It was a perfect strike.
The spear sliced the main rope in half, and it snapped with a resounding noise. As it did, their burning sail began to topple, then came crashing down, landing vertically across the ship, and engulfing the entire deck in flames.
Screams rang out from the savages, as many were caught on fire. Moments later their ship started rocking violently, and then it turned sideways and capsized, bodies jumping off into the water.
The Legion members let out a shout, victorious, and Thor wondered if anyone had seen the throw that he'd made.
"Nice one," someone said, and a boy he did not recognize patted him on the back.
Thor turned and saw others looking at him in admiration, and he felt his pride swell. He felt a sense of victory. He had at first been terror-stricken stricken to see that Empire ship, to realize they were really in hostile territory. But now that they had defeated it, he felt that anything was possible. He felt that, if they could withstand this, they could withstand anything.
Just then, there came a shout: "EMPIRE FLEET!"
Thor looked up and saw one of the Legion high up on the mast, looking out and pointing at the horizon.
Thor ran to the railing with the others and looked out. His heart dropped: there, on the horizon, sat an entire fleet of Empire ships.
Thor's heart pounded in his chest. There was no way they could defeat this many ships. And no way they could escape back to the Ring in time. They were finished.
"THE RAIN WALL!" someone else yelled out.
Thor turned in the other direction, and saw, on the horizon, what looked like a wall of water. It was unlike anything he had ever seen. It was a perfectly clear day, clear skies all around them - and yet, on the horizon there sat a straight wall of rain. It didn't move, but just sat there, like a waterfall in the middle of nowhere.
"What is it?" Thor asked Reese, standing beside them.
"It's the boundary to the other side. To the Dragon's Sea. "
"TO THE OARS! ROW FOR THE RAIN WALL!" Kolk yelled, frantically. It was the first time Thor heard fear in his voice.
Thor raced back to his spot, rowing with all he had, as did everyone around him. Their ship started moving quickly, right for the wall, and as they got closer, strong current sucked them in, towards it, like a whirlpool. Thor looked back and saw the Empire ships bearing down on them.
"And what of the Empire ships?" Thor called out to Reese.
Reese, in front of him, shook his head.
"They won't follow. Not through the rain wall. "
"But why?" Thor asked.
"It's too dangerous. They wouldn't risk it. Beyond that wall, there lies a sea of monsters. "
Thor looked down at the water, and wondered.
"But if it's too dangerous for them, what hope is there for us?"
Reese shook his head.
"It's the only way. We have no choice. "
As they neared the rain wall Thor heard the great roar of water hitting water, felt the spray even from here, and looked back to see the Empire ships had stopped the chase.
Thor felt relieved to be rid of them, but scared for what lay before them. Krohn whined. As Thor's body became doused in freezing water, as his world became a blur, he grabbed onto the mast for dear life, as did all the other boys around him. In moments he was doused with water, spraying down so hard it sent him flying across the ship. He tried to grab on, but he could not, as he lost his grip and slipped all the way across the deck. Water filled his eyes, his ears, his nose, and as he reached out, flailing, as he tried to breathe, water filling his lungs, he could not help but wonder: if these waters were too dangerous for the Empire, what sort of creatures could possibly lie beyond?
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