Chapter 8: POV change Part 2

POV change:

Samla had regretted ever leaving Sarnor, at first traveling was great, she helped her uncle with the trading cart as they traveled from town to town, after two years on that side of the world they joined a big caravan to cross the bone mountains back to the Dothraki Sea, it was safety in numbers.

After crossing The last thing she remembers clearly is that she and her uncle were resting for the night she felt dizzy and lost consciousness, after than its been months of hazy memories, everything seemed to be behind a fog curtain, she could not control her body.

Until last night, another group of dothraki rolled up, another one to be slaughtered for that monster's experiments and blood magic, with unfocused eyes she sees all the dothraki collapse like countless times before.

The little sliver of hope she had to being released from this prison of flesh lost again, even being a slave, hit or mistreated would be better than this, at least then she could speak, scream or resist, fight back or try to escape. this? this was agony.

She wanted to cry but could not, then she saw one of the dothraki do a feat of speed and strength beyond human by leaping 15 feet from a prone position and then killing the monster in the blink of an eye with two swift moves, her captor, jailer, dead?, she would have laughed if everything did not fade to black.

She heard sounds of metal hitting metal and shouts, not fully recovered, but cognitive enough she figures she is binded, after looking around she saw that so are her prison sisters, some of them are starting to move groaning, she realizes she can move again but she has her hands and legs bound by rope the more she struggles the tighter the knot and bindings get. She then turns her body to see the cart of horrors the monster used as a butchering shop on fire.

All the dothraki dead and two young dothraki fighting with shouting at each other, both of them dancing under the flames. She saw dothraki fight but this was skill beyond anything she has ever seen, she has been to the fighting pits and saw professionals, but these two dothraki were somehow outshining anything she has seen in her 21 years of age.

One of the dothraki, the taller one that looked like a Half Andal with a braid of blonde hair (the one to kill the monster, she recognized him) of higher skill yet he is on the defensive and trying to calm down the other dothraki that had Valyrian features and looked distressed angry and hurt.

Screaming and swinging wildly with rage, she realizes that they are having some kind of internal conflict between the two, "probably a dispute about the loot of the camp, it's only the two of them, all the other ones are dead.

Being from Sarnor she spoke a bit of Dothraki, not fluently, but enough to understand what was being said.

Andal dothraki: "stop! i was just saying that if you wanted to go on your own…"

Valyrian dothraki: "You were planning on leaving me behind? like some dog? I CALLED YOU BROTHER!"

This kind of exchange of blows and screams continued for at least two minutes. they were behaving like children 'they do look young' she thought surprised by that fact since both of them were displaying a very high amount of skill with the arakhs,

Her hands and legs were bound but she managed to acquire a sitting position. that caught their attention as they both turned at her at the same time and talked in a more quiet tone before they calmed down, got closer and started whispering at each other while giving them glances every now and then.

Then the two young Dothraki approached her and her fellow captives.

"My name is Samla, your name?" The two Dothraki were inspecting them as if they were predators looking at prey, the Andal-Dothraki took out an apple from a pouch tied to his waist and then he squatted down, while eating the apple he kept staring at every one of them for quite some time.

The Valyrian-Dothraki slapped his friend on the shoulder with the flat of his blade then while pointing his arkah at her said "Maegi"

she cursed herself for opening her mouth. she screamed and tried to resist hit and kick him as he dragged her by her bound feet behind one of the tents. a scream of horror left her lips as she saw the young dothraki with his arkah raised above his head ready to strike down.

As the blade started to move down her life flickered in front of her eyes. How could the world be this cruel? She was going to die right after being released from that curse the sorcerer put her under? She spat at all the gods for giving her this fate.