All Chapters of The Villain's Hero: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The days settled into a pattern. Caraway would leave in the morning to patrol the local area, following the roads and trails, to ensure the safety of the villagers and farms, and when he returned, he would spend his time drinking and eating with the menfolk in the center of the town. The fair lingered, anticipating the arrival of more dragons, and actually grew in size as word spread. Perditha’s patient survived, and Perditha released him into the care of Caraway and the hunters, who oversaw his transportation back to his home village and the family that would oversee his recovery. I earned her ongoing hospitality by assisting her around the house and business, preparing tonics and creams, and doing chores. As he had promised, Caraway always returned in time to prepare the evening meal and insisted on paying board, and food despite the rapidly lightening coin purse. We both watched the mountain anxiously and reasoned with each other that slowed by wagons and humans on foot, it was

We rode out from the village two days later, towards the spot that my siblings, by means of over-flying it in dragon form, had determined to be the best position for the initial campsite. Our convoy had grown. A number of villagers had joined us – young boys recruited as pages with the goal of training as squires, young women who had fallen for the charms and romance of the knights, and tradesmen such as the blacksmith following with their eyes on the golden coins in my sibling’s purses.Perditha’s addition was not a surprise to me. Rue’s efforts to win her affections were not as unsuccessful as they had appeared destined to be with the stops and starts of that first day. Perditha had been hesitant and wary, and perhaps another man would have pushed too hard without regard for her boundaries, but Rue was not that sort of man.The next morning, he had begun the day by chopping the wood in her yard and stacking it to season ready for winter. The sound of the axe had announced his arriva

The healer’s tent exploded into a chaos of blood and gore as the knights and hunters returned. The freneticism of stopping bleeding, stitching wounds, and applying potions kept me too busy to think, but I slowly began to piece together a story of what had befallen them. The creature had possessed a tail to accompany the pinchers that Val had mimed for me that morning, and that tail had been armed with some type of stinger.The injuries varied from burns from the poison of the stinger to cuts, and bruises from being knocked aside in the swing of its great tail. The burn injuries were most serious, but still relatively minor, the knights and hunters having been too many, too small, and too quick for the creature to stab effectively.Most of the knights and hunters had been covered by their leather or metal armor. The first step was to strip that from them without coming into contact with the poison or getting more upon the injured person. Hands, necks, and faces were the most common inj

At first glance, the camp looked no different, and I hoped that Rue was wrong about deserters, however as I went about my day, it became evident that there were gaps. Wagons were missing, fewer horses grazed, and tents were empty.People were tense, sliding sideways glances at my siblings as they moved through the camp. Although they maintained an appearance of dragon-stoicism, Tarragon, Rue, and the twins talked more frequently during the day in dragon, discussing what to do. In comparison to their frequent conversations, the rest of the camp seemed muted, their conversations carried out in hushed murmurs, interrupted, and falling into guilty silence whenever someone passed by.That night, I was woken by movement and murmurings outside of the tent. In the dark, I met Tarragon’s eyes. She put a finger to her lips and we both listened to the sounds of horses being led past, the clank of armor, and the creak of wagons.When the noises passed, Tarra rolled over and appeared to return to

I ran. My skirts tangled around my legs, and I dragged the fabric up, paying no heed to modesty as I ran, my heart in my throat and tears already in my eyes.Tarragon held Caraway in her arms, and I could see the steady drip of blood off his naked hip. Rue was standing on his own two feet, but the moment that Valerian transformed, he put his arm around Rue’s waist. Tarragon’s face was pale, her expression utterly blank, shocked beyond comprehension.“Cara!” I reached them. I could see that someone had applied a field-bandage to his stomach, but it was soaked through. “Straight to the tent!” I turned to Rue. He was also roughly bandaged, the wound to his forearm.“It’s nothing,” he told me, though his face was parchment-white and from the set of his jaw I could see that he was in pain. “A glancing wound. Enough to prevent me from flying. Nothing else. Tend to Cara, Daethie.”I nodded and turned to run ahead.Aien was making his way to meet us and stopped as our paths crossed. “Daethie?