Reborn (2 page)

With little strength left, I hunched over the horse, closed my eyes and focused on the sounds surrounding me. Overhead, the canopy of leaves rustled softly, and then stilled altogether. Small birds chirped somewhere in the distance, and sticks snapped beneath the weight of the stallion. These things, along with my raspy breathing, and a low snort now and then from Excalibur, kept me company.

The sweet scents of honeysuckle and magnolia carried through the forest and settled under my nose. Although their perfume blended together in the air, I could distinctly pick each apart, as if embedded in a memory. A warm lull blanketed me, tranquilizing my body and spirit.

Maybe the end was at hand—my last few breaths.

As I flitted in and out of consciousness, hoping death would soon take me, darkness crept in, ripping away the blanket of comfort, and seeping into each of my wounds like salt. Moaning hurt my throat. The dark shadow stretched over the forest, bringing with it raw coldness; its musty, earthy scent swallowed all that was good. My goose bumped skin came alive, and I knew death had eluded me once again.

And that made me angry.

Despite my parched throat and the agony I knew yelling would cause, I lifted my head in the air, pulling the veins in my neck, and forced out a noise that sounded like something between a roar and a growl. Feeling more satisfied than I had imagined, I repositioned my grip on the mane and dug my heels into the horse’s sides.

Excalibur picked up speed, weaving through the trees that I could barely make out traveling at this speed. But the darkness traveled with us. If I didn’t know better, I would think dusk had fallen upon us—in a hurry. But by the position of the sun in the sky before we entered the woods, it could not be much past midday.

As we rode through the darkening forest, my wounds sizzled and bled as if sharp tree limbs raked over my skin, reopening them. Trails of blood ran down my body, dripping on the white beast I sat on.

Just when I thought I would go insane, we broke into a rocky clearing and back under the afternoon sun, leaving the mysterious shadow, and all its foreboding, behind. The bleeding stopped, along with the latest batch of pain. I tilted my face toward the bright globe in the sky, set my shoulders back, puffed out my chest, and took a deep breath, feeling the welcomed warmth wrap around my body.

When I checked over my shoulder, the forest behind me seemed as tranquil as when we had entered it. But although the darkness had disappeared, I felt the evil lurking nearby, waiting for its chance to swallow me.

I swept my gaze over the new terrain. Nothing about the clearing looked familiar. But something had to stick out. I had to belong somewhere. I couldn’t have just appeared on a horse in the middle of a street I had never seen before, half dead, and with no memory of my identity, no memories of anything before an hour ago.

My gaze fell to the back of the horse’s head, the spot between his tall pointed ears.

“Who am I?” I said, patting one side of his regal neck. “You know, don’t you, boy?”

Excalibur replied with a soft nicker.

“I’m Solomon,” I answered back with a nod. “Solomon Brandt.”

alfway across the clearing, a pulsing wail—the same dreadful sound that came from the white vehicle—shattered the silence. Before I could nudge him, Excalibur picked up speed and headed for the hills looming ahead. As I bounced on the horse’s back, gritting my teeth, as if that helped the pain any, I searched the area, but other than various sized boulders and shrubbery, nothing stuck out. However, I still had the feeling of being chased.

They searched for me, whoever
they
were.

The piercing sound screaming danger chased us as the pebbled ground beneath turned lush and green and we began to ascend. Excalibur soon found a path that took us into the hills where low-lying trees provided airy shelter from the sun, as well as refuge from our pursuers, wherever they were. The loudness of the siren lessened.

From the summit of the first hill, I could make out, in the far distance, the tops of buildings—strange-looking structures with shiny silver domes, equal in height with the surrounding trees. Maybe I lived there. The mansion we rode past on our escape from the lynch mob flashed in my head. The place had felt like home for a moment, yet foreign, all at the same time.

As we rode on, the landscape turned into a wooded area, less dense than the last forest. The siren had either stopped, or we had enough distance between us; I couldn’t hear the heart-pounding noise anymore. Weariness settled upon me again, and my head began to droop, when Excalibur’s ears perked up. I heard the noise at the same time he did—frogs. Hope filled me, temporarily dousing the agony. Where there were croaking amphibians, there would be water. Excalibur twisted his way through a web of alders, leading me closer to the glorious sound. A few minutes later, we came to a stream, lined with rocks and mossy banks. Excalibur stopped for the first time since fleeing the mob and pawed at the ground.

I hadn’t really thought about dismounting until now. Excalibur neighed softly, as if feeding me a line of encouragement, or maybe he, too, wanted a drink of the life-sustaining liquid.

“Okay. Have some patience,” I said.

Using my hands, I lifted my right leg over the horse’s back until I sat side saddle, and then slid down his side. But when my feet hit the ground, I collapsed to my knees with a groan. But pain didn’t matter in that moment. I crawled over moss until I reached—gold.

Excalibur and I drank together. I filled my grimy hands and brought the cool offering to my parched lips. The refreshing water, rushing down my throat, revitalized me as I sucked the liquid back as fast as I could scoop it up. Then, despite the cold, I positioned myself so that I sat on the edge of the stream, and hung my feet in the water.

As I lay back on the moss, I heard something that shot a jolt of fear through me. I sprang back into a sitting position.

The sound came from a woman… She was singing. I held perfectly still, as did Excalibur. Then the voice ended abruptly, followed by bushes rustling. I jumped to my feet, expecting my knees to give out, but they didn’t. Frantic, I flicked my gaze to the horse. Panic set in as I wondered how I would get on his back. I was a tall human, but he was a tall stallion. He lowered his head until our eyes became level with each other’s. The lustrous honey flecks stood out against the browns of his irises, as he stared at me. Then he did something I didn’t expect. He nudged me in the shoulder, and again, until I made a half-turn.

“What are you doing?” I whispered.

Whether he ignored me, or this was his answer, I didn’t know, but he snorted and nudged me again, this time between the shoulder blades. I took a step in the direction he pushed me in and glanced back.

I nodded toward some bushes, and what appeared to be a path worn between them.

“This way? Do you want me to go this way?” I walked as I spoke.

Excalibur followed close behind.

I was deep into the path and about to take another step when I heard something that sounded scarily familiar—a
click
.

From the corner of my eye, I saw the barrel of a rifle, pointed at the side of my head. Suddenly, I didn’t want to die. I stared straight ahead, sucked in my chest, and held back the next breath. Excalibur must have stopped breathing, too, he was so quiet behind me, or maybe he had taken off, after he led me to my doom.

“One more step and I’ll blow your brains all over your white-ass body.”

The fact that this was a threatening
woman’s
voice surprised me. Keen senses I didn’t know I had until then kicked in. In a flash, I grabbed the gun’s barrel and yanked it from her grasp. The gun felt light, although I didn’t know what I compared it to.

Now in control, I turned the weapon on her, but quickly lowered my defenses when I saw a petite, middle-aged woman crouched before me, her brown hands held out in front of her shocked expression.

“Tell me your name.” I issued the command in a deep, strong voice, surprising myself.

When she didn’t answer, I said, “Why do you stare?”

“Wh-why do I stare?” Her hands flew to her hips, rattling the many gold wires she wore around her wrists. She straightened, glaring at me, as if she just decided she wasn’t afraid. “Huh, maybe because there’s a naked, psycho, body builder on my land. And he’s holding the gun on me that I should be holding on him. Maybe
that’s
why I stare.”

Her brazen tone threw me off guard, and I lowered the gun, wincing as the tension left my shoulder.

She flashed me a look of disgust.

“Why are you on my land?” she asked, turning the situation back in her favor.

As she spoke, her wide-eyed gaze traveled down my body, reminding me once again of my nakedness. But I didn’t move. This was her land, not mine. I was the trespasser, not her.

“I search for my home,” I said.

Her eyes narrowed. “You were searching, huh? What’s your name?”

After a brief hesitation, I answered, “Solomon.” I scanned the bush on either side of her. “What is this place?”

“The woods?”

“No. The area?”

She narrowed her gaze on me further and answered slowly, “Savannah… Georgia.

Savannah. Georgia.
Something about the place sounded comforting.

I considered giving her back the gun as a gesture of trust—I needed someone on my side—I needed food, clothing. But I had to find out more, and if I simply gave her the gun, she might turn it on me again. I couldn’t risk it.

“Woman, is there a—”

“Woman?”

She looked like she might jump me. The intensity of her glare pushed me back a step, making me trip over a tree root. I stumbled and fell, opening a gash on the outside of my leg. Excalibur back-stepped out of the way. It was then this feisty woman seemed to notice the horse.

“Who are you?” she asked him in a surprised tone.

I wasn’t sure if she expected him to answer or not.

“This is Excalibur,” I said pushing myself to my feet. Warm blood trickled down my leg. “And I already told you, I am Solomon.”

Glaring sideways at the horse, she took a few steps backward. “Y-yes. You did.” Her gaze fell to the fresh blood on my leg. “Praise the Lord. You need a doctor.” She glanced at Excalibur again, then back to me. “Do you have a pack… with some clothes in it? Some I.D., maybe?”

I held my hand out toward Excalibur. “I have only the horse, and I don’t know for certain that he is mine.”

“And you really don’t know where you came from?”

“I seem to have forgotten, and I shall appreciate any help in the matter of finding out.”

“Really, hmm,” she said low, as if she spoke to herself. She took a moment to consider something, while drumming the fingers of one hand on her hip. After a deep breath, she said, “Okay, come with me. I’ll get you some clothes, and drive you to a hospital, but that’s as far as my goodwill goes, you got that?”

“Thank you…”

“Melba,” she said.

“Melba,” I repeated.

She untied a pink scarf that had been wound three times around her neck and held it out to me.

I looked at the garment, confused.

A blush of red peeked through the brown skin on her cheeks, and she closed her eyes and looked away. “Take it and cover yourself up.”