The Chosen (24 page)

"State your name and rank, soldier," the king commanded. He watched as the beast hesitated as if trying to remember how to form words.

"Borrik Darkenheart, sworn servant of Lord Seth and the Goddess Ishanya," Borrik growled, finding it difficult to make words with his overly large tongue and jaw. To himself his voice sounded alien. It was deeper now, more feral, but not only were his vocal cords altered, so too was his hearing, allowing him to make out even the smallest discrepancies of his own tone and annunciation.

The king found himself in a bit of a predicament. He didn’t know where the mind of the man began and where the mind of the beast ended. As a pack of animals, these new soldiers would only follow the orders of their alpha, and their alpha answered to Seth first and foremost. King Valdadore knew with his blessing he could easily squash the alpha hoping to take his place, but the other creatures may not accept him as their leader. Also, by killing his priest the king could inadvertently turn Seth against him. Either option was a lost cause; it would be easier to leave the priest in charge, and command him through Seth.

"Very well, Borrik, what is the condition of your men?" the king asked.

"They are able to travel and will recover quickly, no serious injuries were sustained," Borrik answered. "However, your majesty, in their current condition none feel staying in camp would be welcomed by their peers, and the horses are likely to bolt at the sight of them." Borrik relayed the unspoken concerns of his comrades.

"Indeed it is a wise idea. Send them into the forest, I'll have your orders brought at dawn," the king commanded.

Without a word the half-men, half-wolves turned and, with unnatural speed and grace, they raced off into the forest, some of them dropping to all fours. Borrik alone remained, but seeing that the king had nothing more to say, Borrik walked past him to his master. Kneeling at his side he scooped Seth into his arms and strode back into camp bearing the magician to his tent.

Sara waited in half-sleep, trying to remain awake until Seth returned. She was instantly alert as the tent flap was opened. In the pitch black of the tent someone with a deep, grinding voice assured her Seth would recover. He was simply exhausted, and would be better by morning. With that the man placed Seth by her side and left the tent. Sara listened to Seth’s slow, even breathing to reassure herself, then lay down beside him, resting her head upon his chest, letting the rhythm of his heart lull her back to sleep.

Borrik returned to his tent feeling more alive than ever, but still adjusting to his new body. Being only a third wolf, he was not altered as much into a wolf as the other men had been. Much about his human form seemed unchanged, if the new coat of hair was ignored. What disturbed him most were his new abilities of communication. Wolves, it seemed, could not only communicate vocally with howls, barks and such, but had limited telepathic abilities as well. As his pack mates rushed through the forest now, Borrik would catch glimpses of vision from each of them if he concentrated. He could immediately establish whom the image came from, and since their own emotions were attached to the image, in an instant much was communicated. The process, however, allowed little privacy. Imagining his pack all lying down asleep, Borrik sent out the image with a feeling of happiness, telling his soldiers to go to sleep if they wished to make their leader happy. Nearly immediately the images stopped coming, so Borrik could let his mind rest and adapt to his new alien instincts.

Chapter 9

New Breed and New Responsibilities

Morning came all too quickly for Seth. He had blacked out the night before and, exhausted, slept unmoving and un-dreaming the entire night. When he awoke he still felt weary beyond belief. Opening his eyes slowly, Seth was greeted by Sara’s smiling face looking down upon him. Seth looked around to get his bearings, and found himself still dressed from the day before. The morning was chilly and smelled musty beneath the great canopy of trees, and the scent leached through the canvas walls of their tent assailing Seth’s nostrils. Praying he would become accustomed to the smell in short order, Seth rose to a seated position, and returning her smile, took Sara’s hand.

Seth related all he could remember from the night before, the transformation of the men, his exhaustion, his mistake in losing count of how many he had altered, the ensuing battle for dominance, his assumed failure but eventual success. He knew not how he had made it back to the tent, so Sara informed him that one of the men had brought him to rest late in the night. Seth hoped the men would be able to serve the purpose the king intended, and stretching his waking muscles, Seth stood as if to leave the tent. Pulling back the flap with one hand, he took Sara’s hand in his other, and took her outside their makeshift chamber with him.

Seth was astonished to see how much had changed out there, and Sara too looked around somewhat bewildered. The camp was a mass of silent action. The men of King Valdadore’s retinue quickly and quietly pulled stakes from the ground and rushed about packing up tents and gear as quietly as ghosts in the night. Everyone moved with a purpose, working with and around one another in rehearsed precision and much to Seth’s astonishment, the men in his camp were not alone.

Sometime in the night, after Seth had passed out he presumed, the rest of the troops and supply wagons that had yesterday morning left Valdadore had caught up with the king's procession. They had arrived silently, and without bothering to erect camp, they lay in ranks upon the ground, sleeping upon the naked earth beneath them. Seth’s camp, moving as silently as spirits to not wake the foot soldiers who slumbered upon the ground just a hundred yards outside camp, purposefully and methodically unassembled each tent, and packing it up stowed it away for later use.

Borrik sat resting upon the ground where his tent had once been, his cowl pulled low over his face, his head down, obscuring any view of his features. Leading Sara, Seth approached his loyal priest to assure himself the man had escaped the tent unscathed the night before, though assumed it unlikely that he would be completely unharmed.

As Seth neared Borrik, he watched as the man tilted his head oddly, as if picking up on some distant sound and trying to hear it better. Without a word, however, Borrik rose to greet his master before Seth had even had time to speak. Borrik turned to Seth, his cowl pulled low over his face, and falling to his knees like a pleading child, Borrik begged forgiveness.

"Forgive me, master," Borrik pleaded. His voice reaching Seth and Sara’s ears, a new and unwholesome quality to it. Seth registered the change, and marked its deepened, more gravelly qualities. He immediately understood the reasoning behind Borrik's actions.

"I did it out of necessity to further your cause, m'lord," Borrik begged. "I saw the men begin to change and realized they likely would not be willing to take orders from one not of their own kind, becoming so much like wolves themselves. Also, I knew in my heart that this melding would leave me better able to serve and protect you, my lord. Please forgive me this one dishonest act. Allow me to again prove my worth to you." Borrik continued to plead as quietly as he was able, not wanting to invoke the wrath of the others in camp.

Seth raised his hand commanding the priest to cease his groveling, and Borrik shut his mouth with an audible snap, awaiting his fate.

"Just tell me how the transformation has changed you, Borrik, and what you know of the men," Seth commanded.

Borrik went on to tell of his increased senses of sight, hearing and smell, and his new ability to communicate with the other men at will through the use of images and emotion. Having been the victor of last night’s battle, Borrik assured Seth of the wolf men’s obedience. Seth listened intently, and nodded his approval before he again asked a question.

"So, the men serve you and you alone, then?" Seth asked with a peculiar tone to his voice.

"No m'lord," Borrik nearly barked the words. "The men serve me as their pack leader, and do not question my orders. But wolves before had never any notion of a greater being, a creator so to speak. The human halves of the men know it was you who changed them. It is a strange realization for a wolf, but recognizing you as their creator, the men worship you as a god is often worshipped among men. The men serve you above me," Borrik assured his master.

"That is discomforting news," Seth replied, falling deep into thought. He was unsure if this would affect his contract with the Goddess Ishanya. The thought had never occurred to Seth that there may be some who would worship
him
instead of the goddess who gave him the abilities he had. Though his agreement was to tell those
who witnessed
his deeds that the goddess was the one he served, the agreement made no pact concerning those who were actually a
part
of his so-called miracles. Without such a clause Seth felt the argument moot.

So, with a slight grin, Seth gave Sara’s hand a squeeze and again spoke to his loyal servant.

"Well, let’s have a look at you," Seth urged.

Borrik without hesitation rose to his feet again. Throwing back his cowl he peeled his robe off completely, baring his entire body, apart from his groin region, which remained concealed by a cloth wrapped around his waist like monks were said to wear. Both Seth and Sara’s jaws dropped, astonished at the transformation that had completely altered the priest's body. Several others in the area froze in their duties, held in thrall by the appearance of the beast that stood among them inside what an hour before had been their camp.

Seth and Sara both viewed the once-man that stood before them, a turmoil of emotions assaulting them. Borrik no longer appeared the twisted mutation of an orc and a human. In fact, he resembled a human in form and stance alone now. His face had been altered so dramatically that it no longer looked man-like at all. His forehead swept back to an elongated skull and his ears had become larger and pointed, curving back from the sides of his head. His hair, now replaced by what could only be described as a mane of dark charcoal fur, fell from his head, cascading down his neck past his shoulders and ended between his shoulder blades. A patch of similar fur in the shape of a diamond stood on his chest, only the hair here was a subdued shade of white. His eyes had slanted slightly and become wider. They gleamed with savage intent and inhuman wisdom. His cheeks too had widened and now arced back from his face making room for what could only be described as his muzzle. It was not the long, pointed muzzle of a wolf, as might have been expected, but appeared more like the stunted muzzle of the type of dogs who were often trained to fight in pits. Escaping his lower jaw remained the enlarged canines that had before made him look much like an orc. But now, accompanied by the enlarged canines of his upper jaw and the rest of his pointed teeth, the face almost appeared natural.

Borrik stood very much like a man though it was apparent his joints now attached his limbs at slightly skewed angles from that of his human companions. His arms showed immense amounts of lean muscle, each well-defined beneath his flesh, and his ribcage had widened near the top, creating a more tapered look to his torso. His hips had splayed somewhat causing him to stand in a widened stance, much like that a warrior might choose to lower his center of gravity. Borrik's thighs and calves had become massive and muscular beyond belief and Seth reasoned the man could probably leap right over his head. Even the man's feet had undergone a drastic change. Elongating unnaturally, Borrik stood with what would have been his heels hovering several inches above the ground, instead resting his weight on what were previously the balls of his feet. This portion of his foot had broadened to support his great weight. Where once the man would have had five toes, now remained four massive toes so wide they splayed out to each side ending in claws. Borrik's hands had been clawed before this change due to his melding with the orc. However, now his elongated boney fingers had shortened dramatically and become thick and muscular. The claws remained, but not as noticeably, and covering his entire body, apart from his muzzle and portions of his face, was a layer of downy fur the gray of a stormy sky. The hair was so short it didn’t hide the definition of his many bulging muscles, but was so thick that no trace of bare flesh was visible anywhere upon his body. So even and perfect was his coat that it appeared to be as flawless and soft as satin. Sara could not help herself but to reach out and pet Borrik’s arm, and became a bit giddy at the realization that his fur was as soft as it appeared.

"You look...," Seth began, a word of description escaping him.

"Handsome," piped up Sara, completing Seth’s sentence for him. Seth nodded his approval to Sara’s evaluation. The man looked like a child's horrid nightmare, perfected and personified. He was now a frightening beast of a man, but so flawless was his form that his visage infused Seth with more a sense of awe than fear. Borrik, though in reality a creature wrought through mutation, looked as faultless as any other beast created by the gods.

"What now m'lord?" Borrik asked his master.

"Discard your robe and find some trousers that won’t hinder you. I want all to see you, so that the rest of the wolf men may return to camp when people accept that you are more man than monster," Seth ordered.

"M'lord, the rest of the men do not appear as I do," Borrik stated. "They are as much beast as they are man."

"Then find yourself some trousers. Check with Garret, he is about your size, and hurry, I want you to take me to the rest of the men," Seth instructed.

Borrik, the massive creature of Seth’s creation, turned with fluid-like grace and raced through the camp at an astonishing speed. Seth had no time to watch his servant go, for just as soon as Borrik had gone, the king approached. Apparently the king had seen Borrik relinquish his robe and too had stood transfixed, taking in the awe-inspiring view of the giant beast. Holding his head high and striding over to Seth, the king had questions. He was so self-assured and confident Seth couldn’t help but wish he was more like the man.