Chapter 6: Selene
He came to in flashes. The first time he came to he noticed the sounds of metallic boots hitting the ground. Through his blurry eyes he noticed he seemed to be covered under layers of leaves and plants. A guard quickly passed through, seemingly following a trail. Lucien fade into unconsciousness again.
The next time he noticed that it was night. He felt his body being jostled and moved. A delicate fragrance tickled his nose, and he could feel someone groan in strain. The jostling and moving proved too much and he sank under again.
The next time he came to, he felt himself being fed something. His parched body took it in gratefully. Swallowing with relish. Immediately after he faded off to normal sleep, his body resting.
In an ornate mansion in a distant location. Reynard flung an expensive vase to the ground. His features were twisted in rage.
"How? How do they lose someone like that? Find him." He spluttered in rage. "Find him or else I'll have all your heads. Take all my guards, tell Roscoe to give you all his men; I'll give him what he wants."
He felt like marching over there himself, however it would already be suspicious that he had mobilized so many men like that. The first time he had used the excuse of going out to find his beloved nephew, this time he wouldn't be able to slip away.
He looked at the writ in his hand. If Lucien didn't die this was useless. He flung another vase to the ground in anger.
Lucien's eyes snapped open with a sudden start. He vigilantly looked around, assessing his situation. He seemed to be in a loft somewhere. There was a dim light shining through, through which he could see the roof tiles above.
A herbal scent of herbs and condiments drifted in the air, tickling his nose amid the faint dusty smell of the loft. He inspected his body carefully, noting he was lying on a bale of hair covered with pieces of cloth.