Armhianthia by Arbhin Cioc (cat reading book .txt) 📖

its task, when a creature came about Luse. It laid another piece of wood next to Luse than disappeared again.
Looking down at the piece of wood, Luse realised it has been made in the shape of a knife. Or something to cut through something else.
He took it from the ground and tried to work it on the mans clothing. At first with no result what so ever. Only after many trials, he finally got the knife through.
And when that first cut was made, he could make his way through the heavy and thick clothing.
When he finally got the skin bare, he saw something that shook him. With every beat of this mans heart something greeny pulsed through his body.
This man was poisoned.
Luse started to examine the man more closely. He had trouble stripping the man off all his clothing, but until he reached the mans feet. Heavy boots with some green smears and through the heavy leather of which the boots were made some small cuts were made. Not bigger then a finger, each cut was rimmed by green smears.
Luse took the boots off this mans feet and was horrified of what he saw. The feet had turned all green. All life seemed taken out of the feet.
Luse took the knife and carefully punctured it through the skin of the feet, instead of blood a green ooze appeared.
He took the clothing he had cut off, to catch the slimy green stuff.
At the time the green slime poured out of the mans feet, one of the creatures came about to hold the foot on which Luse was working.
Another came to catch the clothing on which the green stuff was oozing on.
As fast as the creatures took care of the clothing, the green slime turned slowly into brown and stopped running.
The skin of the foot slowly turned white.
Whenever Luse had to make a new puncture hole in the mans foot, the first cut closed and seemed healed for sure.
After a while Luse took the other foot and proceeded the actions he had done on the other foot.
After a while the mans old clothing was filled with brown bristles of what had once been green slimy stuff.
Away in the darkness, Parce heard voices. Calling.
He opened his eyes and saw a man standing beside him. On the lowest of this bunk it was hard to see who was standing beside him.
The man was standing in blue uniform and that was the time he realised that it was time.
He was to order his people in to duty.
“Captain, Mayors orders to make it happen!” a man in uniform filled with stripes and stars made him waken quickly. He came out of bed, clicked his boots together and saluted.
“Sir. I had not see you come in, Sir.” Parce replied.
“Sir, the duty will be fulfilled end of today!”
Parce took his vest and shouted into the bunker filled with bunks.
He shouted his men in to action.
They stumbled out of their own bunks saluting as they got into position.
“Get to your wings and await my commando!” Parce commanded as the last got himself in line.
Again the men saluted then went past him towards the door.
Outside the bunker people were going around their stuff, walking for chores. At other bunkers portals opened to let airplanes out, slowly rolling to their purpose.
His men ran around, gathering their stuff readying themselves for a new day and new battle. There was not much else they could do here. They were stationed here for one purpose: Oppress the enemy, and today they would bring heavy casualties to ground troops of the guerrillas, who have opposed the coming of Parces army.
News papers told everyone that they had no purpose there. That it was all internal affairs, on which outside countries had no purpose to mingle with.
But the president was sure he had every right to put his hand down, and make a stand against this country, as he said they treated human dignity with hands and feet.
So now they were here. Trying to bring common sense to these people by heavy force.
Their position was well hidden. It had taken great measures to keep it that way. Well positioned inside the mountainous surroundings on the border with an other country, the airplanes always left the mountains on the side of the other country.
Taking altitude there, and than re-enter to make their way over the enemies country. Most often to patrol, sometimes to wipe away small flocks of military activity.
A few days back Parce and his men had flown further than normal, discovering new activity of large measures.
Now they would wipe them away. Ground troops had scanned the grounds and whereabouts of these station yesterday, only discovering military actions.
Today they received green light for a large bombardement. And if all was right, it would bring a large set back for the enemy.

Not much later Parce was in his own plane. He tested his voice and than asked his man whether they could reach him.
After that he made contact with the ground people.
“All is set. Ready when you are.”
Parce commanded his flight to leave. One by one the planes rolled for the runway.
A few minutes later they were all gone. Keeping low over the mountains they left the enemy borders, entering neighbour countries space.
As the scouts were right, they had five targets. With nine planes and two heavy bombs per airplane they had sufficient possibilities to get the enemy off the map.
Parce made his plane circle slowly to few his men and their plane getting into position. Once in position, they went their nose towards the enemy country.

Pain soared through his body. Parce winched against the pain. He felt it run through his whole body for a few minutes. Stars flashed in front of his eyes before he sank back into a black darkness.
As he slowly faded away his dream came back again. Minutes later, all chaos. The formation of planes was broken, one plane was down already. They had been waiting.

It was one back set up. The buildings were no buildings, they were disguises for rocket launchers. People on the ground ran about and he saw orders being given.
Joan was down. His plane turned on its axis nose pointing nose down.
Colin was heading for safety as his plane had taken casual damage.
Parces plane was still intact, as the others. But this was not planned.
He ordered his men back into formation, change of plans. He let his mind spin on possibilities and came with a new plan.
He ordered them back up high. Very much higher then the rockets could follow.
Then from high ground he ordered two planes per time to lower and lock their missiles, release and then get back up.
No looking back on results, touch and go. From high altitude.
The first two went in for the lock, but Parce had some surprices planned. As the enemy rockets pointed for this planes to come in, Parce let his plane plummet out of the sky. Nose down he let his plane fall straight down, at some point ordering the first two planes to get back up.
Surprised that the planes did not attack, the men on the ground had no idea what to think about this sudden change of plans, as Parce released his first missile. Unlocked, it simply fell out of the sky, nose down as Parce tried his best to get his nose back up again.
Following his role, two other planes entered the scene putting use of the suprises down on the ground. Getting his plane straight low by the ground, Parce felt the impact of three missiles in the back of his plane. Large clouds of dust and debris flew around, for a short while even covering his plane.
He felt his engines having trouble with the dust in the air, instead of fresh oxygen. Struggling to keep his airplane levelled, he escaped the cloud of dust. He pulled up towards the sky again.
They had removed the enemy off the map.
“We head home, men. Good work!”, Parce commanded through the radio.
“I saw Joan pull his seat. And Colin is already safe back home.”
He changed his channel to the base frequency and ordered a searching for Joan. He gave the location where he last saw Joan and hoped they would be in time.
He was glad things turned out the way it did now, but was shocked that the enemy had outsmarted them.
With his head in thoughts he let his men go for the base. He made one last circle over the place that once had been the enemies base than headed to base as well.

First back to the neighbours country, than back up the runway.
But as he turned his plane down, his landing gear would not come out. People down on the ground waved him to get back up again. Something was wrong with the plane.
But he could not stop his plane from its downward way.
That was the time he realised he had yet one missile on his plane.

Blackness came back as a rock, putting dreams and thoughts out of his mind.


A knock on the door.
The hand is removed from the door and tries the handle. But the door did not budge. Locked.
A mutter is heard as the hand goes away from the door. Footsteps leave the door on the cold paved corridor. Parcema is not in his room.

Parcema sat in his coach, is mind going all ways. While he faced the outside world pass his window.
His mind was not focussed on the outside world. It was rambling on about thoughts. Thoughts on Luse who went away and for some reason even off the map.
Thoughts on things he was busy with back in the Eagris.
People in the Eagris should have to deal with things without him for a while.
He has more important things to deal with, than simple questions as why the cook made dinner in the morning. Or why mister Grindle was not at his studies.
Something would happen anytime soon. Something that was important. Something that an old Eagrival once told about. He saw something in the future, when everyone thought him to be crazy.
Parcema thought him to be crazy.
And crazy Eagrivals are not able to function.
Still Parcema had to question him.
His last place where he had been living was somewhere in Lagus.
He hoped he could find him there.
For more than a half day he was in the coach already left early at first sunlight. But after so many miles of travelling his behind was sore of bumping up and down the bench. As comfortable as the coach seemed at first, the bench was only made of wood with a bit of fabric over it.
It would be about time they entered Lagus’ borders.
Parcema’s estimations seemed right, because the coach halted.
Looking out of the window, he saw the coach had halted at the signs of two military men standing in uniform of Lagus’ colours. Both with halberd, sword at side and gate closed.
“Please turn this