Disclaimer: I don't even own Eruvande. Boy that sucks.
When Eruvande woke that morning, she didn't think anything about the birds singing, the beautiful morning sky, or the things she would do that day. She thought only about all the misfortune that happened to her in the past two months, hitting her with great impact. She thought about losing her parents to orcs, her home to fire, and most of her possessions to thieves. All she had left were her weapons, her few possessions left, including several sets of clothes, and one piece of jewelry that had belonged to her mother. It was a large crystal necklace, the crystal a light blue, made to look like the blue eye of a dragon. The rest of the silver dragon twisted around another blue crystal, this one deeper and made to look like the world, with twists of emerald coursing through it.
Eruvande picked up the necklace, hanging on a silver chain that looked too delicate to hold it, and put it on. She looked at the pendant, then with a sigh hid it inside her clothes. She didn't need people seeing it and asking questions.
As she dressed, somebody knocked on the door.
"Just a second!" she called back.
"We don't have a second!" A woman called back. "You have to leave now!"
Eruvande frowned. It sounded like her mother's friend, Halia, but she never spoke so angrily. She also sounded rather stifled, like she had a cold. What was going on with everyone? Was something wrong?
Opening the door, Eruvande started to ask what the problem was, when she realized that it wasn't the brown-haired, brown-eyed woman but a blonde- haired woman with piercing black eyes.
"Hey, who are you and what-"Eruvande started to ask angrily, when she saw the woman wasn't alone. A tall man dressed in black was with her, and he was much taller and more muscled then Eruvande. Eruvande tried to back away, when he backhanded her hard enough to make her world go grey.
When Eruvande woke up, she was a dark room. There were no lights on, and the darkness seemed to have weight. Unable to see, she felt her way around. She felt nothing at all as she crawled, only pits in the stone that formed the room
When Eruvande finally hit a rough stone wall, she searched it with her hands and discovered a switch so she could finally see her surroundings.
When she flicked the switch, however, she was dismayed to see it was empty. There was one door, but no windows. Looking at the door, she saw it was the most primitive of doors. No knob, no lock. There was on indention in the middle of the wall, but Eruvande didn't
Examining the wall, she didn't think it could be broken through. The stone wasn't very thick, but even if it had been thin enough to ram, she wouldn't have anything to break through with.
Eruvande sank back to the floor in exasperation. She didn't have a clue as to what she could do to get out. She was so lost.
When she finally got up, the door had apparently been opened, because a plate with a piece of bread was on it. Eruvande picked it up. She was furious she hadn't been awake to see the person who brought it. She would need every bit of information she could have if she was to escape.
When Eruvande woke that morning, she didn't think anything about the birds singing, the beautiful morning sky, or the things she would do that day. She thought only about all the misfortune that happened to her in the past two months, hitting her with great impact. She thought about losing her parents to orcs, her home to fire, and most of her possessions to thieves. All she had left were her weapons, her few possessions left, including several sets of clothes, and one piece of jewelry that had belonged to her mother. It was a large crystal necklace, the crystal a light blue, made to look like the blue eye of a dragon. The rest of the silver dragon twisted around another blue crystal, this one deeper and made to look like the world, with twists of emerald coursing through it.
Eruvande picked up the necklace, hanging on a silver chain that looked too delicate to hold it, and put it on. She looked at the pendant, then with a sigh hid it inside her clothes. She didn't need people seeing it and asking questions.
As she dressed, somebody knocked on the door.
"Just a second!" she called back.
"We don't have a second!" A woman called back. "You have to leave now!"
Eruvande frowned. It sounded like her mother's friend, Halia, but she never spoke so angrily. She also sounded rather stifled, like she had a cold. What was going on with everyone? Was something wrong?
Opening the door, Eruvande started to ask what the problem was, when she realized that it wasn't the brown-haired, brown-eyed woman but a blonde- haired woman with piercing black eyes.
"Hey, who are you and what-"Eruvande started to ask angrily, when she saw the woman wasn't alone. A tall man dressed in black was with her, and he was much taller and more muscled then Eruvande. Eruvande tried to back away, when he backhanded her hard enough to make her world go grey.
When Eruvande woke up, she was a dark room. There were no lights on, and the darkness seemed to have weight. Unable to see, she felt her way around. She felt nothing at all as she crawled, only pits in the stone that formed the room
When Eruvande finally hit a rough stone wall, she searched it with her hands and discovered a switch so she could finally see her surroundings.
When she flicked the switch, however, she was dismayed to see it was empty. There was one door, but no windows. Looking at the door, she saw it was the most primitive of doors. No knob, no lock. There was on indention in the middle of the wall, but Eruvande didn't
Examining the wall, she didn't think it could be broken through. The stone wasn't very thick, but even if it had been thin enough to ram, she wouldn't have anything to break through with.
Eruvande sank back to the floor in exasperation. She didn't have a clue as to what she could do to get out. She was so lost.
When she finally got up, the door had apparently been opened, because a plate with a piece of bread was on it. Eruvande picked it up. She was furious she hadn't been awake to see the person who brought it. She would need every bit of information she could have if she was to escape.