Disclaimer: Okay, I do not own True Blood or any of its characters, plot, or places. I do own Nikeerin (Nick-Ee-wrin), Odin, and perhaps some more who will make their appearances. I also own the world of Theren and the back story of Nikeerin. You have my permission to use them, but please credit me if you do so. I hope to have my book published and up for sale by 2016, so keep at eye out for 'Eyes of despair' title subject to change.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this, and I am looking forward to hearing your thoughts and suggestions. I will try to explain the back story of Nikeerin as I go along. I have the rough outline of the book, so think of this as a sneak preview as well. I am not going to discontinue The Devil's game, this is just another one that has been on my mind.
Much love, and enjoy.
Nikeerin took the worn stone steps two at a time, her twin swords thumping gently against her hips, and her bow secured across her back. Her shaggy black hair was messier than normal, sticking straight up from sweat and the blood of enemies. Her black leather armor seemed to shine in the light of the torches, but she payed the blood and gore no mind. The only thing that she focused on was reaching to top of the steps. She had to get to Odin, the doors to the keep would not hold much longer, and she knew that they were sure to be over run. If she was to die, it would be with her swords in hand, beside her friend, and King, the Magi Odin Nobumoto.
Nikeerin burst through the old oak door at the top of the tower, skidding to a stop on the roof as she met the wild, bloodshot green eyes of her friend, his face was pale, and his blue robes torn and dirty, his normally well styled blond hair in complete disarray. She could tell from the panic on his face, that all hope was truly lost. "Mage?''
"I am exhausted my friend, I have used as much magic as I dare. We are over run I fear."
"Then we shall make our final stand here."
The smile that lit upon the blonde man's face held so much love and affection that it gave her pause, it was not the expression she was expecting here at the end. But she shouldn't have been surprised, Odin had always been happy, had always had an inner since of peace, "There is one more spell I can try, it is untested so I am unsure how well it will work."
Nikeerin paused infront of her king, dropping to kneel before him, her head lowered in submission. She knew that he hated the formality, but she needed the normalcy of it, for just a moment, she wanted to feel as if she hadn't failed her king, as if they weren't all about to die, horribly painful deaths.
"This will hurt Nikeerin, and you will most assuredly be angry with me when it is over, but as my last order as your king, I command you to live. Survive this night, and be free."
Nikeerin's head snapped up, her strange golden eyes wide at his words, 'last order as her king', but before she could question, or demand an answer, Odin spoke. A single word dropped from his lips, so powerful that it caused her very bones to vibrate in agony, before everything around her seemed to swirl away, blending together in a kaleidoscope of bright colors and blinding agony. Her last glance of her king was a sad, heartbreaking smile, and a whispered 'good-bye'.
The spinning colors, and fierce pain seemed to last a lifetime, before everything once again came into focus. The first thing to assault her was a foul stench, it hung heavy in the air, burning her sensitive nose and causing her eyes to water. Every movement and breath hurt, and she just wanted to lay down and sleep for the next century, but she knew she couldn't. She had to find out where she was, and where her king was. Spells normally didn't work well with her, and she had to make sure that it hadn't killed Odin, or some other horrifying outcome, but before she could make it far, she caught site of a strange woman.
She was standing on a wooden porch to what appeared to be a weathered house, looking mildly horrified and slightly confused as she stared right back at Nikeerin. She was dressed simply in a white dress stopped at her knees, and with no sleeves, and a neckline that dipped just low enough to hint at the large breasts that filled out the top. Nikeerin wanted to sneer at the woman who was showing more skin then necessary, but the black haired woman knew she needed help, and help from a whore was better than no help at all.
She took a staggering step forward, the pain and exhaustion that came after a spell hit her swam up when she moved, quickly dropping her to her knees. She grunted in pain, refusing to cry out, to let any watching see her weakness. She struggled to get up, to get back on her feet and face what ever was coming with dignity, but by her fading vision, she knew that consciousness was soon leaving.
"Hey...are ya all right?" A strangely accented voice asked, and Nikeerin jerked her head up, causing pain to tear harshly through her head and neck, causing her to sag sideways, the last think she saw before darkness took her vision was the strange blond woman from the porch crouched beside her, the girls large brown eyes concerned as she looked down at Nikeerin.
"Odin...what have you done...?" Nikeerin wondered, before consciousness finally slipped away. Leaving her to the mercy of her nightmares, the screams of her King and his men as they were slaughtered before a mob of faceless monsters.
Okay I know it seems a little rushed, and really short, but it's just the prelude, and I hoped it got your attention. The next chapter is going to be a time skip.
For those of you who haven't figured it out, the blonde 'whore' on the porch was Sookie. And though Sookie isn't my FAVORITE character, I don't think she is a whore, just alittle foolish. But since Nikeerin is from a more medieval society, to her the way Sookie dresses would be classified as whorish. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed.
