Safe and Sound
So I was reading the Hunger Games and once again watched Narnia once more. And thought I should make similarities between the two. NO, it's not going to take place of the Hunger games. But Ideal plots on certain scenes. So let's begin.
"Corruption lies in the west, a battle between powers. As Strider tries to run away from the madness before it takes her life. Can running to the east, ease her suffering or did the damage of the chaos destroy what remaining innocent remains; while she helps Prince Caspian gain his throne.
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Chapter one: Please, Please, Please
He lay dead, dying on the ground. I tried to stop the bleeding, but the blade of one of the hassassin pierced the blade into his arties and punctured his heart. He can't die, he promised not to die. I held and swallowed sobs in attempt to be stronger, except the blood continued to pour out. His eyes closed and face covered in dirt, ash, and blood while golden hair stained red.
"C'mon, please, please, please." I mumbled, starting to pound on his chest in mantra of pleads. He can't die, not yet. Not after promising everything on his sleeve. "Please don't go. Please don't leave." My lips shaking while face tightens with tears burning my eyes. "Please, I want to go home. Please . . . . You promised, Parker. Wake up, wake up. I'm begging . . . pl-please wake up."
But Parker didn't move. His soul was gone and body became cold. No longer would anyone see his blue eyes sparkle in happiness. Shaking my head in denial, I continue to revive him, "Come on, you promised."
Warm liquid coated my hands; I lifted the shaking palms to find them coated in red. I choked, grabbing my head as I laid down on his chest sobbing. This can't be happening. Not again, not in this life. We went through hell under the serpent's eye. Many summers learning to survive, to fight, and take responsibility to the name. They can't take him away from me. Not like they did with our family, clans, and comrades. Not again.
"I want to go home. I can't do this, Parker. Please wake up. You promised, you promised. Wake up, please wake up. You can't die, not yet. Please Parker, please wake up."
Snap!
Looking up, to see a person running towards us! A sword in hand, as the barbaric person was female. Her ginger locks pounced in its own life in a fiery blaze while she held rage and murder on her face, deep in her amber eye. (Resemblance of a sly fox) Before she could swing her blade, I rolled back in time as death puncture Parkers chest in half. I screamed in horror, to see him open his eyes and screamed out his final breath, chest raised, while blood sputtered out. In slow motion, his chest fell to deep lost motion and stopped. No, no, she killed him! The barbaric woman growled and forced her blade out coated in Parkers blood while she smirked at me as a sly fox.
"Tis shame..." she started, swinging her sword around like some pendulum, "I expected more from the house of Pendragon…Especially from Parker the brave. If I have been here any sooner, I may have my game."
"You murderer," I bellowed out, grabbing hold of the closes object.
The woman, who I now consider Slyfox, tilted her head, like she was staring at a poor excuse. That might as well be true. Then sigh in aggravation, not amused. "Wonderful, while he's dead. I'm stuck with slaughtering a poor excused of a trophimoi."
"What did you say?" I growled, hands death grip on a dagger.
"A child, you are nothing more but a child. Hardly killed or even the courage to lift that dagger." Slyfox cooed, as she lifted her sword. "Don't worry; it will be all over in a minute."
Train in self-preservation, my reflexes took over, before she could swing the sword. I tossed the dagger, piercing her shoulder underneath the pauldron. She gave a hollered of pain grabbing the dagger and yanking it out. Quickly I grabbed Parker satchel and ran away as fast as I can hearing his voice echoing nonstop to run.
"Run, run my little warrior, don't stop until you are safe." Parker's voice whispered out.
"You can run, Strider!" Slyfox's bellowed out in agony. "But I shall fine you and kill you."
I stopped at the forest line to see Slyfox on the ground, bleeding badly, but not enough to die so soon. She glared straight ahead in furious rage of fire in those amber eyes. Something about this hassassin was different compare to the other. Something that appeared forbidden, demonic. Suddenly she burst out insanely in laughter, not caring anymore of the wound. Whatever she is, she wasn't human.
"I'll hunt you down and Kill you, Strider." She cried. "Your head shall mount on a spike."
To hear her change my name, I glared in hatred. "Then find me in the east!"
With that said, I ran. Running for the sake of my life, for my soul has been helot to Slyfox and her cult's game. No longer can I go home with Parker, back to our clan and village as he promised. No longer will we see the Shire after so many summers that could be counted on two hands. No, I must go to the east. To in the land of mystery and forgotten waste that separate since the dark ages. So I just ran and ran, and ran till the very last breath is gone. For our beautiful lands have been ravaged by a ruthless king and our people been under the shadow of terrine. The guards/hassassin of the tyrant massacring every soul of the west and so forth under his rein, destroying the re-creation of Ouroboros.
Stories of the east rummage through my head: tales of great Kings and Queens, warriors in the east who would help anyone in dire need. Also Aslan; he who helps all redemption and bringer of peace in his presences. I remember a poem that the medicine woman of the village once said.
"Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight,
At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more,
When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death,
And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again."
I don't know nor care if Aslan was true or real. All that matters was to get out of here alive. Before the Guard finds and kill's me. Parker may have failed to protect me, but I shall not fail to keep his goal alive and stay alive. So I ran passing through forest and streams till night fall when the mountains stood in way. I stopped, looking from left then to right, to find no trace of the Guard or Slyfox anywhere. Only the empty night of the mountain terrain along with the full moon of the Hunters plays. I examine my surroundings to see a small cave up high. It's not too high or large enough for travelers to recommended to those in seek the runaways. I took a deep breath adjusting my cloak before climbing the jagged rocks till reaching the cave. When reaching the entrance, I grabbed a rock tossing it in incase of bats, owls, dragons, or any dark entity. Luckily the small cave was empty in the darkness. Perfect for now, as I crawled deep in the tavern and removed my boots. A hissed escape to feel pain blindly checked my feet to discover painfully of blisters. I sighed with a shiver from the autumn air. I brought my cloak closer to me and lay down, letting all what happened seep in.
Parker was dead in trying to protect me while the king's game called the Hunt. The female hassassin Slyfox has chosen me as her prey. I don't know how I gotten involved in this madness, but all I know am that I can no longer stay in Daggerhorn or my home in the Shire. Nor the name that I was given by my parents no longer exists.
I was now Strider, and I shall stride throughout my life to live.
A slight change in the cold wind change to a warm presence, though my mind no longer cared of the change in atmosphere. A sighed escaped, as I closed my eyes and fall into unconscious.
"Sleep well, Strider." A wild voice whispered. "For a journey waits."
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