The Garden's Conspiracy
"Hurry up! I want her gone now!"
The Man holding a limp and covered form frowned at the woman who dared to give out orders. Did she not KNOW who they were? He looked over to his master to see whether he would kill her for the lack of sincerity. To his surprise he just smirked and nodded. And to shock him further he apologized!
"I am sorry Milady. We shall be rid of her shortly."
"You had better! I want her as far away from the island as possible!"
"Yes Milady." The man said with a chilling hiss.
Like apparitions they faded into the mist along with a veiled maiden, the most beautiful the family had ever seen.
In the distance screams could be heard from the maiden's room and shouts of "Gone!" and "Disappeared!" echoed through the house.
The woman, proud of what she had done, walked into the chaos that was her home to see flustered faces running in circles. Entering the maiden's room she saw shattered glass glistening on the floor from the candle light. Surely she would never see that wench again. She made sure of that. Killing her would raise suspicion on her part and even if she did come back who said she wouldn't do it again? Smirking she walked out the door only to pass a young man glaring at her knowing what she had done. Without a word they bypassed each other. What could they say? He couldn't do anything without proof. So he let her escape. And let her win, for now. But for how long could that façade last?
Gazing at the room he sighed. The balcony window was shattered, the bed was ripped to pieces, feathers littered the floor with the pillow case not far away and clothes were strewn in every direction including the silk nightgown the maiden was wearing that night. What somewhat surprised the man was that everything that seemed valuable was left alone and untouched; except the most priceless flower was gone.
"So, she's really gone." Sighing again, the man left feeling helpless that he couldn't protect his most precious blossom.
'Mark my words, I will get her back and expose this Garden's Conspiracy.'
"How could you let her live after what she said to you? Can't I go back and kill her?"
"Patience, I'll amuse her… for now at least." Master looked at his accomplice smirking then looked down at the draped maiden with only a limp arm dangling out.
"I have a strong feeling that this little 'flower' will be the key to bring me what I want."
Master's smirk grew as the thought of battle raced through his mind. It had been far too long since he fought an opponent strong enough to make him sweat, let alone tired. His eyes turned back ahead of him as they raced through the thick forestry the island provided. At the end they saw a large ship sailing away from the island. Perfect. They reached a small boat and started rowing while being as discreet as possible. Finally reaching the ship they carefully climbed to the top of the deck and placed the maiden on the deck. Stealthily they climbed back down to their waiting boat and disappeared into the white darkness.
Shortly after they left, another man was strolling down the deck and saw an arm, the same one that was dangling just moments before, sticking out of the blanket. Curious he lifted the veil to reveal the maiden in a deep sleep. He gasped when he took a closer look at her face. She looked no older than fifteen or sixteen wearing a long brown and dusty dress too big for her small, subtle figure. Her hair was a raspberry-red color and the man could only imagine the color of her eyes. She looked like what a normal girl should look like but he stared at her transfixed. Why was he staring at her like…like…He couldn't really describe how he was feeling. The closest thing the man could really say was that the maiden reminded him of a beautiful and delicate flower. Carefully, the man lifted the maiden and carried her to a softer place than the bare floor she was previously on. The Maiden Slept peacefully only to awaken into a new world.