"What's in Store"
Prologue
Delmina was closer, their deep tracks in the deep tracks in the desert sand betraying where they were as she thought ruefully how arrogant they must be not even to think of the slight chance of pursuers. Delmina had been following them for months, the raiders who had destroyed her village, her home, her family, her friends...Without warning her eyes watered in the corners and she shook her head to clear her blurry vision as she continued to follow them, finally coming to a cliff. Walking to the edge stared with deceitful eyes down at the gang dirty rebels below, crowding around a camp fire, the sound out laughing emitting from their place below her. 'After all that...they're laughing..?,' She thought angrily, a low growl rising in her throat, 'After killing all those innocent people...They will PAY!' She took a step over the edge, plummeting face first into the middle of their huddled forms, turning just before she reached the bottom so that she landed on her feet, dust rising up round her as she sat there in a crouch for a moment while the rebels registered what exactly it had been that had disturbed their meal. Then standing, a battle cry erupted from her throat, a blood curdling scream that made them flinch as she unsheathed her sword, whipping it around to plant it in some unfortunate's torso before the raiders finally figured out what was going on enough to pull their own weapons.
Twisting around she brought the tip of the sharp blade across one granger's stomach, a trail of blood following it in slow motion before time returned to its normal state and she lunged into the rest, her eyes flashing dangerously as her face remained impassive to what was happening around her. Just then a sharp jab took her by surprise and she faltered a moment in her battle trance and fell sideways into the dirty gasp of a bearded gruff looking man who stared at her with eyes full of lust and anger. Growling again she wrenched herself away bringing the sword down sideways against his skull and though it did not cut all the way through she heard a crack as the sword slid past the first layer of skull.
As she braced a leg against the bleeding corpse whose eyes had now rolled back into his head, she fought hard to try and dislodge the blade from his thick head when her other opponents came up behind her, grabbing her arms, wrestling her away from her weapon. Screaming, she kicked and struggled but was finally forced to the ground, her enemies laying across her in a fatal attempt to hold her down while ropes and chains were cascaded around her and pulled tight, restraining her as she screamed fiercely, her raven hair falling out of the tight bun as her captors lifted off the ground, watching as she writhed on the ground like a snake, sounding very much like one as her curses came out in sharp hisses, her eyes slitting in hatred. One of them, grumbling something in aggravation brought his club down across her face, leaving a dark bruise across her cheek, causing her lips to begin bleed badly before she drifted into unconsciousness, the last thing she heard being the soft mutterings of mirrored hatred,
"Stupid whore..."
Prologue
Delmina was closer, their deep tracks in the deep tracks in the desert sand betraying where they were as she thought ruefully how arrogant they must be not even to think of the slight chance of pursuers. Delmina had been following them for months, the raiders who had destroyed her village, her home, her family, her friends...Without warning her eyes watered in the corners and she shook her head to clear her blurry vision as she continued to follow them, finally coming to a cliff. Walking to the edge stared with deceitful eyes down at the gang dirty rebels below, crowding around a camp fire, the sound out laughing emitting from their place below her. 'After all that...they're laughing..?,' She thought angrily, a low growl rising in her throat, 'After killing all those innocent people...They will PAY!' She took a step over the edge, plummeting face first into the middle of their huddled forms, turning just before she reached the bottom so that she landed on her feet, dust rising up round her as she sat there in a crouch for a moment while the rebels registered what exactly it had been that had disturbed their meal. Then standing, a battle cry erupted from her throat, a blood curdling scream that made them flinch as she unsheathed her sword, whipping it around to plant it in some unfortunate's torso before the raiders finally figured out what was going on enough to pull their own weapons.
Twisting around she brought the tip of the sharp blade across one granger's stomach, a trail of blood following it in slow motion before time returned to its normal state and she lunged into the rest, her eyes flashing dangerously as her face remained impassive to what was happening around her. Just then a sharp jab took her by surprise and she faltered a moment in her battle trance and fell sideways into the dirty gasp of a bearded gruff looking man who stared at her with eyes full of lust and anger. Growling again she wrenched herself away bringing the sword down sideways against his skull and though it did not cut all the way through she heard a crack as the sword slid past the first layer of skull.
As she braced a leg against the bleeding corpse whose eyes had now rolled back into his head, she fought hard to try and dislodge the blade from his thick head when her other opponents came up behind her, grabbing her arms, wrestling her away from her weapon. Screaming, she kicked and struggled but was finally forced to the ground, her enemies laying across her in a fatal attempt to hold her down while ropes and chains were cascaded around her and pulled tight, restraining her as she screamed fiercely, her raven hair falling out of the tight bun as her captors lifted off the ground, watching as she writhed on the ground like a snake, sounding very much like one as her curses came out in sharp hisses, her eyes slitting in hatred. One of them, grumbling something in aggravation brought his club down across her face, leaving a dark bruise across her cheek, causing her lips to begin bleed badly before she drifted into unconsciousness, the last thing she heard being the soft mutterings of mirrored hatred,
"Stupid whore..."