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Extended Summary: A Scanran girl named Selenay is the daughter of a warlord defeated by Magur. Magur...uses her. Then, in order to keep the peace with Carthak, he sells her as a slave to Kaddar. I haven't though much past that yet...except that there will be fluffyness later, probably between Kaddar and Selenay, but if anyone wants something different, I'm open to all suggetions!
"No, Selenay. That's wrong. You don't step first. Your partner is the leader, not you." Raffert huffed in exasperation.
"You really should call me Princess, or Your Highness, you know." Selenay informed her dancing instructor calmly. Then with an innocent smile, she whirled off onto the dance floor alone.
"Selenay! Princess!" Raffert sputtered. Selenay just smiled and spun even farther away from her instructor.
"Selenay! What do you think you're doing?" Selenay stopped dancing and looked up at her father guiltily.
"Warlord Darin! Your daughter is completely unmanageable! I demand to be compensated at once for the trials she has put be through!" Raffert stomped angrily up to the Warlord, not knowing the consequences of demanding anything from a warlord.
"Oh." Darin drew his sword in a flash and lopped off the man's head. "Relieved of your duty," he said as the decapitated body fell to floor and started to spill blood.
"Oh Father, you killed him!" Selenay asked, the very picture of an appalled maiden. She burst into giggles when her father looked dubiously at her.
"Are you sure you're my daughter Selenay? You're not some soft hearted maiden from the South, are you?" It was a ritual banter they exchanged, every time one of her teachers was "relieved" from his teaching.
"Of course, Father!" Selenay ran up to him, through the warm blood, and hugged him.
The Warlord of Scanra walked out of the room with his daughter by his side.
*#*#*
Most of the people that the Warlord dominated thought that the "Princess" was spoiled, doted upon, and all together too free. On most counts, she was. She wasn't even a real Princess; she just insisted that she be called one. Darin maintained that her every whim be met, every want satisfied.
In short, the entire population of Scanra hated her.
*#*#*
Magur's commanders surrounded him. Together they had planned on how to storm the Warlord's fortress. Their planning was over, but the attack was just about to begin.
"For the glory of the Wolf Gods!" Magur screamed, his voice raspy in the chill fall air.
His army shouted back, "For the Wolf Gods!"
Magur screamed, "For the glory of all!"
"Attack!" screamed his troops. They surged forward, a tide of glinting weapons and screaming men. The current Warlord couldn't not have seen the huge force gathering outside his walls. Magur had planned for this.
His army was not at its full strength; the men in the open were only half the force that Magur had. The other half was hidden around or in the fortress, waiting for the first wave of attackers to hit.
The fortress had high walls, but with a thousand men used to breaching such defenses, it was nothing. They swarmed over the fortress like ants on a piece of fruit, numerous and seemingly infinite.
*#*#*
Inside the falling fortress, Selenay watched with horror as her father rushed out to meet the charge. She watched him change from adoring parent to hardened warrior. She knew that this was not the easy killing that her father did everyday. This was somehow darker, and more terrifying.
Selenay hid under her huge bed, clutching an ornamental dagger close to her.
"Not the way a Princess would act," she muttered quietly to herself. The screams outside seemed to last forever and a day.
"Selenay! Where are you Princess?" The voice of her nursemaid called out for her.
Seeking the comfort of her nurse's large arms, the girl scrambled from under the bed, shedding dust bunnies as she ran. "Neryn!" Selenay sobbed into the coarse homespun of Neryn's shirt.
Neryn scooped the Princess up as she had done when the Princess was younger. "Come Selenay," She sat on the large bed and rocked Selenay like a little child.
*#*#*
Magur stormed through the defeated fortress, looking for any living loyalist to the late Warlord Darin. His broad sword was slathered with the blood of its many victims. His blood was up, and he hungered for more death.
"Warlord!" The cry resounded wherever he walked. He decided to correct them later; he was King now. He smiled greedily.
Rathna had been the last of the Scanran territories to fall to him. The other factions of Scanra had been his for a long time. Now he was the King of Scanra.
All he had to do now was to declare to all of Scanra that he was King. If they didn't like it, that was too bad, because they wouldn't live long enough to protest. He smiled happily at that thought.
Magur crashed trough another door. The big bed in the room proved that this room was obviously a bedroom. Magur had no doubt that this was where the former Warlord had slept in luxury. He decided that this room would be his.
No one was in the room to protest his presence.
Then, Magur heard sobs coming from an antechamber. He walked in and saw a blonde girl (just about the right age for himself, he thought) cradled in the arms of an old woman. He sneered.
"You there." Magur grabbed the girl by her hair, and dragged her away from the old woman, ignoring the loud protests that came from both the women. Easily, Magur killed the old woman, who died with a surprised look on her face.
Then he turned to the girl.
*#*#*
Selenay did not like being grabbed by the hair. She felt that it was all a bit undignified for a Princess to be treated this way. In all her twelve years, she had never been so mistreated.
"What do you think your doing?" She screamed at the man who held her by the hair. He ignored her completely.
When the stranger ran Neryn through with his sword, Selenay snapped.
She suddenly didn't care if a Princess shouldn't scratch, bite, kick or scream the vilest oaths that she knew. Fueled by the rage of having her mother-figure dead, Selenay attacked Magur with a rabidity that surprised him.
*#*#*
Magur was used to soft, submissive women. This girl was little more than a child and she was attacking him with the ferocity of a battle-mad warrior.
She was however, no match for him. He still had a good grip on her hair, and he was a trained warrior.
Within moments, he had her twisted so that she couldn't move. Selenay ranted at him, more annoyed now that she wasn't being awarded the respect due to a Princess than anything else. He mind clouded over with hate, pain and fear.
She screamed herself hoarse, while Magur just laughed.
*#*#*
A/N: Ok...this is a Fic that I do plan to continue...but I need help with stuff (i.e....names, funky characters, romance etc...) Tell me what you thinks of it.
I didn't think that there were enough stories about Scanra on here.
Tell me what you think about this...
~Even*Song~
Extended Summary: A Scanran girl named Selenay is the daughter of a warlord defeated by Magur. Magur...uses her. Then, in order to keep the peace with Carthak, he sells her as a slave to Kaddar. I haven't though much past that yet...except that there will be fluffyness later, probably between Kaddar and Selenay, but if anyone wants something different, I'm open to all suggetions!
"No, Selenay. That's wrong. You don't step first. Your partner is the leader, not you." Raffert huffed in exasperation.
"You really should call me Princess, or Your Highness, you know." Selenay informed her dancing instructor calmly. Then with an innocent smile, she whirled off onto the dance floor alone.
"Selenay! Princess!" Raffert sputtered. Selenay just smiled and spun even farther away from her instructor.
"Selenay! What do you think you're doing?" Selenay stopped dancing and looked up at her father guiltily.
"Warlord Darin! Your daughter is completely unmanageable! I demand to be compensated at once for the trials she has put be through!" Raffert stomped angrily up to the Warlord, not knowing the consequences of demanding anything from a warlord.
"Oh." Darin drew his sword in a flash and lopped off the man's head. "Relieved of your duty," he said as the decapitated body fell to floor and started to spill blood.
"Oh Father, you killed him!" Selenay asked, the very picture of an appalled maiden. She burst into giggles when her father looked dubiously at her.
"Are you sure you're my daughter Selenay? You're not some soft hearted maiden from the South, are you?" It was a ritual banter they exchanged, every time one of her teachers was "relieved" from his teaching.
"Of course, Father!" Selenay ran up to him, through the warm blood, and hugged him.
The Warlord of Scanra walked out of the room with his daughter by his side.
*#*#*
Most of the people that the Warlord dominated thought that the "Princess" was spoiled, doted upon, and all together too free. On most counts, she was. She wasn't even a real Princess; she just insisted that she be called one. Darin maintained that her every whim be met, every want satisfied.
In short, the entire population of Scanra hated her.
*#*#*
Magur's commanders surrounded him. Together they had planned on how to storm the Warlord's fortress. Their planning was over, but the attack was just about to begin.
"For the glory of the Wolf Gods!" Magur screamed, his voice raspy in the chill fall air.
His army shouted back, "For the Wolf Gods!"
Magur screamed, "For the glory of all!"
"Attack!" screamed his troops. They surged forward, a tide of glinting weapons and screaming men. The current Warlord couldn't not have seen the huge force gathering outside his walls. Magur had planned for this.
His army was not at its full strength; the men in the open were only half the force that Magur had. The other half was hidden around or in the fortress, waiting for the first wave of attackers to hit.
The fortress had high walls, but with a thousand men used to breaching such defenses, it was nothing. They swarmed over the fortress like ants on a piece of fruit, numerous and seemingly infinite.
*#*#*
Inside the falling fortress, Selenay watched with horror as her father rushed out to meet the charge. She watched him change from adoring parent to hardened warrior. She knew that this was not the easy killing that her father did everyday. This was somehow darker, and more terrifying.
Selenay hid under her huge bed, clutching an ornamental dagger close to her.
"Not the way a Princess would act," she muttered quietly to herself. The screams outside seemed to last forever and a day.
"Selenay! Where are you Princess?" The voice of her nursemaid called out for her.
Seeking the comfort of her nurse's large arms, the girl scrambled from under the bed, shedding dust bunnies as she ran. "Neryn!" Selenay sobbed into the coarse homespun of Neryn's shirt.
Neryn scooped the Princess up as she had done when the Princess was younger. "Come Selenay," She sat on the large bed and rocked Selenay like a little child.
*#*#*
Magur stormed through the defeated fortress, looking for any living loyalist to the late Warlord Darin. His broad sword was slathered with the blood of its many victims. His blood was up, and he hungered for more death.
"Warlord!" The cry resounded wherever he walked. He decided to correct them later; he was King now. He smiled greedily.
Rathna had been the last of the Scanran territories to fall to him. The other factions of Scanra had been his for a long time. Now he was the King of Scanra.
All he had to do now was to declare to all of Scanra that he was King. If they didn't like it, that was too bad, because they wouldn't live long enough to protest. He smiled happily at that thought.
Magur crashed trough another door. The big bed in the room proved that this room was obviously a bedroom. Magur had no doubt that this was where the former Warlord had slept in luxury. He decided that this room would be his.
No one was in the room to protest his presence.
Then, Magur heard sobs coming from an antechamber. He walked in and saw a blonde girl (just about the right age for himself, he thought) cradled in the arms of an old woman. He sneered.
"You there." Magur grabbed the girl by her hair, and dragged her away from the old woman, ignoring the loud protests that came from both the women. Easily, Magur killed the old woman, who died with a surprised look on her face.
Then he turned to the girl.
*#*#*
Selenay did not like being grabbed by the hair. She felt that it was all a bit undignified for a Princess to be treated this way. In all her twelve years, she had never been so mistreated.
"What do you think your doing?" She screamed at the man who held her by the hair. He ignored her completely.
When the stranger ran Neryn through with his sword, Selenay snapped.
She suddenly didn't care if a Princess shouldn't scratch, bite, kick or scream the vilest oaths that she knew. Fueled by the rage of having her mother-figure dead, Selenay attacked Magur with a rabidity that surprised him.
*#*#*
Magur was used to soft, submissive women. This girl was little more than a child and she was attacking him with the ferocity of a battle-mad warrior.
She was however, no match for him. He still had a good grip on her hair, and he was a trained warrior.
Within moments, he had her twisted so that she couldn't move. Selenay ranted at him, more annoyed now that she wasn't being awarded the respect due to a Princess than anything else. He mind clouded over with hate, pain and fear.
She screamed herself hoarse, while Magur just laughed.
*#*#*
A/N: Ok...this is a Fic that I do plan to continue...but I need help with stuff (i.e....names, funky characters, romance etc...) Tell me what you thinks of it.
I didn't think that there were enough stories about Scanra on here.
Tell me what you think about this...
~Even*Song~
