Alanna could barley make out the figures that whispered in the
darkness, all she could tell was that there were five. Drawing her sword
silently she crept farther down the alley, careful to keep quite.
"The lord is dead."
"A jest!"
"No, it's true, I've seen him dead my own eyes."
"I can't believe Terin is dead."
"I saw the lord killed 'em"
"Why don't you just say Jo-."
The man stopped and turned to face Alanna.
"Well, well, look what we have here." The same man chided, withdrawing a pair of daggers that glimmered in the dim light. The echo of drawn weapons could be heard as the other's did the same.
"An official order from King Jonathon; The thieves in the section of Lower Southern Chorus will be prosecuted for the distribution of peace, multiple accounts of rape, and the theft of the Verin Family Jewel." Alanna let the words roll off of her mouth as she steeped into the faint light.
"And what happens if we don't agree?" He stood in the light as well, a scar decorated his throat.
"Then we do it my way," Her eyes lit up, making one of the men step back. They conversed for a second, keeping their voices low, Alanna only waited patiently. One looked up, meeting her eyes.
'Most be the boss.' her mind reeled, waiting for them to make the first move. At last one of them rushed at her, she stepped to the side, grabbing onto the back on his vest then kicking him in the knees, forcing him to fall to the ground. Another of the men came at her, a broad sword raised above his head. She let her own blade meet his, then with her free hand punched him in the stomach, causing him to double over and drop the sword.
"Nice bitch, very nice." The same one that had met her gaze emerged from the shadows, flanked by the remaining two. He grinned, teeth decaying, well those that were left. The ones at his sides rushed at her, each with a sword. Alanna flipped daggers into both hands, blocking both swords from coming into contact with her head. Pain then laced it's way from her stomach to her head, she could barely think as the man who had grinned fired violet bolts into her gut. She couldn't spare the energy to block it, her mind was busy with the swords. Sleep and weakness began to overcome her, causing her to falter in blocking and making the blasts seemingly more powerful.
'One of them most be using their magic.' her thoughts were weary as she could feel the daggers slip from her hands and her knees buckle underneath her until her body fell to the ground.
***
"I still can't believe we caught the lioness." The voice seemed far off to her tired body and mind. Sleep was finally wearing off but pain inhabited it's wake. Her wrists were tied to the wall with rough ropes, she dangled a slight inch from the ground. Cuts and bruises scattered among her body, most new but some reopened.
"She's awake," Another voice, the one who spoke came over and ran his hand along her stomach, she then realized that her shirt had been ripped off, all she wore were her bra and breeches. His hand reached her breasts, cupping one and squeezing, causing Alanna to squirm. She didn't have enough energy to open her eyes, or fully comprehend what was said.
"Tyler! Get away from her." It might of been another voice, she wasn't sure. There were footsteps and a door shutting, maybe even a lock, then silence.
'Oh Goddesses, where is George!' she couldn't bring herself to utter the words, her lips were cracked and throat dry, her thoughts drifted back into half remembrance sleep.
"Alanna, are you sure you have to leave?" George's worried voice struck a pain of sadness within her. She couldn't stand this, having to leave George in Barons Swoop, all because Jonathan just wanted to see her again. She didn't believe the bull shit story the messenger had sent her, that thieves were ravaging the capitol worse then ever, it didn't fit. But she had a duty as the Kings Champion to be at his beckoning.
"Yes," she whispered in his ear, then gave him a swift kiss on the cheek. She turned, not wanting him to see her tearing eyes.
"Good Alanna, your here." The king stood from his desk, offering his hand to the lady knight.
"Thank you your highness." She smiled, ignoring the hand.
"Always a pleasure Lioness." Jonathan grinned as well, taking his seat and beckoning her to do the same.
"So, what's so important that you had to get me to Chorus?" Alanna took her seat and waited no time of ideal chit chat.
Jonathan sighed before going on. "The theives in the lower southern side have done numerous crimes." The warrior maiden listen to him reel off the endless amounts of criminal acts that had occurred.
"OK Jonathan, I think I get it, I'll get on it right away." She rose, but the king stood with her, causing her to stop and gaze into his eyes.
"Alanna, ever since you married George there's been a rift between us, don't you want to. fix that?" he motioned to his room, a hint of mischief in his eyes. Alanna stared at him astonished.
"No way Jonathan, that's in our past, it has been for over 10 years now, don't try to bring these things up, again!" Alanna let her temper get the better of her as she stormed out, giving the king a look of pure malice.
Alanna awoke to the sound of a sweet lullaby, the same one that Jonathan used sang to her on nights that sleep alluded her and days of rain.
"Jonathan." her voice couldn't manage more then a whisper. Wrists were wracked with pain, stomach aching for food, throat pleading for water.
"Alanna, Alanna, I'm surprised we got you this easily, I was expecting we would have to send legions of men to get you, but I should learn to trust in Cert more, he was the one who brought you here after all." The one who spoke with the same voice as Jonathan whispered into Alanna's ear. The Lioness opened her eyes briefly, gazing into the eyes of her king.
"It is you Jonathan." her voice was above a whisper now as hope laced every word. Suddenly a dagger could be see in his hand, he ran it along her side, up her arms and then sliced the bounds, causing her to fall to the ground in a clump.
"Yeah it is." He kicked her as she struggled to stand. Taking her by the wrists, he propped her up, smiling as her angered eyes met his.
"What are you doing Jonathan."
"I'm doing what I should of done a long time ago." He rammed her against one of the walls, breathing her in. She fought against him, but she was to weak to do much.
"Your highness, a group of theives have been caught by the Queens Riders, they know of your standing also." The boy who emerged was breathless.
"What!" Jonathan yelled in rage. He rammed the dagger that was still in his grasp through Alanna's hands, causing her to gasp and cry in pain. The king stalked out the door with the boy trailing behind, leaving Alanna alone in darkness.
A/N I know this sucks, you don't have to tell me it sucks, if for some reason you do think it's good then you can leave a review and I'll make another chapter, until I get five though, don't count on it. Hehe, I'm evil.
"The lord is dead."
"A jest!"
"No, it's true, I've seen him dead my own eyes."
"I can't believe Terin is dead."
"I saw the lord killed 'em"
"Why don't you just say Jo-."
The man stopped and turned to face Alanna.
"Well, well, look what we have here." The same man chided, withdrawing a pair of daggers that glimmered in the dim light. The echo of drawn weapons could be heard as the other's did the same.
"An official order from King Jonathon; The thieves in the section of Lower Southern Chorus will be prosecuted for the distribution of peace, multiple accounts of rape, and the theft of the Verin Family Jewel." Alanna let the words roll off of her mouth as she steeped into the faint light.
"And what happens if we don't agree?" He stood in the light as well, a scar decorated his throat.
"Then we do it my way," Her eyes lit up, making one of the men step back. They conversed for a second, keeping their voices low, Alanna only waited patiently. One looked up, meeting her eyes.
'Most be the boss.' her mind reeled, waiting for them to make the first move. At last one of them rushed at her, she stepped to the side, grabbing onto the back on his vest then kicking him in the knees, forcing him to fall to the ground. Another of the men came at her, a broad sword raised above his head. She let her own blade meet his, then with her free hand punched him in the stomach, causing him to double over and drop the sword.
"Nice bitch, very nice." The same one that had met her gaze emerged from the shadows, flanked by the remaining two. He grinned, teeth decaying, well those that were left. The ones at his sides rushed at her, each with a sword. Alanna flipped daggers into both hands, blocking both swords from coming into contact with her head. Pain then laced it's way from her stomach to her head, she could barely think as the man who had grinned fired violet bolts into her gut. She couldn't spare the energy to block it, her mind was busy with the swords. Sleep and weakness began to overcome her, causing her to falter in blocking and making the blasts seemingly more powerful.
'One of them most be using their magic.' her thoughts were weary as she could feel the daggers slip from her hands and her knees buckle underneath her until her body fell to the ground.
***
"I still can't believe we caught the lioness." The voice seemed far off to her tired body and mind. Sleep was finally wearing off but pain inhabited it's wake. Her wrists were tied to the wall with rough ropes, she dangled a slight inch from the ground. Cuts and bruises scattered among her body, most new but some reopened.
"She's awake," Another voice, the one who spoke came over and ran his hand along her stomach, she then realized that her shirt had been ripped off, all she wore were her bra and breeches. His hand reached her breasts, cupping one and squeezing, causing Alanna to squirm. She didn't have enough energy to open her eyes, or fully comprehend what was said.
"Tyler! Get away from her." It might of been another voice, she wasn't sure. There were footsteps and a door shutting, maybe even a lock, then silence.
'Oh Goddesses, where is George!' she couldn't bring herself to utter the words, her lips were cracked and throat dry, her thoughts drifted back into half remembrance sleep.
"Alanna, are you sure you have to leave?" George's worried voice struck a pain of sadness within her. She couldn't stand this, having to leave George in Barons Swoop, all because Jonathan just wanted to see her again. She didn't believe the bull shit story the messenger had sent her, that thieves were ravaging the capitol worse then ever, it didn't fit. But she had a duty as the Kings Champion to be at his beckoning.
"Yes," she whispered in his ear, then gave him a swift kiss on the cheek. She turned, not wanting him to see her tearing eyes.
"Good Alanna, your here." The king stood from his desk, offering his hand to the lady knight.
"Thank you your highness." She smiled, ignoring the hand.
"Always a pleasure Lioness." Jonathan grinned as well, taking his seat and beckoning her to do the same.
"So, what's so important that you had to get me to Chorus?" Alanna took her seat and waited no time of ideal chit chat.
Jonathan sighed before going on. "The theives in the lower southern side have done numerous crimes." The warrior maiden listen to him reel off the endless amounts of criminal acts that had occurred.
"OK Jonathan, I think I get it, I'll get on it right away." She rose, but the king stood with her, causing her to stop and gaze into his eyes.
"Alanna, ever since you married George there's been a rift between us, don't you want to. fix that?" he motioned to his room, a hint of mischief in his eyes. Alanna stared at him astonished.
"No way Jonathan, that's in our past, it has been for over 10 years now, don't try to bring these things up, again!" Alanna let her temper get the better of her as she stormed out, giving the king a look of pure malice.
Alanna awoke to the sound of a sweet lullaby, the same one that Jonathan used sang to her on nights that sleep alluded her and days of rain.
"Jonathan." her voice couldn't manage more then a whisper. Wrists were wracked with pain, stomach aching for food, throat pleading for water.
"Alanna, Alanna, I'm surprised we got you this easily, I was expecting we would have to send legions of men to get you, but I should learn to trust in Cert more, he was the one who brought you here after all." The one who spoke with the same voice as Jonathan whispered into Alanna's ear. The Lioness opened her eyes briefly, gazing into the eyes of her king.
"It is you Jonathan." her voice was above a whisper now as hope laced every word. Suddenly a dagger could be see in his hand, he ran it along her side, up her arms and then sliced the bounds, causing her to fall to the ground in a clump.
"Yeah it is." He kicked her as she struggled to stand. Taking her by the wrists, he propped her up, smiling as her angered eyes met his.
"What are you doing Jonathan."
"I'm doing what I should of done a long time ago." He rammed her against one of the walls, breathing her in. She fought against him, but she was to weak to do much.
"Your highness, a group of theives have been caught by the Queens Riders, they know of your standing also." The boy who emerged was breathless.
"What!" Jonathan yelled in rage. He rammed the dagger that was still in his grasp through Alanna's hands, causing her to gasp and cry in pain. The king stalked out the door with the boy trailing behind, leaving Alanna alone in darkness.
A/N I know this sucks, you don't have to tell me it sucks, if for some reason you do think it's good then you can leave a review and I'll make another chapter, until I get five though, don't count on it. Hehe, I'm evil.