D/C: I don' own it...
A/N: This is my continuation of LoD, I don't like how it's ends so I'm fixing it! Thank you, come again!
A woman walked through the village. She look horrible, wearing armor that was falling off her, barely tied together by thin leather straps. Her hair was black, or at least it appeared to be, there was too much dust and ruble stuck in it to tell, around her neck was a strange choker, it was easily enough to over look, not like the sword that she was dragging behind her. All in all, the woman was about dead.
"C'mon! Hand it over." The man held out his hand to the frightened little girl, who couldn't have been older then ten. She reached up to undo the clasp of her necklace, when the man's dirty hand snatched it off of her, then back handed her to the ground. The little girl started to cry, every one in the village was now aware of the commotion, they lined the streets to watch, wanting to help but they were too weak to do so. They weren't warriors they couldn't help. Besides the girl wasn't they're problem, she didn't have any parents.. Alive anyway.
"Just so all you bastards know this is my village now. It's runnd by me," The tyrant pounded on his chest, "And anyone who doesn't obey me will end up like this one." He raised his sword above his and brought it down towards the little girl quickly. In a flash of black and a whirl of silver, he lay flat on his back the blade of the half-dead woman pressed to his throat. She said only one word, her voice cold and unforgiving, "Leave." She released the pressure of the sword and he scrambled out of the village.
She collapsed. The villagers dragged her body to the Inn, put her on the only bed there, it was a very small Inn, and started convincing the Inn Keeper, who hadn't seen what she did having been asleep at the time, to let her stay there as an honored guest. He agreed. The village doctor came next, he fixed her up with different potions and when all the gashes had been healed he left the women to clean her up, wouldn't be proper to do it him self. He told them as her got to the door, "Come and get me if you find any more wounds under that shabby armor." They nodded, he left.
The woman had never seen such armor before, and they didn't want to break it, so they went and got the village whore, who had much experience removing armor- just from men. "Oh, this is easy!" She exclaimed, and removed the entire thing in less then four minutes. The stranger was now in a modified bra and under wear, they decided to leave that on. Washing her wasn't a problem, now that the armor was off she was extremely light, they'd fix that soon enough. They put her in the bath, and after three minutes of scrubbing the water turned to muck. They removed her and drew another bath, with many exclamations of amazement. They finally finished a while later, and took her armor to the metal worker's shop to get it fixed. The village had repaid their debt in full.
The black harried woman woke up with a splitting head ache, "Where am I?" She asked herself, her voice sounded foreign to her, it sounded as if it wasn't her own. "Strange." She mused, her gazed traveled around the room, nothing special, except the young girl asleep in the corner.
She got up and walked to her, ignoring the fact that she was hardly clothed. "Hello." The girls eyes snapped open at the sound of the woman so close, Voice quivering she asked "Don't hurt me?" She sounded so pitiful that the woman could not resist opening her arms and asking, "Why ever would I want to do a thing like that?" The girl was not used to such a kind voice, all her life she had been kicked at and scorned for being parentless and homeless, a drain on the community. This was so new; she threw herself into those pale open arms.
The woman stood and carried her over to the bed. She lay them both down and then, drained of her strength once again, fell back asleep. The little girl stared at this beautiful woman, "Hello, I'm Mari. You're going to be my new Mommy, I need one of those." Mari yawned and fell asleep with a big bright smile on her little face.
The women came back to find them that way, they smiled the way women do and laid the armor down next to the bed, next to that the village whore placed a simple dress, "What? At least she can choose!" They left.
When next Mari woke up she saw her new "Mom" getting dressed. "Hello Mommy." She said, the woman jumped startled, "Wh, Wh, Huh?" The black harried woman sat down hard, and gave the beaming child a bewildered look. "I am?" She asked, Mari nodded.
"Well," Her voice was as warm as it got Mari guessed, "Get dressed! We're going. Oh.. And what's. what's your name." Mari smiled, guessing she felt bad forgetting her own child's name. "Mari, of course!"
The Mayor walked in, "Hello, I see your up, ah and dressed properly, dreadfully scary armor that was!" "You mean this is mine?" she asked holding up the armor, "Yes, of course." The Mayor sounded confused, but he continued any way, "We are very grateful to you for saving our little village, but we have fully repaid you, by treating your wounds and giving you rest and fixing your armor. Here," Mayor handed her a sack, "It has food in it." He said, "For your journey," His eyes turned cold, "Now leave you can't stay here."
The Mayor left, but his wife stayed behind a few minutes, "He doesn't mean to sound awful, but he does have the Village to look after and a warrior hanging around is just asking for trouble. Sorry. What's your name?" The woman looked to Mari, who shrugged, "I, I don't know." "Oh, maybe it's written on the in side of your armor?" The Mayor's wife suggested, the woman picked up the armor, all that was on the inside was a single rose, engraved on the breastplate. "Maybe your name is Rose." Mari suggested, she had been standing on the bed and peering over "Rose's" Shoulder. "Hey, why not!" Rose exclaimed.
An hour later Rose and her new daughter left the village in search of a new home and an old life.
End note: Um End part one.. Yeah R&R Please!
A/N: This is my continuation of LoD, I don't like how it's ends so I'm fixing it! Thank you, come again!
A woman walked through the village. She look horrible, wearing armor that was falling off her, barely tied together by thin leather straps. Her hair was black, or at least it appeared to be, there was too much dust and ruble stuck in it to tell, around her neck was a strange choker, it was easily enough to over look, not like the sword that she was dragging behind her. All in all, the woman was about dead.
"C'mon! Hand it over." The man held out his hand to the frightened little girl, who couldn't have been older then ten. She reached up to undo the clasp of her necklace, when the man's dirty hand snatched it off of her, then back handed her to the ground. The little girl started to cry, every one in the village was now aware of the commotion, they lined the streets to watch, wanting to help but they were too weak to do so. They weren't warriors they couldn't help. Besides the girl wasn't they're problem, she didn't have any parents.. Alive anyway.
"Just so all you bastards know this is my village now. It's runnd by me," The tyrant pounded on his chest, "And anyone who doesn't obey me will end up like this one." He raised his sword above his and brought it down towards the little girl quickly. In a flash of black and a whirl of silver, he lay flat on his back the blade of the half-dead woman pressed to his throat. She said only one word, her voice cold and unforgiving, "Leave." She released the pressure of the sword and he scrambled out of the village.
She collapsed. The villagers dragged her body to the Inn, put her on the only bed there, it was a very small Inn, and started convincing the Inn Keeper, who hadn't seen what she did having been asleep at the time, to let her stay there as an honored guest. He agreed. The village doctor came next, he fixed her up with different potions and when all the gashes had been healed he left the women to clean her up, wouldn't be proper to do it him self. He told them as her got to the door, "Come and get me if you find any more wounds under that shabby armor." They nodded, he left.
The woman had never seen such armor before, and they didn't want to break it, so they went and got the village whore, who had much experience removing armor- just from men. "Oh, this is easy!" She exclaimed, and removed the entire thing in less then four minutes. The stranger was now in a modified bra and under wear, they decided to leave that on. Washing her wasn't a problem, now that the armor was off she was extremely light, they'd fix that soon enough. They put her in the bath, and after three minutes of scrubbing the water turned to muck. They removed her and drew another bath, with many exclamations of amazement. They finally finished a while later, and took her armor to the metal worker's shop to get it fixed. The village had repaid their debt in full.
The black harried woman woke up with a splitting head ache, "Where am I?" She asked herself, her voice sounded foreign to her, it sounded as if it wasn't her own. "Strange." She mused, her gazed traveled around the room, nothing special, except the young girl asleep in the corner.
She got up and walked to her, ignoring the fact that she was hardly clothed. "Hello." The girls eyes snapped open at the sound of the woman so close, Voice quivering she asked "Don't hurt me?" She sounded so pitiful that the woman could not resist opening her arms and asking, "Why ever would I want to do a thing like that?" The girl was not used to such a kind voice, all her life she had been kicked at and scorned for being parentless and homeless, a drain on the community. This was so new; she threw herself into those pale open arms.
The woman stood and carried her over to the bed. She lay them both down and then, drained of her strength once again, fell back asleep. The little girl stared at this beautiful woman, "Hello, I'm Mari. You're going to be my new Mommy, I need one of those." Mari yawned and fell asleep with a big bright smile on her little face.
The women came back to find them that way, they smiled the way women do and laid the armor down next to the bed, next to that the village whore placed a simple dress, "What? At least she can choose!" They left.
When next Mari woke up she saw her new "Mom" getting dressed. "Hello Mommy." She said, the woman jumped startled, "Wh, Wh, Huh?" The black harried woman sat down hard, and gave the beaming child a bewildered look. "I am?" She asked, Mari nodded.
"Well," Her voice was as warm as it got Mari guessed, "Get dressed! We're going. Oh.. And what's. what's your name." Mari smiled, guessing she felt bad forgetting her own child's name. "Mari, of course!"
The Mayor walked in, "Hello, I see your up, ah and dressed properly, dreadfully scary armor that was!" "You mean this is mine?" she asked holding up the armor, "Yes, of course." The Mayor sounded confused, but he continued any way, "We are very grateful to you for saving our little village, but we have fully repaid you, by treating your wounds and giving you rest and fixing your armor. Here," Mayor handed her a sack, "It has food in it." He said, "For your journey," His eyes turned cold, "Now leave you can't stay here."
The Mayor left, but his wife stayed behind a few minutes, "He doesn't mean to sound awful, but he does have the Village to look after and a warrior hanging around is just asking for trouble. Sorry. What's your name?" The woman looked to Mari, who shrugged, "I, I don't know." "Oh, maybe it's written on the in side of your armor?" The Mayor's wife suggested, the woman picked up the armor, all that was on the inside was a single rose, engraved on the breastplate. "Maybe your name is Rose." Mari suggested, she had been standing on the bed and peering over "Rose's" Shoulder. "Hey, why not!" Rose exclaimed.
An hour later Rose and her new daughter left the village in search of a new home and an old life.
End note: Um End part one.. Yeah R&R Please!