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Behind The Mask By Escape The Fate
Behind The Mask By Azalia Fox Knightling
Chapter 1: Hurt
If only I knew what I know today
I would hold you in my arms
I would take the pain away
Thank you for all you've done
Forgive all your mistakes
There's nothing I wouldn't do
To hear your voice again
Sometimes I want to call you but I know you won't be there
I'm sorry for blaming you for everything I just couldn't do
And I've hurt myself by hurting you
Some days I feel broke inside but I won't admit
Sometimes I just want to hide 'cause it's you I miss
You know it's so hard to say goodbye when it comes to this
Would you tell me I was wrong?
Would you help me understand?
Are you looking down upon me?
Are you proud of who I am?
There's nothing I wouldn't do
To have just one more chance
To look into your eyes and see you looking back
If I had just one more day, I would tell you how much that
I've missed you since you've been away
Oh, it's dangerous
It's so out of line to try to turn back time
I'm sorry for blaming you for everything I just couldn't do
And I've hurt myself
By hurting you
-Hurt, Christina Aguilera
"Aegon the Conqueror left Dragonstone with his wives Rhaenys and Visenya, who were also his sisters. They landed in Westeros with a small army and a secret weapon-"
"Really?" asked a small girl.
"Yes, Amaryllis, now do you want to hear the rest of it or not?"
Amaryllis quickly nodded her head. It wasn't often that Keenan would tell her about her ancestors. Most of the time he would just avoid the topic of her ancestry all together. Only Bastiaan would mention a few things about it. Though it was only to help ensure that she learned from the mistakes her ancestors made.
"Now this secret weapon were the last three remaining dragons in the world, and with them; Aegon defeated six of the seven kingdoms in Westeros."
"Wow."
"Amaryllis."
"Sorry."
"And the place where Aegon first began his conquest and became his family's seat of power is now the city of King's Landing."
BANG
A broad shouldered, curly haired man burst threw a door, startling the teenage boy that had few minutes earlier been telling a small dark-haired girl named Amaryllis a story.
"Get your things and get into the cellar. Now," he barked out.
"What's going?"
"Don't ask questions. Just get her inside the cellar."
The teenage boy scrambled towards the floor near the edge of the wall. He picked up a few pieces of the wooden floorboard to reveal a dark empty space underneath. Only those who knew of it's presence would even notice it.
"You keep her safe. Remember our promise and the plan. We can't fail them."
Keenan nodded.
The teenage boy grabbed a chest, a few other things, and jumped down into the darkness.
Grabbing the small girl, the man pulled her in front of him,"You listen to Keenan. He'll keep you safe. Be brave."
The small girl nodded her head and softly replied," You'll come meet us later, right Bastiaan?"
"Of course. Now quickly."
Bastiaan carefully handed Keenan the young girl. Before Bastiaan moved the the wood back into place. He caught his younger brother's eye. Keenan gave him a sad look. He knew his older brother's chances of survival where extremely low and that his brother was lying. Most likely to give Amaryllis a peace of mind.
Darkness swallowed the small cellar, except for a few streams of light that came from the thin spaces between the floorboards.
Keenan could feel his heart beating loudly.
Louder and louder it grew. He was slightly surprised that his brother couldn't hear it.
He pulled Amaryllis closer to him and held her in his arms.
Keenan strained his ears as he heard a sound. What was that?
After a few moments, it was quite obvious that it was the clop clop from a few horses by the sounds of it. He felt like a bit of an idiot.
Keenan could feel his blood run cold at the familiar voice of a one Jaime Lannister. The man who had literally backstabbed the Mad King.
"Well, well if it isn't Bastiaan Mormont," greeted a voice that was strangely cheerful," Last I heard you were dead."
Bastiaan snorted. "At least if I were dead, I would not have to see your face. So unfortunately, I am alive. Unless you are blind enough to still believe that I'm dead."
Jaime only smiled at that. It seemed that nothing seemed to faze the fair-haired man.
"You have a lot of nerve speaking to me in that fashion, especially unarmed."
"Do you even have any honor? Where is the honor in killing a man unarmed, but that's right it really shouldn't even matter seeing as you've already done it before," retorted Bastiaan.
"How odd that I am reviled by so many for my finest act. Tell me if I had stabbed the Mad King in the belly instead of the back would you have admired me more?"
Bastiaan frowned," You shouldn't have even betrayed him in the first place. You swore an oath."
"And all rules are meant to be broken," countered Jaime," Now I tire of this mindless chatter. Where are the others?"
"What others?"
"I've heard whispers of two whose description fitted that of your younger brother...what was his name? Ah yes, Keenan. And the other, a young girl who is said to have Targaryen colouring," with each word Jaime spoke his voice grew slightly darker.
"You'll never find them," snorted Bastiaan," they are long gone."
Jaime paused a moment to stare at saw different emotions flicker threw Bastiaan's grey eyes. But he managed to catch a brief glimpse of fear in them. Though that was enough time for him to realize that Bastiaan was lying.
"Men, search the house."
Jaime waited patiently, though as the moments passed by Bastiaan grew even more nervous. But he felt relief rush through his body when one of the guards spoke.
"We weren't able to find them, Ser."
"Well I really didn't want to resort to this," though his voice spoke otherwise, " Keenan, bring me the girl and your life will be spared as well as your brother's."
Bastiaan silently prayed to the gods that his brother ignored Jaime. It seemed like they were answered since Keenan did not appear with Amaryllis.
Jaime let out a deep exaggerated sigh.
"Burn the house to the ground."
But the soldiers hesitated as Bastiaan started laughing hysterically.
"You fool, burn it if you must. Fire will not hurt them. By all means continue."
Bastiaan smirked. Keenan and Amaryllis would be fine as long as they got to the tunnel in time.
"Well seeing as you are of no further use to me," Jaime said. Though the moment he finished speaking, he darted forward and slit Bastiaan's throat.
Blood spurted from his wound and his mouth, before he toppled forward onto the floor.
Jaime tutted. So much for retrieving the others. As he turned to leave, a soft whimper could be heard.
Jaime glanced at the ground, looking between the floorboards. He was able to discern movement.
"Tear the floorboards apart. They are beneath them."
Keenan gently pushed Amaryllis in front of him into the tunnel.
"Hurry," he whispered.
The only sound the pair could hear was that of their hearts and the constant hacking of metal meeting wood. Their hearts beated louder and louder; drumming in their ears.
They just needed to make it through the tunnel. It only led to the forest that was near their home, but it lead to a spot where you couldn't be seen from the outskirts of the forest.
A loud crack resounded, as the floor finally gave way to reveal a dark cellar hidden beneath the floorboards.
The soldiers attempted to follow the pair, but the tunnels forced them to crawl on all fours and their armour slowed them down.
Keenan and Amaryllis were temporarily rendered blind at the sudden change of light. Keenan yanked Amaryllis into his arms he ran towards the two horses that were already prepared. A slight pang went threw him, they were supposed to have went riding into the forest to show Amaryllis the different plants and their uses. But it seemed fate had other plans for them.
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