Chapter Three Bedtime Story
"STOP YOUR WHINING, YOU 'ORRIBLE LIL' BRAT!"
Raven flinched at the loudness of his voice "CAN'T YOU GET IT INTO THAT THICK SKULL OF YOURS?"
The man bent down to her level and strated stroking her cheek "No one is coming" he whispered, making a shiver run down her spine.
Mistaking it for being cold, the man sat beside her and pulled her into a hug.
She whimpered in pain as the hug was forcing the iron shackles round her wrists dig in, drawing blood, that ran down her arms.
Seeing this , the man wiped a bit of the blood off with his finger and brought to his mouth, licking the subtance off.
He hummed in enojyment of the flavour "Such a sweet taste, for such a sweet girl."
Raven eyes started to droop as she was being taken over with tiredness. She blinked, trying to stay awake.
"You tired, sweetheart?" he questioned her in a sickly toned voice.
She slightly nodded.
The man sighed and his grip tightened "Does your father tell you bedtime stories, lil' one?"
That brought a smile to the girl's face "Yes" her voice was hoarse and timid "Happy and funny stories of faires and magic. In a land of castles and battles, where a prince and a princess are in love with a happy ending."
The man sighed again "Oh my child. My stories are completly different. Filled with betrayal, death, dark evil magic that will haunt you dreams. And they NEVER have a happy ending. Just...a murder."
Raven flinched again and tried to wriggle herself free from his grasp, but she was weak. His grip was too tight, too strong.
'Whenever daddy hugs me , its warm and soft. This man's cuddles and rough and...angry' she thought to herself.
"Lets begin shall we? Once upon a time, there was a woman who fell in love with a man. She was a druid and he was a very powerful sorcerer. Months later, the druid girl gave birth to a daughter. Now there was another man, who wanted the child, He craved her. He promised himself not to rest until she was his. He was growing impatient that the birth was taking a long time. So he cast a spell on her to hurry it up, but the spell was too strong. It killed the mother, but the child survived. She was brought up by her father and his brother. The man was captured and locked up in a cell, in the dungeons, beneath a castle where the girl and father and uncle lived. Five years later, the baby grew into a beautiful young girl. Wanting her more, the man escaped the cells and went looking. His heart broke when he saw the father take her away, but in time he caught them. He beat the father and left him for dead in a forest. He took the girl and kept her hidden from the world. He treated her as his own daughter, but she didn't return the favour of treating him as a father, so he hit her, tortured her, when finally she gave in. One day, her father and uncle came searching for her and when thet did, a battle broke out, killing the two men. Seeing as it was longer safe for her, Alvarr took little Raven away. She grew in to a lovely young lady, but she betrayed Alvarr by falling in love. So Alvarr killed Raven and harnassed her magic and became the world's most powerful, invincible sorcerer. The end. No wasn't that a nice story?"
Alvarr pretended to cry "It brings a tear to my eye."
Raven stared into the distance with fear in her wide eyes "T...thats you plan, isn't it?" she asked looking up to him.
Alvarr nodded with a sad smile.
She gasped and horror and began to silently cry to herself.
He kissed her forehead and stood up.
It was dark, so Raven couldn't see him, but she knew he walked away as she heard his footsteps and when he spoke it sounded far.
"Has your father ever told you...about the Mandrake root?"
"Y..yes." She gulped heavily "H...he said they are a cruel t...toy. Their screams can only be heard w...with those who possess magic. A ear screeching scream. They g...give you images of people. Loved ones. But they're...they're not really there."
She became more scared. Why would he ask her that?
"Merlin is a wise man. A bit of an idiot. Sometimes clumsy, annoying-"
"Daddy is a good man, worth more than you could ever be." she interupted with gritted teeth. He and Uncle Arty will find me and when they do, they will kill you. Daddy will use his magic to knock you out, then Arthur will use his sword, Ex...ex...cal...ibur. A sword made by Kilgah."
Although she couldn't see it in the dark, a wide grin grew on Alvarr's face "Ah, yes. The sword that can kill the dead. I must say, mighty strong words for one so small."
Alvarr snapped his fingers and lightning striked through the cave, making Raven jump.
She looked up and gasped when he saw hundreds of Mandrakes, hanging from the ceiling.
She let out a broken sob.
"Sweet dreams, Raven."
Ooooh, I'm evil!
Don't worry, it will get...worse :)
Only joking. Next chapter up soon.
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