Author's Note (NEW) November 23, 2014
The story is not discontinued and still on-going in fact I just finished another chapter though the release will get a delay I really am sorry I just need to rethink some few stuff and correct a bit of grammar.
Anyways, up-vote the story if you like it, leave a review if you want, thank you for reading.
Author's Note (OLD)
I am so sorry couldn't upload for a while I did finish the story for a few chapters but I'm still editing them.
If you have notice i sometimes edit previous chapter because of grammar, and thank you again for reading...
Here's a short for you to read...
Preparations Part 3
Scale Impaled
His yellow saurian eyes struggling to blink; he woke up with his scaly skin, feet, arms and tail bounded in silver shackles, he look around and realized he was hanging on the wall. A black haired girl wearing steel armor was sitting on a chair drinking tea, a few meters in front of him but her arms were covered in bandages. He mumbled to himself "How?" then he muttered "Tch…" trying to assess the situation his in. He was sure he was about to give her the final blow as he stared at the girl he tried to recall what happened but his head was still hurt and a bit shaky. All he remembered that the girl retaliated but he couldn't remember how but it doesn't matter now as soon as her master comes home he will be rotting in Riften's dungeon for the next few years or worse, he thought to himself.
He smirked and shouted at the girl."Hey"
"What is it, scum?" the black haired girl answered with a solemn look while drinking her tea.
He tilted his head; this widened his nostrils from his snout. It annoyed the girl; she stood up from her chair glaring at him.
"You called to me with that irritating look, are you looking for a beating?" She said while grabbing a few daggers from table.
"I think I had quite enough of that" He smirked again, hoping to provoke the girl for an opening, but in his mind he finds it funny when she speak to him with her Nordic accent.
She grinned. "Really? But I personally think you need more"
"Oh, quite the sadists aren't you?"
A flash of daggers answered him. One ended up on top of his head, the other two besides his lower body, it was triangular. The black haired girl, comb her hair sideward with her left hand and then raised a brow.
"Tell me scum, who are you?" she said.
"Just a wandering alchemist"
"I ask who you are not what you do in your pathetic life"
Although the girl was ready to throw a dagger on his snout, she controlled her temper. He observed for a moment trying to figure to say next.
"What I do defines me, it is who I am" he continued.
He heard a sudden stud. This time it wasn't daggers she threw; it was a silver double edged sword it was so sharp that when it landed close to his neck, that only that was left was the hilt. If it weren't for its hilt it would have gone through the wall, a few seconds later a bit of blood drip out from his neck, it seems that it cut him a little. The silvery sword hilt shined a faint light reflected by the candles, sweat came out of his saurian head but it can't be notice because of his scaly skin.
"Oops, so sorry my hands slip" she said in an extremely annoyed voice and while her right eye was twitching but she still sitting on the chair.
His eyes widened out of fear, his face become pale as he felt the tension on the air; the girl is extremely agitated the next thing she throws could be the end of him.
"I really hate scum with a pretense of a scholar" she said as she grabbed a dagger from the table, it was her last dagger. She was looking at it like she was thinking of something while playing with it; whirling it around on her hands. She smirked.
"Well, if you won't tell me who you are then die as a nameless bastard"
As she was about to throw the final blow, a low voice interrupted her.
"Hey"
