Hello! Here is the next chapter! It is a bit longer, but I decided to keep everything in it. Hope you all enjoy it! Please review, it would be nice to know what you guys think! :) Constructive criticism is always welcome!

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Haradwaith

Arya blinked, regaining her consciousness. She looked around, still disorientated. It took her a couple of minutes for her to recognize the place as Dῢrion's room. Remembering he commander, Arya lurched forward, throwing up on the floor. Her head was spinning, as the memories flooded back to her mind. Dῢrion forced himself on her, raping her numerous times. At first, she resisted, trying with all her might to overpower him. He enjoyed the resistance, smiling every time she landed a punch over his jaw or every time she clawed his cheek, drawing blood even. Her resistance was not long lived, she turned numb, shutting out the outside world, allowing Dῢrion to do as he pleased with her limp body. He was angered by this, punching her several times, eventually knocking her out. Arya did not dare to think of what else he did to her body when she was knocked out. She just registered the soreness from between her legs, and did not dear look down at her naked form.

Both her hands and feet were bound. The shackles dug deep into her skin, causing a bloody mess. Dῢrion was nowhere to be found. She felt that Gwaihir was also in distress, locked away in the cages at the bottom of the keep. Her pain was unbearable. Tears were streaming down her face, as she attempted to break her bounds, digging the shackles deeper into her skin.

"Such a beauty!" Dῢrion barked from the doorway. Arya jumped in fright, pulling up her legs trying to cover up her body. The Commander was an evil man, but he had one of the best skills in the Order. His presence emerging in the room skipped Arya's knowledge. Dῢrion laughed at her, shaking his head. "My Dear, I have seen you more exposed than that!"

"Do not speak the language of my people, you filth!" Arya spat, switching to the common tongue. Her words came out weaker than she intended them to, but she refused to have him express himself in her beautiful language. Tears were still streaming down her face, something that also took away from the strength of her words. Her words only caused him to laugh louder, almost turning into hysterics.

"You are no one! You would not even be here if it were not for my sister! This is all her fault you know?" Dῢrion circled Arya's position. "If you were not shown the way of the Order by her you would not be here." He received a glare from Arya. She was weak, and disorientated, but she knew when they wanted to trick her, or when they wanted to manipulate her. Dῢrion was a skilled assassin, but he was not very good with his words.

"You will not destroy her reputation any further…" She seethed, tugging her arms again.

"What are you going to do about it?" Dῢrion asked, his mood switching suddenly. He glared at her, his eyes radiating hate and anger. Arya watched in fear as a certain darkness overtook his eyes. The darkness that surrounded him sickened Arya even further. "Are you going to run to my sister? Is she going to save you again? Where is she?" Dῢrion grabbed Arya's chin, pulling her face inches from his. He felt in charge again, his mood switching into the hysterical laughter he was showing a few moments ago. "My sister is no one. She is weak. Do you honestly think she will come?"

"Yes." Arya stated simply. Her simple answer earned her another punch. She saw stars, as she tried to focus on Dῢrion again. "She will overtake you… she will become the rightful leader of this Order. You are no one… a shallow human, a disgrace to this race!" Arya mumbled, spitting blood from her mouth and allowing herself a cocky smirk. The last thing she remembered was receiving strong kick to the face, slipping back into unconsciousness again.

Rivendell

Vendethiel tugged on her travel gear which consisted of a tunic like white shirt, with a doubled layered robe on top for the warmth that is required for flying. The robes were connected to the beaked hood. Vendethiel pulled on her sash and the belt, which held all her hunting knives and little trinkets and explosives. Hopping on one leg, she pulled on her boots, deciding to hide some knives there too.

The words of Gladriel still rang through her head. She understood absolutely nothing, but Arya was in danger. Feeling responsible for the wellbeing of the elf, of her first novice, she threw together a travel pack hastily and bounded out of her room to the front garden. Alyan was already waiting for her, already agitated and eager to leave. The eagle's wings were raised to the sky, as he cawed at Vendethiel to hurry.

"We are going home my friend…" Vendethiel called, leaping onto the back of the eagle. He wasted no time, before kicking off the ground with his strong legs and flying off in the direction of Haradwaith. Vendethiel never remembered Alyan flying this fast. It was as if he felt the danger that was brewing in the deep caves of the Order. He felt the danger that his kin were also in.

The journey was far from comfortable, the rapid wing flaps caused Vendethiel to have to hold on with all her might as the eagle's muscles rippled under her. She ignored the numbing in her legs and kept her eyes fixed on the skies and ground ahead. The last thing they needed was interruptions.

Eventually, the pair made it to Haradwaith just before sunrise, without having to face any complications. "Stay here. Be cautious." Vendethiel ordered. The long trip allowed her to devise a plan of how to approach the Keep. Eventually, she decided to sneak into the Keep, garnering as little attention from the other assassins. It was still early, most of the Assassins would still be asleep and she had confidence that she could outsmart the guards, or kill them if they stood in her way. Her goal was to get to Arya's quarters first, which was on one of the top levels of the complex cave system. Luck was on Vendethiel's side, and she got to the room quickly, not meeting anyone on the way.

"Fuck…." Vendethiel grumbled, as she scouted the empty room. She put her hands on her head, knowing where she had to check next. Dῢrion's quarters was at the bottom of the cave, probably very highly guarded. Vendethiel devised yet another plan of action. Worry was starting to creep up on her, as she felt nervous. She knew in such situations it was crucial for her to calm her nerves, because the success of the mission is at risk. In the past, she was agitated about Dῢrion's behavior and it led her to act out not the best plan, it almost cost her life. It was because of this she took up meditation and stretching.

Find a guard, kill him, take his clothes. She thought to herself, leaving the room. Not kill… too much blood. Ruined robes. Vendethiel corrected, trying to calm her racing thoughts. Her plan was already ten steps ahead. Staying to the shadows, she found the first guard that was alone. Clamping her hands over his chin, she pulled with great strength, hearing the satisfying crack. Kill him it is… Vendethiel thought, dragging the body to a secluded chamber. She ripped off the garments and pulled it over her own robes, not wanting to waste time with changing.

Vendethiel took a deep breath, slowing her movements, trying to seem as casual as possible and not give away her identity. Soon she got to the door of her brother's room, having past a dozen guards who were completely and utterly oblivious to her presence. The door was guarded by two sleepy guards. Horrible security… Vendethiel thought, slowly approaching the guards. She had high doubts if they even noticed her presence yet, even though she was standing a few feet from them. Once she was in arm's length, Vendethiel pushed her blades through the neck of the two guards, killing them instantly. She steadied their body against the wall, trying to make it seem as normal as possible.

"Fuck it…." Vendethiel grumbled, giving up with her weak attempts, leaving the two limp bodies of the guards against the wall. One of the bodies began to slide down slowly, leaving a trail of blood behind on the wall.

She opened the door, scanning the room with her eyes quickly. What greeted her, was nothing that came close to what she expected. She was expecting a bloody mess, a body scattered with scars, but in all her theories she thought that it was only physical abuse. Instead, the stark-naked form of Arya was what she saw, tied to the pillar in the room. Vendethiel dropped to her knees, covering her mouth in complete and utter shock. It took her moments before she could move. Grabbing a small cup, she filled it with water and splashed it in Arya's face. She began to gently slap her cheeks. "Please wake up Arya." She whispered. Arya stirred, opening her eyes slightly. "It is me Arya… come on, come around!" Vendethiel encouraged. Arya stared into the eyes of her friend and shivered. The eyes of the siblings were the same. She let out a scream. Vendethiel clasped her hand over her mouth, trying to quieten her panic, and not to raise any alarms with the guards. "Arya! It is me, Vendethiel! I am not here to hurt you mellon!" Vendethiel hushed, a look of worry evident on her face. Arya focused in on her face, letting out a sigh. The sound of her people calmed her, knowing that Dῢrion would not use the language. Vendethiel looked down at her body. It was beaten, covered in bruises and dried blood. She saw blood between her legs too. Vendethiel's skin began to crawl as she began to understand the situation. She still had some hope that her brother would not get to such a low level. He was still from the dark elf race, a noble kind. He was raised by the lord of Rivendell, he knew better than to get to this level…

"Vendethiel… I am so glad you are here." Arya mumbled quietly. Her lip was so swollen, she could barely talk. Vendethiel's face was still in shock and confusion. "I swear I am never going to comment on your looks again..." Arya jested. Vendethiel shook her head, letting out an exasperated chuckle.

"This is no time for jokes, my friend. I will clean you up… tell me as much as you can, what happened? Who did this?" Vendethiel questioned, dampening a cloth and wiping away the dried blood from the bruised body of her friend. Vendethiel had managed to convince herself that Dῢrion was still a noble man. Arya hissed and looked at her friend, as she felt the pain from the cloth rubbing over her skin.

"Your brother did this to me." She whispered ashamed, tears once again streaming down her face. Vendethiel's hand stopped in midair. She blinked trying to comprehend this piece of information, that just brought her perceptions crashing down. Deep down, Vendethiel knew that her brother was evil, but she still had a fool's hope that he would not do something this reckless. To do such an act, that the Order was set out to stop was too much, especially against a member of the Order. Vendethiel's hand started shaking, as the angered pursed through her body. She looked at Arya, her eyes becoming dark. Arya had never seen her friend like this, the anger that was radiating from her. The resemblance between her and Dῢrion was sickening. Arya could sense that Vendethiel was going through some inner turmoil, a mix of anger, rage and embarrassment.

"I will fucking kill him." Vendethiel seethed, continuing to clean up Arya. "I will fucking kill him. He will not do this shit anymore." Arya furrowed her brows, looking in confusion at Vendethiel as she switched to the common tongue. Vendethiel was raging, and she could not keep her temper under control. She hurled the small basin against the wall, shattering the wooden material.

Vendethiel helped Arya up, continuing to rant about killing her brother. She took of the robes that was confiscated from the guard she had killed and pulled it over Arya. "Can you walk?" Vendethiel asked, cutting the shackles with her blades. Arya stood, pulling the robes close to her body, ignoring the pain that surged through her body. Arya nodded her head slowly. "Do you know where Dῢrion is?"

"No." Arya muttered. Vendethiel nodded, turning on her heels and pacing. Arya knew this was a sign that she was thinking. She watched the shaking hands of Vendethiel, and tried to remain calm for both their sakes. She was worried the woman would do something brash that may result in her being killed.

"Okay… we will let lose the eagles. That should send a message…" Vendethiel muttered. She quickly found a piece of parchment paper and a quill and scribbled out another message for her brother. With a hunting knife, she slammed it to the cave wall, next to the indentation the wooden bowl caused.

You will pay for your mistakes brother dearest…

"If you cannot continue, please tell me." Vendethiel said, taking Arya's arm over her shoulder and quickly leaving the room. They made their way down the corridor to the cages. Before entering through the door, Vendethiel let go of Arya, and kicked down the door. Her rage was fueling her as she fought her way through the assassins. She killed anyone that came her way. Arya slowly limped after her, not drawing any attention to herself. She looked around in disbelief at the limp bodies of the Order. Arya has never seen such destruction by one person. She could not bring herself to be angry at the woman… she understood where her actions were coming from. Vendethiel soon cleared the way to the cages. All the Eagles were enclosed, without any water or food.

This was too much for Vendethiel to bare. When she saw the figure of Gwaihir, she fell to her knees and let out an aggravated scream. The eagles looked up, laying their eyes on Vendethiel. They flapped their strong wings, rattling the cages as Vendethiel began to cut through the locks.

"Alyan is outside! Join your brother! Fly!" Vendethiel encouraged, breaking all the locks. Gwaihir trotted to Arya, letting out a pained cry. Vendethiel joined the duo. "Gwaihir. Take her to Alyan. Gather with others. I will join as soon as I can…"

Vendethiel helped Arya onto the eagle and watched as they flew out. She grabbed her explosives and began running back to the surface, bracing herself for the fight that was to come. Her presence was already known, she only hoped to meet her brother, to give him what he truly deserved. Several guards tried to attack her, but many stepped out from her way, allowing her to flee, some even followed her. Vendethiel was shocked, seeing the numbers that rallied behind her. A lot of blood had to be spilt.

They reached the opening of the cave. Vendethiel stopped, seeing a familiar figure. Megildur, the assassin who was promoted to second in command instead of her… she readied herself, preparing for the fight that was to come.