Chapter 8 Hope Is Eternal
I apologize for the delay life sort of got in the way.
Athos fought swet dripped down from his brow threatening to go into his eyes as he parried, thrust, and reposed his way through his fight. Grimaud was a strong opponent but, there was one thing Grimand and his men did not have and that was love and hope to save a friend that lay dying. Athos refused to believe that they came all this way for this. Another man came toward him from his left and he knew he would be unable to prevent off this man's blow, but just before he could the man crumpled to the ground dead with a long dagger in his back. Athos, unfortunately, did not know nor did he have the time to figure out who threw the dagger but, he knew it had not been his brothers they were not at the right angles.
"Surrender," Athos growled.
"Why would I do that?" Grimaud asked.
The Queen's Private Quarters
The waiting was the worst Anne thought, for with waiting came not knowing, and with not knowing came the minds cruel imagination to think of the worst scenarios. She lay in her bed trying to sleep but it would not come. Instead, she tried distracting herself by watching her son sleep peacefully next to her. But that only brought her back to Aramis. She closed her eye and let out another stream of silent tears run down her face.
The Musketeer Garrison Office
Constance did not even try to sleep, she was worried of course but what kept her up was the fact that it had come down to her to tell Trèvil about what was going on.
Just then there was a rap on the door. "Enter."
"I hope you have a very good reason for waking me up at this hour, Madam D'Artagnan," Trévil said as he entered the room and froze letting the door slam behind him.
In her, outstretched hand, Constance held Aramis' rosary given to her by the Queen for one reason to tell Trévil. She waited patiently for Trévil to find his voice again.
Aramis' Prison
With a god, almighty rawr Porthos charged four guards they would pay for Aramis, as he let his rage consume him. By God, Aramis would not die today.
As he joined the fray D'Artagnan saw Athos lung for Grimaud and Porthos yelling at the top of his lungs as he charged four guards who did not stand a chance. D'Artagnan spun and paired as one of the guards prest into the fight. And as he fought he used every ounce of his controlled rage Aramis will be ok.
It's a short chapter, yes, I am sorry for that but I felt u all needed another chapter before u went crazy or something. Please review I hope u liked this long-anticipated chapter.