Chapter 3: misleading paths
**Sorry for the delay of this chapter, but I am very busy right now. I got a tutorial at university. But I promise to upload the next chapters rather quickly. So please read and review Every author needs feedback, even a LittleGreenTroll**
Kyah slowed down. She had been walking for almost all night and morning.
But she was determined to fulfill her destiny- even if it meant to die.
The 16-year-old girl was exhausted. Beads of sweat flowing down her pretty
face, she neared her unknown destiny. But not only the high temperatures
were responsible for the salty liquid. She heard her heart pounding in
her chest. Was she afraid? Now that she approached her old home-the palace.
Little hairs rose on her back, when she thought of Draju and her treatment,
that she would receive. Maybe he wouldn't kill her.
"Why am I fooling myself?", she said aloud. If he didn't kill
her instantly, he would make her suffering and then begging for her death.
Kyah would be murdered like her beloved father. The Teenager knew, that
her uncle had an unlimited greed for power, that made him unpredictable.
She shivered by thinking of her last relative. An ice cold shower went
over her back. Making her spine feel numb and her legs started to paralyse.
Could Ky really afford the courage to walk over to the despot in order
to save her friends, who believed in her. She had to, though her feeling
in her legs hadn't returned yet. There were only a few miles left. "My
Dad would have done it!", she encouraged herself with a strong voice, that
did not allow any insecurities to peek through her-now- composed
façade. One more time she turned her head and glanced back to the
forest. Her green eyes did not carry the usual so refreshing spirit of
her soul, they carried sadness and a flicker of anger, hate. Her windows
to her soul closed, whole shaking her head. No, she had to look forward.
Only the village protected her from the clutches of the tyrant.
The wind played with her long cherry-coloured hair, that
was tied back into a ponytail. Just a few strains were to shrewish to be
tamed. But they didn't sap her dignity. Nobody could take away it, not
even Draju.
Ky set one foot into the very small town. Suddenly the life of the
busy village stood still. Every citizen looked at the proud young lady.
A whisper went through the people. "Isn't that…?" an old man asked.
"I thought she was dead!", another murmured to his neighbour
"I knew that she would come back someday!", a woman cried full of hope
Kyah forced her way through the villagers, avoiding direct eye
contact. She couldn't look at them. When she left, this very village blossomed
like a flower in spring. And now? It seemed to be the most miserable
place to live in. The young woman was so ashamed to have any relationship
with this so -called king. Her gaze was glued onto the dirty pavement.
Coming nearer and nearer to the entrance of the palace, her fear was
welling inside again. Soldiers saw her approach. Now it even was too late
for running. They grabbed her shirt and threw her hard onto the ground.
Meanwhile in the palace
Obi-Wan was getting impatient. He knew, that this wasn't a Jedi trait,
but he tried almost the whole day to talk to the king privately. Now his
nerves were very thin. The king didn't even acknowledge him because he
was enjoying himself. He was inspecting his troops.
Obi-Wan fidgeted. Qui-Gon always tried to stop that, but he failed
miserably. His fingers played with the edge of his sleeves. It was better
than to chew fingernails. The Knight had to find his focus again. The nagging
bad feeling somehow returned to his mind. There was something going on."
But what?", he thought. He had to talk to the king….instantly!
***outside the palace***
"Surrender rebel scum or we will be forced to kill you!", one of them
yelled into her ear.
She couldn't even respond to the request, when of the armed monsters
in the nice black uniforms kicked her into the ribcage. There was a cracking
sound and she cried out aloud. Her breathing became very rapid. She was
only a girl for god's sake! Did they really expect her to fight an army
on her own and to cause any damage? A short soldier pulled her arms onto
her back and put chains around her wrists. Then he whispered very softly
into her ear
" You are very pretty my dear! I hope King Draju doesn't want to kill
you immediately! His soldiers should be granted a bit fun, too.". He forced
her to her feet and placed his slimy lips onto hers. His foul breath wormed
through her mouth, made her want to vomit and her eyes widened in shock.
She was dragged towards the court.
***palace***
Suddenly a very loud noise. An explosion! Fire! The ground on which
they were standing shook. Obi-Wan threw himself over the king to
protect him from any harm. Soldiers running, screaming frantically. Chaos
emerged. Then the noise and the fire faded and Obi-Wan stood up. His robes
were torn, but he wasn't injured. The king was lucky enough to be unharmed
too.
" Now is that prove enough, Kenobi? Do you want more? The rebels tried
to do it again and maybe they will try it again and succeed!", the king
was hysterical by now and hyperventilating. Obi-Wan helped him up and tried
to calm him down but if Qui-Gon couldn't make Obi-Wan stop fidgeting, Obi-Wan
wouldn't be able to make the king relax. The young man let his gaze wonder
and caught sight of a small troop of soldiers, who were dragging
a girl towards the king. He looked at them confused.
"Look what you have done!", one of the men said to the frightened child
and hit straight into her face.
"I hope that the king wasn't harmed! If so I will kill you with my
bare hands!", another one cried at her and slammed his fist into her ribs.
She screamed in pain, but she refused to cry. Her pants were covered with
blood and her shirt didn't look much better.
Now even the king saw them coming. Making sure Kenobi couldn't see
him, he smiled to himself. Now his time had come! ….
Tbc…