She took off her left hand with her middle and index finger from my temple. I saw Riska's face, really not a pleasant sight to see when you just saw your past life.
"The war started," Riska spoke, "and it was all because of you." She gave me a tight devilish smile. She was right. It was all my fought. "You got everyone killed. Even yourself. There were a few survivors, of course. When you died, things got hectic. Your kingdom was separated. You should have-" then Riska was interrupted. A blast came from my right. I was hit with some plaster and rock. My head turned to that direction. There stood three people, but of course, not normal people. Yep, you got it. All dressed in cloaks.
Then one of them stepped onto the broken pieces of the wall. I could see that whoever it was, was taking in the surroundings, noticing every detail. Then the person was staring directly at Riska. A cold voice escaped from his/her lips, "Let her go, Riska." Four words that sent shivers down my spine. It was a masculine voice. Well, this was one hell of a day.
Then Riska walked towards the one who spoke, blocking my view. "Would the word 'no' mean anything?" I could just imagine her saying that with the same smile when she burned my parents.
"Last chance," spoke the same cold voice. Then a pale hand removed the hood of the cloak.
"James!" said a shocked Riska. James? Thank God, I'm being rescued. A smile formed on my lips. Then a disgusted Riska said with certainty, "So, you've come to save her. Even if she broke your heart, killed many of your people when they followed her, and died in someone else's arms! How you could you still save a wretched soul? Haven't you learn anything in four hundred years?" She paused, waiting for James to respond. I died in someone else's arms? Who knew? Certainly, not me, I think...
I started to wiggle the ropes that bound my legs to the chair. Then Riska moved out further towards James. Humph. Now, she moves. She was standing only about a foot away from me. Good. I could see James and the other two people in cloaks perfectly. "I have learned, Riska. I have learned." That was all he said before the other two in cloaks walked forward. The two that walked forward raised their hands in the air. Their palms rose towards the ceiling. A blue fireball appeared in between the palms. It looked like a blue ball that was covered in blue flames. Neat, eh?
Then the two with the fireballs did a quick flick of the wrist, and the fireballs flew at Riska. Riska stuck her hands out in front of her. The fireballs stopped in mid-air. Damn, and just when things were getting good for the good side. Riska shook her head at James. "Tsk, tsk. You should know better than this." The fireballs exploded. Riska sighed. "So, boring. Now it's my turn." She loosely put one hand out in front of her. A fireball was forming. Except it was different. Instead of it turning blue, or even red, it was black. My eyes widen. I tried again to get the rope to loosen up from my legs. Come on. I could tell it was getting loose, I just hope it would be in time.
"Lets see if you can stop this." Riska softly muttered. Then the black fireball flew out of her hand. James dove out of the way, behind a table. He quickly turned the table over on its side, the legs of the table pointing towards Riska. I didn't see where the other two went. Ok, so I didn't really care where they went. "Come out, James. Pity, that you can't fight against a girl. How very...aristocratic." Then she raised her hand again. I started to move my legs, but it still didn't help. Crap. Then my hand felt something behind my back. Rock. It was a rock, and sharp too. Lucky, eh? It's kinda of like the luck you see in the movies. Nice to know it can happen in real life too.
I grabbed the rock and started to cut the ropes that bound my hand. There. The ropes dropped softly to the ground. Then Riska threw another fireball right at the table. Before the fireball came intact with the table, I could see James move behind a Victorian chair. Hm, I never saw that chair here before. All well. Riska started to walk further towards James. I took the chance. I reached down and sliced the ropes at my feet. Free. My eyes looked back up at Riska and I was immensely scared. James was cornered, while Riska was holding up a black fireball.
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A/N: Ok, don't ask what came over me. I have never written something like this. This is just me and my imagination gone wild. Trust me...maybe you shouldn't... ^_^
"The war started," Riska spoke, "and it was all because of you." She gave me a tight devilish smile. She was right. It was all my fought. "You got everyone killed. Even yourself. There were a few survivors, of course. When you died, things got hectic. Your kingdom was separated. You should have-" then Riska was interrupted. A blast came from my right. I was hit with some plaster and rock. My head turned to that direction. There stood three people, but of course, not normal people. Yep, you got it. All dressed in cloaks.
Then one of them stepped onto the broken pieces of the wall. I could see that whoever it was, was taking in the surroundings, noticing every detail. Then the person was staring directly at Riska. A cold voice escaped from his/her lips, "Let her go, Riska." Four words that sent shivers down my spine. It was a masculine voice. Well, this was one hell of a day.
Then Riska walked towards the one who spoke, blocking my view. "Would the word 'no' mean anything?" I could just imagine her saying that with the same smile when she burned my parents.
"Last chance," spoke the same cold voice. Then a pale hand removed the hood of the cloak.
"James!" said a shocked Riska. James? Thank God, I'm being rescued. A smile formed on my lips. Then a disgusted Riska said with certainty, "So, you've come to save her. Even if she broke your heart, killed many of your people when they followed her, and died in someone else's arms! How you could you still save a wretched soul? Haven't you learn anything in four hundred years?" She paused, waiting for James to respond. I died in someone else's arms? Who knew? Certainly, not me, I think...
I started to wiggle the ropes that bound my legs to the chair. Then Riska moved out further towards James. Humph. Now, she moves. She was standing only about a foot away from me. Good. I could see James and the other two people in cloaks perfectly. "I have learned, Riska. I have learned." That was all he said before the other two in cloaks walked forward. The two that walked forward raised their hands in the air. Their palms rose towards the ceiling. A blue fireball appeared in between the palms. It looked like a blue ball that was covered in blue flames. Neat, eh?
Then the two with the fireballs did a quick flick of the wrist, and the fireballs flew at Riska. Riska stuck her hands out in front of her. The fireballs stopped in mid-air. Damn, and just when things were getting good for the good side. Riska shook her head at James. "Tsk, tsk. You should know better than this." The fireballs exploded. Riska sighed. "So, boring. Now it's my turn." She loosely put one hand out in front of her. A fireball was forming. Except it was different. Instead of it turning blue, or even red, it was black. My eyes widen. I tried again to get the rope to loosen up from my legs. Come on. I could tell it was getting loose, I just hope it would be in time.
"Lets see if you can stop this." Riska softly muttered. Then the black fireball flew out of her hand. James dove out of the way, behind a table. He quickly turned the table over on its side, the legs of the table pointing towards Riska. I didn't see where the other two went. Ok, so I didn't really care where they went. "Come out, James. Pity, that you can't fight against a girl. How very...aristocratic." Then she raised her hand again. I started to move my legs, but it still didn't help. Crap. Then my hand felt something behind my back. Rock. It was a rock, and sharp too. Lucky, eh? It's kinda of like the luck you see in the movies. Nice to know it can happen in real life too.
I grabbed the rock and started to cut the ropes that bound my hand. There. The ropes dropped softly to the ground. Then Riska threw another fireball right at the table. Before the fireball came intact with the table, I could see James move behind a Victorian chair. Hm, I never saw that chair here before. All well. Riska started to walk further towards James. I took the chance. I reached down and sliced the ropes at my feet. Free. My eyes looked back up at Riska and I was immensely scared. James was cornered, while Riska was holding up a black fireball.
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A/N: Ok, don't ask what came over me. I have never written something like this. This is just me and my imagination gone wild. Trust me...maybe you shouldn't... ^_^