~*~As the last of the sun disappeared from view~*~
Shade, appropriately named, was now only a mere shadow on tree's bark. She touched her side, making sure her dagger was there. Now, the fun commences.
She easily scaled another smaller wall to get to the inner palace, resting against a wall and peering around it, seeing a bulky guard, she weighed her chances.
She lashed out, and quickly slit the guard's throat, she stopped a few feet behind him, who had fallen to his knees then onto his chest, as still warm blood was gurgling from the gash. She stared at her dagger with disgust, 'I had to do that, right?' she faltered. Then, deciding that she had to go on, she started at a furious pace up the stairs, killing several other guards.
She reached the right room, and put her ear to the heavy wooden door. No sound could be heard from inside. She decided to enter. She slowly but carefully opened the door and peered inside, and the smell if incense reached her nose, making her feel heady. She shook her head violently, "I have to do this!" as she braced herself, and walked into the room.
Many lanterns and candles had been placed in the brat's room, casting eerie shadows in strange places. In the middle of the room, was a beautiful bed, with luscious silk hangings. Shade wasn't bad off, but she had only seen such fine fabric. Next to it was a nightstand, with a few miscellaneous items, such at scattered coins. 'Oh great! The brat counts money to fall asleep…" she thought, rolling her eyes and putting her finger to her bridge. Shaking her head slowly, "Was I ever like this?" she asked herself out loud. "I mean, I've always had things that most girls never had. She touched a strange jet-black pendant that was hanging on her chain around her neck. "I've been raised differently, that's all!" she dismissed her pondering.
The curtains momentarily flared up, but died down quickly. Shade paused, but then thought better. She now approached to what seemed to be a fine writing table. With carved Mahogany drawers. She tentatively reached out a delicate finger to touch it, when a sudden slight sound, jolted her attention.
She whipped around, hesitating to draw her dagger. She walked toward the source of the sound, every fiber of her tense. She paused at a stone pillar, her ears straining. But when no sound was heard, she sighed, and forced out a small sigh of relief, audible in the chamber. She slid down, and sat down on the cool blocked floor. Resting her head on the pillar. Thinking.
If she had dozed off, Shade didn't know, for a sudden soft rustling of fabric jolted her from her state. She looked at the curtains, they were still, "Hmmm…how odd…" she whispered, quickly scrambling up. "Better not be caught in here…" she said, "Doesn't seem to be in use," as she turned to leave. Another rustle, now she was tense. She looked all around herself, NOTHING! Only the dancing shadows cast by the candles and lanterns, making eerie shapes on the walls, ceiling and pillars. She started out again, when, a golden chain shot out of the shadows in front of her, coiling around her neck. Luckily, her hands flew to her neck just in time, so the chain was not only on her neck, but now her hands were trying to remove the golden chain that was ever tightening. She started to gag slightly, all the while struggling against the chain.
"You know it's useless…" came a deadly voice from the shadows.
Shade kept struggling, falling to one knee, panting, trying not to let the chain break her hands or suffocate her.
"I told you!" came the voice, a bit harshly now.
Suddenly, a tall boy stepped out of the shadows, the end of the golden chain firmly in his grip. He chuckled and wound the chain around his fist a few times, and with a sudden force, yanked on the chain, sending Shade to her knees.
She whimpered slightly in pain. Tears springing up in her deep eyes. "Let me go!" she gasped, yanking back at the chain.
The boy, caught off guard stepped forward a few paces. "Bad move…" he said slowly, and with one final snap, flung Shade into the air, about to slam her into the floor.
Shade, quickly used her remaining strength and righted herself in mid-air. "Let me go!" she repeated, she was on her knees, gasping for air. Her face white as a ghost's.
"Tisk! You talk to the Pharaoh like he was some mere child!" the boy said, looking at the gasping Shade on the floor. 'She's not an old fart! Why, she's only a girl!' he thought to himself.
"Pharaoh?!" she gasped. 'This boy isn't the Pharaoh, is he?! Why, he's only a boy! I thought he would at least be in his early twenties!" her mind screamed.
To Be Continued…
Author's Notes:
There, I made her name Shade. I hope this is a bit longer. Sorry to make a cliffhanger, I'll be back!
Shade, appropriately named, was now only a mere shadow on tree's bark. She touched her side, making sure her dagger was there. Now, the fun commences.
She easily scaled another smaller wall to get to the inner palace, resting against a wall and peering around it, seeing a bulky guard, she weighed her chances.
She lashed out, and quickly slit the guard's throat, she stopped a few feet behind him, who had fallen to his knees then onto his chest, as still warm blood was gurgling from the gash. She stared at her dagger with disgust, 'I had to do that, right?' she faltered. Then, deciding that she had to go on, she started at a furious pace up the stairs, killing several other guards.
She reached the right room, and put her ear to the heavy wooden door. No sound could be heard from inside. She decided to enter. She slowly but carefully opened the door and peered inside, and the smell if incense reached her nose, making her feel heady. She shook her head violently, "I have to do this!" as she braced herself, and walked into the room.
Many lanterns and candles had been placed in the brat's room, casting eerie shadows in strange places. In the middle of the room, was a beautiful bed, with luscious silk hangings. Shade wasn't bad off, but she had only seen such fine fabric. Next to it was a nightstand, with a few miscellaneous items, such at scattered coins. 'Oh great! The brat counts money to fall asleep…" she thought, rolling her eyes and putting her finger to her bridge. Shaking her head slowly, "Was I ever like this?" she asked herself out loud. "I mean, I've always had things that most girls never had. She touched a strange jet-black pendant that was hanging on her chain around her neck. "I've been raised differently, that's all!" she dismissed her pondering.
The curtains momentarily flared up, but died down quickly. Shade paused, but then thought better. She now approached to what seemed to be a fine writing table. With carved Mahogany drawers. She tentatively reached out a delicate finger to touch it, when a sudden slight sound, jolted her attention.
She whipped around, hesitating to draw her dagger. She walked toward the source of the sound, every fiber of her tense. She paused at a stone pillar, her ears straining. But when no sound was heard, she sighed, and forced out a small sigh of relief, audible in the chamber. She slid down, and sat down on the cool blocked floor. Resting her head on the pillar. Thinking.
If she had dozed off, Shade didn't know, for a sudden soft rustling of fabric jolted her from her state. She looked at the curtains, they were still, "Hmmm…how odd…" she whispered, quickly scrambling up. "Better not be caught in here…" she said, "Doesn't seem to be in use," as she turned to leave. Another rustle, now she was tense. She looked all around herself, NOTHING! Only the dancing shadows cast by the candles and lanterns, making eerie shapes on the walls, ceiling and pillars. She started out again, when, a golden chain shot out of the shadows in front of her, coiling around her neck. Luckily, her hands flew to her neck just in time, so the chain was not only on her neck, but now her hands were trying to remove the golden chain that was ever tightening. She started to gag slightly, all the while struggling against the chain.
"You know it's useless…" came a deadly voice from the shadows.
Shade kept struggling, falling to one knee, panting, trying not to let the chain break her hands or suffocate her.
"I told you!" came the voice, a bit harshly now.
Suddenly, a tall boy stepped out of the shadows, the end of the golden chain firmly in his grip. He chuckled and wound the chain around his fist a few times, and with a sudden force, yanked on the chain, sending Shade to her knees.
She whimpered slightly in pain. Tears springing up in her deep eyes. "Let me go!" she gasped, yanking back at the chain.
The boy, caught off guard stepped forward a few paces. "Bad move…" he said slowly, and with one final snap, flung Shade into the air, about to slam her into the floor.
Shade, quickly used her remaining strength and righted herself in mid-air. "Let me go!" she repeated, she was on her knees, gasping for air. Her face white as a ghost's.
"Tisk! You talk to the Pharaoh like he was some mere child!" the boy said, looking at the gasping Shade on the floor. 'She's not an old fart! Why, she's only a girl!' he thought to himself.
"Pharaoh?!" she gasped. 'This boy isn't the Pharaoh, is he?! Why, he's only a boy! I thought he would at least be in his early twenties!" her mind screamed.
To Be Continued…
Author's Notes:
There, I made her name Shade. I hope this is a bit longer. Sorry to make a cliffhanger, I'll be back!