((A/N- Sorry for being away so long, had to go to my uncles and then my other uncle was in the hospital, then my moniter fuse blew and its been one thing after another... But anyways...Guess who's back.....back again.....Duchess' back....tell a friend...sorry, that songs been running through my head ^_^ Although I dont like Eminem that much. Anyways, do me a favor and if you've EVER read 'The Vampire Chronicles' by Anne Rice, review my friend Saria Raea's "Jolene de'Arwette" story, pleeease? It's good, but no one's reviewed. I like it. But don't forget about me, I love reviews too!! ^_^))
It really was strange, this feeling inside, Anita mused. What a funny thing love was. And if that whore the Empress couldn't take it, well screw her, she thought. Anita loved this black haired, green eyed man who called himself Kal Toran. Kal... According to Aiden's books about this place, Kal meant "King and God". How fitting for the king and god of her heart.
It didn't matter to Anita if the guy truly thought he was the heir of a god. Ohhhh no. Jesus, everything else about this place was topsy-turvy, so maybe Toran was a god...and if so... well, Anita didn't have any reservations about becoming a goddess.
The relationship had started the first day Anita had arrived in Mal Zeth. She had come with some overgrown brute named Barak and a woman who never seemed to get tired of the color lavendar. Her name was Laurelle or Linsey or something, Anita thought. Lindsey....Liz...Liselle? Yes, that was it, Liselle.
At any rate, Liselle had come with an eight year-old girl named Dhracia whom she had introduced as her daughter. For some reason she kept calling the girl Gossamer. Crazy people, Anita decided. But on thier arrival at Mal Zeth, Gossamer, or Goss, and she was called, had slipped away and couldn't be found. Anita had grudgingly helped to find the girl, and succeeded when she came upon Gossie facing a dark stranger with only a thin rapier.
After Anita had gotten the girl to put the weapon away, she and the stranger got to talking. She found his eyes hypnotizing, and soon found herself telling him everything about Aiden and herself. He introduced himself as Toran, son of Torak. Anita had laughed, knowing enough about Aidens fantasy world to know Torak was an evil god. No, he had insisted, he was really the son of Torak-- not biologically, but he had been trained for it at about the same time the Godslayer had begun moving about the world. He also escorted her to the palace, telling her more on the way.
Slowly they had begun to influence the palace together, making only Barak, Liselle, Goss, and that Empress suspicious. And now there was really nothing any of them could do about it, seeing as they were all locked safely away in a small manor house outside the city walls, under constant supervision. A message had escaped from Empress Cyradis to Aiden, but if Anita knew that girl, she'd come to Mal Zeth even faster if told not to.
So she waited.
((A/N- All right, Duchess is back, but Fate's Fortune is going to be put on hold for a little while. I know, I know, it's been 7 months, how much longer could it BE put on hold?? But you'll see why in a while, I hope. It all has to do with a certain, twisted little plot in my head. Now, don't get excited. I'm not exterminating it, though the option's slightly tempting. Just kidding. Bear with me, friends. Just please, no more calling for my blood..? ))
It really was strange, this feeling inside, Anita mused. What a funny thing love was. And if that whore the Empress couldn't take it, well screw her, she thought. Anita loved this black haired, green eyed man who called himself Kal Toran. Kal... According to Aiden's books about this place, Kal meant "King and God". How fitting for the king and god of her heart.
It didn't matter to Anita if the guy truly thought he was the heir of a god. Ohhhh no. Jesus, everything else about this place was topsy-turvy, so maybe Toran was a god...and if so... well, Anita didn't have any reservations about becoming a goddess.
The relationship had started the first day Anita had arrived in Mal Zeth. She had come with some overgrown brute named Barak and a woman who never seemed to get tired of the color lavendar. Her name was Laurelle or Linsey or something, Anita thought. Lindsey....Liz...Liselle? Yes, that was it, Liselle.
At any rate, Liselle had come with an eight year-old girl named Dhracia whom she had introduced as her daughter. For some reason she kept calling the girl Gossamer. Crazy people, Anita decided. But on thier arrival at Mal Zeth, Gossamer, or Goss, and she was called, had slipped away and couldn't be found. Anita had grudgingly helped to find the girl, and succeeded when she came upon Gossie facing a dark stranger with only a thin rapier.
After Anita had gotten the girl to put the weapon away, she and the stranger got to talking. She found his eyes hypnotizing, and soon found herself telling him everything about Aiden and herself. He introduced himself as Toran, son of Torak. Anita had laughed, knowing enough about Aidens fantasy world to know Torak was an evil god. No, he had insisted, he was really the son of Torak-- not biologically, but he had been trained for it at about the same time the Godslayer had begun moving about the world. He also escorted her to the palace, telling her more on the way.
Slowly they had begun to influence the palace together, making only Barak, Liselle, Goss, and that Empress suspicious. And now there was really nothing any of them could do about it, seeing as they were all locked safely away in a small manor house outside the city walls, under constant supervision. A message had escaped from Empress Cyradis to Aiden, but if Anita knew that girl, she'd come to Mal Zeth even faster if told not to.
So she waited.
((A/N- All right, Duchess is back, but Fate's Fortune is going to be put on hold for a little while. I know, I know, it's been 7 months, how much longer could it BE put on hold?? But you'll see why in a while, I hope. It all has to do with a certain, twisted little plot in my head. Now, don't get excited. I'm not exterminating it, though the option's slightly tempting. Just kidding. Bear with me, friends. Just please, no more calling for my blood..? ))
