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A tad of tea and a slice of revenge
Scarcely a week had passed since Alakdaliel had left Mirkwood, yet the time passed slowly, the forests growing darker, the sun growing colder. The life that she left in her new home was like a dream, and only one thing still troubled her. The longing for her parents never seemed to cease, but grew stronger with each passing day. It burned a whole in her heart, and Alakdaliel feared that it would never stop expanding, for all that would remain would be an empty gap in her chest, deprived of warmth or anything remote similar. Grabbing on to a low hanging branch, she opened her mouth in an uplifting song.
"While yet I take breath" She sang "I will smile unto thee…"
Her melodies voice was cut short by the sound of hoofs beating against the barren forest grounds, growing rapidly closer. She looked around; realizing just how dark and dull the surrounding trees had become. Before she had time to think about it, one cloaked rider galloped by, followed closely by another who somehow managed to bend down and take hold of her as he raced past, hauling her onto his horse and slinging her onto his saddle. Her mind spun.
"Release me at once!" She shrieked. "I command you to put me down!" Receiving no reply, she flung her arms about wildly, attempting to throw herself off the side of the horse to no avail. The man held her tight. "Whom do you think you are?" Her voice rung with fear.
"Quiet!" He demanded in a gruff voice. She obeyed, and for what seemed like hours, she bounced around on his saddle, her ribs screaming in agony. Finally, he reined his horse to a halt in front of a darkened cave, the first rider dismounting. Flinging her off the horse, he gently followed suit.
She spun around in rage, reaching her captor with her palm across his cheek. Staggering back, he reached for her. "You will do as I say!" He caught her arm.
"Don't touch me!" she screamed pulling away as the other rider stepped closer. Grabbing hold of her other arm, the man led her roughly into the cave, shoving her against a jagged wall. Falling to her knees, she looked up to the hooded figure, curiosity overcoming her fear. The few-lighted candles that lined the interior of the cave cast dark shadows that roamed the corridors. His face remained hidden, along with his companion's. Rubbing her bruised arm that she had been freed from his grasp, she glared at him.
"Who are you?" Alakdaliel's voice was steady. The cloaked man stepped even closer, motioning to the other figure with his hand.
"I believe we all have already met your acquaintance." Removing his hood, and revealing his face, Alakdaliel let out a strangled cry. Daren's face was pale, his eyes full of venom, and his cheek already blackening from her harsh hand. Narrowing her eyes, she bit her lip.
"You will pay dearly for this. The King will have your head!" Daren howled with laughter, throwing back his head and stomping his foot. When he turned back towards her, his face still held a smirk.
"And how do you supposed he will do that?" He again motioned to the other figure and it drawed closer. "Remove your hood." Peering around Daren, Alakdaliel felt her blood rise and boil at the person behind him. Chariste did not meet her eyes, but instead stared at the ground. There were no words to express her outrage and hurt toward the woman. Springing from her spot on the ground, she pounced toward her, but was stopped by a scabrous arm throwing her back down.
"You will do well in the future to mind your manners" Daren's voice dripped with sarcasm. Focusing her attention back on Chariste, she clenched her fists angrily.
"What of my sister? I suspect it was another lie! You are full of deceit! I have traveled for days to what I thought could bring normalcy back into my life – something I've longed for- and you were the one to set it up! I befriended you in an instant, and yet the whole time you were planning my capture!" Alakdaliel was out of breath when she finished, trying to regain her composure. Chariste had stood in the mean while; staring at her, glazed eyes and shallow breath. She seemed not to care. Crossing her arms, Alakdaliel resigned herself to the cave.
"She cannot be trusted. We have matters to discuss." Daren said icily to his counterpart. Before she could see what was coming, Alakdaliel was met with a heavy foot on the side of her head, and than blackness.
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A tad of tea and a slice of revenge
Scarcely a week had passed since Alakdaliel had left Mirkwood, yet the time passed slowly, the forests growing darker, the sun growing colder. The life that she left in her new home was like a dream, and only one thing still troubled her. The longing for her parents never seemed to cease, but grew stronger with each passing day. It burned a whole in her heart, and Alakdaliel feared that it would never stop expanding, for all that would remain would be an empty gap in her chest, deprived of warmth or anything remote similar. Grabbing on to a low hanging branch, she opened her mouth in an uplifting song.
"While yet I take breath" She sang "I will smile unto thee…"
Her melodies voice was cut short by the sound of hoofs beating against the barren forest grounds, growing rapidly closer. She looked around; realizing just how dark and dull the surrounding trees had become. Before she had time to think about it, one cloaked rider galloped by, followed closely by another who somehow managed to bend down and take hold of her as he raced past, hauling her onto his horse and slinging her onto his saddle. Her mind spun.
"Release me at once!" She shrieked. "I command you to put me down!" Receiving no reply, she flung her arms about wildly, attempting to throw herself off the side of the horse to no avail. The man held her tight. "Whom do you think you are?" Her voice rung with fear.
"Quiet!" He demanded in a gruff voice. She obeyed, and for what seemed like hours, she bounced around on his saddle, her ribs screaming in agony. Finally, he reined his horse to a halt in front of a darkened cave, the first rider dismounting. Flinging her off the horse, he gently followed suit.
She spun around in rage, reaching her captor with her palm across his cheek. Staggering back, he reached for her. "You will do as I say!" He caught her arm.
"Don't touch me!" she screamed pulling away as the other rider stepped closer. Grabbing hold of her other arm, the man led her roughly into the cave, shoving her against a jagged wall. Falling to her knees, she looked up to the hooded figure, curiosity overcoming her fear. The few-lighted candles that lined the interior of the cave cast dark shadows that roamed the corridors. His face remained hidden, along with his companion's. Rubbing her bruised arm that she had been freed from his grasp, she glared at him.
"Who are you?" Alakdaliel's voice was steady. The cloaked man stepped even closer, motioning to the other figure with his hand.
"I believe we all have already met your acquaintance." Removing his hood, and revealing his face, Alakdaliel let out a strangled cry. Daren's face was pale, his eyes full of venom, and his cheek already blackening from her harsh hand. Narrowing her eyes, she bit her lip.
"You will pay dearly for this. The King will have your head!" Daren howled with laughter, throwing back his head and stomping his foot. When he turned back towards her, his face still held a smirk.
"And how do you supposed he will do that?" He again motioned to the other figure and it drawed closer. "Remove your hood." Peering around Daren, Alakdaliel felt her blood rise and boil at the person behind him. Chariste did not meet her eyes, but instead stared at the ground. There were no words to express her outrage and hurt toward the woman. Springing from her spot on the ground, she pounced toward her, but was stopped by a scabrous arm throwing her back down.
"You will do well in the future to mind your manners" Daren's voice dripped with sarcasm. Focusing her attention back on Chariste, she clenched her fists angrily.
"What of my sister? I suspect it was another lie! You are full of deceit! I have traveled for days to what I thought could bring normalcy back into my life – something I've longed for- and you were the one to set it up! I befriended you in an instant, and yet the whole time you were planning my capture!" Alakdaliel was out of breath when she finished, trying to regain her composure. Chariste had stood in the mean while; staring at her, glazed eyes and shallow breath. She seemed not to care. Crossing her arms, Alakdaliel resigned herself to the cave.
"She cannot be trusted. We have matters to discuss." Daren said icily to his counterpart. Before she could see what was coming, Alakdaliel was met with a heavy foot on the side of her head, and than blackness.
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