A/N
Ok, I'm back! I'm not sure if anyone is even reading this story, but I'm going to continue writing if only to please myself. Hehehe, anyway here's the next chapter pplz, hopefully it's not as boring as the last. And please, pretty please review!
Lady Seraya
~*Chapter 3*~
Marc looked Ellaria straight in the eye with faked confidence. "He won't, it's impossible." He said firmly. Truth be told he hated to think what would happen if the truth was discovered, no doubt he would be sentenced to death, alternatively he would have to spend the rest of his life in prison. And neither of these two options seemed very appealing.
"Well, there's no point in worrying now, I'm going for a ride. Is my horse ready yet?" Ellie fought to keep herself from snapping this question due to her irritation at his lack of sympathy. This in turn made her angry with herself for being so weak as to go seeking sympathy. 'If everything messes up its no one's fault but you own,' she scolded herself mentally.
"Yes ma'am," he bowed and she led Trianna away from the stall. Ellaria tied her blonde hair up; not bothering to worry about neatness before pulling on her black, beret style hat. She also wore a long black, fur trimmed, figure- hugging coat. Her disguise was for if any locals should see her riding about with a sword and generally saving their small town from destruction because her beloved husband and lord would not bother himself with such a tiresome little chore as protecting his people.
She urged Tria from the gentle trot they were currently traveling through the lush forest at into a soft canter. The only sounds that could be heard were that of her mare's hooves against the forest floor beneath them. It was mid-day and the sun that rose high above the elegant pair found it's way through the clutter of tree branches in delicate, misty streaks.
"Upon such a perfect day as this, I shall alter the course of the world." She quoted the ancient Tortallan scholar Jacques De Rellor who lived more than 300 years ago. It was of course not meant to be taken literally; 'the course of the world' meant his individual life, which to him was the world. It may have only made sense to Jacques De Rellor but it certainly struck a chord with Ellie.
Trianna stopped abruptly, snorting and pricking her ears forward. "What's there baby?" she whispered ever so quietly to her intelligent mare. "Trouble?" the horse tossed her head up and down as if in an answer. Warily, Ellie drew her sword and let Trianna creep forward inaudibly. Had she not been off in her daze then Ellaria would have heard the voices. Loud, harsh, male voices rose up from a gully.
Anger flared up in her stomach, how dare robbers, gangsters, raiders or whoever they were camp in her forest! The mere audacity of these actions made her furious. She chewed her bottom lip and tried to calm her fury and leaned forward in her saddle to listen to the words they spoke.
".easy to get into the town via the river. That way we don't pass the Lady from hell, sword skills to match a knight she 'as." Said a first man with a deep, throaty and surprisingly educated voice. This man, who Ellie guessed was the leader and the man orchestrating the attack on her town.
"But ain't it easier to get through the back way 'ov the forest? And wait just two seconds, ain't we's in 'er forest now?!" alarm littered the lower- class man's voice.
"Oh, hush'un, ye', ye'd know naught, ye stupid, sack of horse manure." Snapped a second lower-class man.
"Yes, that's right Bramble, you moron, we are in her forest, but being so overgrown and this place being so far from the house, we're safe right?" the leader's voice scraped the air with harsh sarcasm. "Anyway, as I was saying, we approach the town from the river, best way to go unnoticed. There is a small house on the outskirts, a wealthy old man who can barely tell the time of day. We finish him quickly and then you Jake get the fire, torch the house."
Ellaria had heard enough to last her quite some time. She knew the exact man they were talking about taking out first. When she first came to Warburton, a young naïve girl back then, he had befriended her and invited her for cups of tea when loneliness was becoming a normality due to an absent husband.
She dismounted silently and motioned for Trianna to stay standing, the horse hesitated, worrying for her mistress, but obeyed. Looking over the brink of the gully she saw there were only three men, she could handle three men; two of who were commoners.
"I guess you boys picked the wrong forest for your little boys camping trip," sarcasm ringing as sharply as the man. She could see him clearly now, the leader, he would be barely her age and dressed in expensive velvet which had clearly seen better days. Ellie drew her sword, looking at it calmly.
Bramble raced forward, short sword drawn, yelling and screaming frantically. He chopped down without style. She dodged sideways from the blade. She drove forward with a series of sharp, well-timed blows. Bramble blocked two and missed the third which came down and sliced a long gash in his right arm. With a gasp he dropped his sword.
"Wrong move boy," she whispered quietly before he fell deathly quiet to the song of her blade.
Ok, I'm back! I'm not sure if anyone is even reading this story, but I'm going to continue writing if only to please myself. Hehehe, anyway here's the next chapter pplz, hopefully it's not as boring as the last. And please, pretty please review!
Lady Seraya
~*Chapter 3*~
Marc looked Ellaria straight in the eye with faked confidence. "He won't, it's impossible." He said firmly. Truth be told he hated to think what would happen if the truth was discovered, no doubt he would be sentenced to death, alternatively he would have to spend the rest of his life in prison. And neither of these two options seemed very appealing.
"Well, there's no point in worrying now, I'm going for a ride. Is my horse ready yet?" Ellie fought to keep herself from snapping this question due to her irritation at his lack of sympathy. This in turn made her angry with herself for being so weak as to go seeking sympathy. 'If everything messes up its no one's fault but you own,' she scolded herself mentally.
"Yes ma'am," he bowed and she led Trianna away from the stall. Ellaria tied her blonde hair up; not bothering to worry about neatness before pulling on her black, beret style hat. She also wore a long black, fur trimmed, figure- hugging coat. Her disguise was for if any locals should see her riding about with a sword and generally saving their small town from destruction because her beloved husband and lord would not bother himself with such a tiresome little chore as protecting his people.
She urged Tria from the gentle trot they were currently traveling through the lush forest at into a soft canter. The only sounds that could be heard were that of her mare's hooves against the forest floor beneath them. It was mid-day and the sun that rose high above the elegant pair found it's way through the clutter of tree branches in delicate, misty streaks.
"Upon such a perfect day as this, I shall alter the course of the world." She quoted the ancient Tortallan scholar Jacques De Rellor who lived more than 300 years ago. It was of course not meant to be taken literally; 'the course of the world' meant his individual life, which to him was the world. It may have only made sense to Jacques De Rellor but it certainly struck a chord with Ellie.
Trianna stopped abruptly, snorting and pricking her ears forward. "What's there baby?" she whispered ever so quietly to her intelligent mare. "Trouble?" the horse tossed her head up and down as if in an answer. Warily, Ellie drew her sword and let Trianna creep forward inaudibly. Had she not been off in her daze then Ellaria would have heard the voices. Loud, harsh, male voices rose up from a gully.
Anger flared up in her stomach, how dare robbers, gangsters, raiders or whoever they were camp in her forest! The mere audacity of these actions made her furious. She chewed her bottom lip and tried to calm her fury and leaned forward in her saddle to listen to the words they spoke.
".easy to get into the town via the river. That way we don't pass the Lady from hell, sword skills to match a knight she 'as." Said a first man with a deep, throaty and surprisingly educated voice. This man, who Ellie guessed was the leader and the man orchestrating the attack on her town.
"But ain't it easier to get through the back way 'ov the forest? And wait just two seconds, ain't we's in 'er forest now?!" alarm littered the lower- class man's voice.
"Oh, hush'un, ye', ye'd know naught, ye stupid, sack of horse manure." Snapped a second lower-class man.
"Yes, that's right Bramble, you moron, we are in her forest, but being so overgrown and this place being so far from the house, we're safe right?" the leader's voice scraped the air with harsh sarcasm. "Anyway, as I was saying, we approach the town from the river, best way to go unnoticed. There is a small house on the outskirts, a wealthy old man who can barely tell the time of day. We finish him quickly and then you Jake get the fire, torch the house."
Ellaria had heard enough to last her quite some time. She knew the exact man they were talking about taking out first. When she first came to Warburton, a young naïve girl back then, he had befriended her and invited her for cups of tea when loneliness was becoming a normality due to an absent husband.
She dismounted silently and motioned for Trianna to stay standing, the horse hesitated, worrying for her mistress, but obeyed. Looking over the brink of the gully she saw there were only three men, she could handle three men; two of who were commoners.
"I guess you boys picked the wrong forest for your little boys camping trip," sarcasm ringing as sharply as the man. She could see him clearly now, the leader, he would be barely her age and dressed in expensive velvet which had clearly seen better days. Ellie drew her sword, looking at it calmly.
Bramble raced forward, short sword drawn, yelling and screaming frantically. He chopped down without style. She dodged sideways from the blade. She drove forward with a series of sharp, well-timed blows. Bramble blocked two and missed the third which came down and sliced a long gash in his right arm. With a gasp he dropped his sword.
"Wrong move boy," she whispered quietly before he fell deathly quiet to the song of her blade.