Chapter 32
Escaping
Legolas spent the rest of that day doing anything to make him look busy. He had found an old rag in the dresser drawers and rapped it around his bleeding arm and tied it tightly, adding pressure. He still felt fear, but it was bareable compared to what he had already been through. The coldness he possessed hat been somewhat warmed, making him the calmest he had been in days.
He cleaned and plotted on how he was to escape. He had already made the deal with the mysterious man and couldn't go back to his original life. He would never see Ryken or Amwy again. But most of all he would never see Rouge again. Rouge and Legolas never showed, but they had become close. Legolas was her way of calming herself. She just felt something around him that relaxed her. Legolas would do anything to see his friends just one more time. To tell them how much he was sorry for being so disconnected to them.
He finished cleaning and decided to go to the servant hall. He spent a few minutes walking up and down the halls of the Palace, unable to find it. He ran into a maid and decided to follow her. But she just led him into Phiila's room. He avoided this in fear, turning around quickly and walking off. But he did find the infirmary. He decided to visit the sick and dying, maybe sing to them as they left this world behind.
To his suprise the room was empty. Not even a healer was present. He just walked around the room, looking at all the potions and lotions that were cramped on shelves. But one of the bottles caught his attention. A large bottle full of purple liquid. The bottle was filled with poison.
Legolas picked it up and stared at it. What was he going ot do with it. He placed it into his pocket right when a healer walked in. It was a bright old man named Domell.
"Yes, can I help you?" He asked Leoglas with a smile. He admired Legolas' bright shine, even though it was weakened ever since he had come to this place.
Legolas didn't know what to say. He searched his mind for a good excuse, and eventualy found one. He rolled up his sleave and showed the Domell the cut arm.
"How did you manage this one?" He said walking over to a cabinet full of herbs and spices.
"I dropped a vase and while I was picking it up I slipped," was Legolas' excuse.
The man returned with an armfull of items. "I don't understand how a vase can cut so neatly, but you don't have to tell me the truth if you don't want. I just hope it wasn't one of the masters, they can sometimes be rather abusive from envy," the old replied, looking at Legolas with cheerful eyes. After the healer doctered Legolas' arm, Legolas began to stand and walk away. "Best of luck to 'ye," Domell said to Legolas, giving Legolas a cheerful punch on the back.
But Legolas didn't take it cheerfully. His back was still sore from when Ramza beat him with a whip. Legolas had forgotten about this and now regretted it. He fell onto his knees, placing pressure the best he could on his back with his hands.
Domell pulled Legolas' robe down from the shouldes to his waist and observed the long and scabbed cut on his back. He brushe dhis hand against it to discover that it was quite deep.
"Who has done this to you?!"
Legolas quickly pulled his robe back up and dashed out of the room, leaving the old man in wonder. Domell then gave a silent prayer for Legolas' safety in the future.
He quickly raced to Ramza's room to find it empty. He was thankful for this.
He then pulled the poision from his pocket. He sat on the edge of the bed and stared at it. He was searching in his mind what he was going to do with it. He eventualy paced around the room, trying mostly to walk out this pain he had in his back.
He stopped at the dresser after a few laps around the chamber and looked into the mirrror. His face was different. He had black bags under his eyes showing the restless sleep he was having lately. He could see one faint scar on his cheek from when he was beaten in the caves.
He then returned his gaze back to the poison. He slowly unscrewed the lid and rotated the poison in the bottle. It was slightly thick and non-transparent. He then took action. He pulled the bottle to his lips, preparing to drink...
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Hmmmm.... I told you I might just kill him and put i nice "The End". Who knows, maybe you should review or something...
Ramza = Ram-zah (don't ask)
Philla = Fee-ya
Domell = Dom-el
Rouge = Row-guh
Myian = My-ian
Ryken = Rye-ken
Amwy = Am-wee
Now that thats settle, PEOPLE QUIT E-MAILING ASKING HOW TO PRONOUNCE THEIR NAMES! ^_^
Escaping
Legolas spent the rest of that day doing anything to make him look busy. He had found an old rag in the dresser drawers and rapped it around his bleeding arm and tied it tightly, adding pressure. He still felt fear, but it was bareable compared to what he had already been through. The coldness he possessed hat been somewhat warmed, making him the calmest he had been in days.
He cleaned and plotted on how he was to escape. He had already made the deal with the mysterious man and couldn't go back to his original life. He would never see Ryken or Amwy again. But most of all he would never see Rouge again. Rouge and Legolas never showed, but they had become close. Legolas was her way of calming herself. She just felt something around him that relaxed her. Legolas would do anything to see his friends just one more time. To tell them how much he was sorry for being so disconnected to them.
He finished cleaning and decided to go to the servant hall. He spent a few minutes walking up and down the halls of the Palace, unable to find it. He ran into a maid and decided to follow her. But she just led him into Phiila's room. He avoided this in fear, turning around quickly and walking off. But he did find the infirmary. He decided to visit the sick and dying, maybe sing to them as they left this world behind.
To his suprise the room was empty. Not even a healer was present. He just walked around the room, looking at all the potions and lotions that were cramped on shelves. But one of the bottles caught his attention. A large bottle full of purple liquid. The bottle was filled with poison.
Legolas picked it up and stared at it. What was he going ot do with it. He placed it into his pocket right when a healer walked in. It was a bright old man named Domell.
"Yes, can I help you?" He asked Leoglas with a smile. He admired Legolas' bright shine, even though it was weakened ever since he had come to this place.
Legolas didn't know what to say. He searched his mind for a good excuse, and eventualy found one. He rolled up his sleave and showed the Domell the cut arm.
"How did you manage this one?" He said walking over to a cabinet full of herbs and spices.
"I dropped a vase and while I was picking it up I slipped," was Legolas' excuse.
The man returned with an armfull of items. "I don't understand how a vase can cut so neatly, but you don't have to tell me the truth if you don't want. I just hope it wasn't one of the masters, they can sometimes be rather abusive from envy," the old replied, looking at Legolas with cheerful eyes. After the healer doctered Legolas' arm, Legolas began to stand and walk away. "Best of luck to 'ye," Domell said to Legolas, giving Legolas a cheerful punch on the back.
But Legolas didn't take it cheerfully. His back was still sore from when Ramza beat him with a whip. Legolas had forgotten about this and now regretted it. He fell onto his knees, placing pressure the best he could on his back with his hands.
Domell pulled Legolas' robe down from the shouldes to his waist and observed the long and scabbed cut on his back. He brushe dhis hand against it to discover that it was quite deep.
"Who has done this to you?!"
Legolas quickly pulled his robe back up and dashed out of the room, leaving the old man in wonder. Domell then gave a silent prayer for Legolas' safety in the future.
He quickly raced to Ramza's room to find it empty. He was thankful for this.
He then pulled the poision from his pocket. He sat on the edge of the bed and stared at it. He was searching in his mind what he was going to do with it. He eventualy paced around the room, trying mostly to walk out this pain he had in his back.
He stopped at the dresser after a few laps around the chamber and looked into the mirrror. His face was different. He had black bags under his eyes showing the restless sleep he was having lately. He could see one faint scar on his cheek from when he was beaten in the caves.
He then returned his gaze back to the poison. He slowly unscrewed the lid and rotated the poison in the bottle. It was slightly thick and non-transparent. He then took action. He pulled the bottle to his lips, preparing to drink...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hmmmm.... I told you I might just kill him and put i nice "The End". Who knows, maybe you should review or something...
Ramza = Ram-zah (don't ask)
Philla = Fee-ya
Domell = Dom-el
Rouge = Row-guh
Myian = My-ian
Ryken = Rye-ken
Amwy = Am-wee
Now that thats settle, PEOPLE QUIT E-MAILING ASKING HOW TO PRONOUNCE THEIR NAMES! ^_^