The Lacour diplomat bowed slowly and silently walked out the door. As he left, the guard brought in another citizen who sought an audience. People bringing their problems, and having me solve them, that's never gotten old, even after so many years now. It feels so good to be king, he thought.
In walked a young woman with bright yellow hair. She wore a ragged dress that looked about 10 year's old, but shining earrings that seemed to glow. She was carrying a small sack on her shoulders. She had a homely look, but yet she seemed to exude an aura of confidence.
She curtsied. "My humble appreciation, my king, for your time. Appreciation comes from my sisters, as well. I trust you will find this audience much more interesting then theories of foreign trade. My name is Ket, and I represent the Trino sisters. We have something you have lost."
The king raised his eyebrows. "What would that be?"
Ket dropped the sack to the ground and pulled out a small ring.
"A wedding band. Whoever could it belong to?"
The king recognized it at once. "That ring NEVER leaves Chris's hands! How did you get it!?"
Ket shook her head. "Oh, my king…feisty, feisty. Is it that hard to figure out?"
The king stood up. "Seize her!"
A group of guards instantly rushed her; however, a white light erupted from her, knocking all of the guards a fair distance away. The king looked on in astonishment and…what emotion is THAT? FEAR?! Oh, how rich, the king is afraid!, Ket thought to herself.
"Do not worry. I am not here to hurt anyone. I'm just a representative. I'm sorry we couldn't have gotten off on a better foot. We have your son. He is unharmed, but that is impermanent. Just do as we say, or we won't stop with just your son."
She turned to leave. "I will be back later with our requests. Next time, I will not request an audience." With that, she disappeared.
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"Rena…"
"You're gone…"
"…"
"…"
"Let me die…"
"NO!"
"I will not."
"She's just gone for a bit, she WILL BE BACK SOON! She's just trying to help me. She'll be back."
"She'll be back…"
"Rena…"
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"Come ON, bitch! Stop being stubborn, neh?"
Celine wasn't having the easiest time in the world getting a prisoner from point a to point b. It seemed with every step, the youth found a new sourth of strength to tap into. Celine was stronger both physically and mentally, but still the young one fought like life depended on it.
And it just may, thought Celine as she continued to literally drag the youth through the streets. Her magic kept the youth from hurting herself or Celine, but still she tried to lash out at the sorceress. Celine had to mentally fight the urge to knock her out again.
The prisoner grabbed an apple off of a vender cart and greedily bit into it. Celine rolled her eyes and paid the salesman.
"You know, you're about -this- close to being hurt; and I mean, really hurt."
Silence was her response, lest the groaning to get away. She continued to pull her through the street. Eventually you think she'd remember that her wrist was broken. She decided to do a little test. She stopped suddenly, the teen still thrashed about. Celine calmly grabbed her wrists. The resulting scream caused the cafe patrons to complain out the window.
Celine pulled the girl close to her face.
"Alright, you may think you're one tough little kitty, but you're messing with a tiger. I'm going to take you by the wrist from now on, so the more you thrash, the more it will hurt. And if you so much as try to harm me, I'll break your leg bones too."
The youth spat in her face. Celine clamped down on her wrist and threw her to the ground. She raised her hands and chanted a phrase, and sparkling dust knocked the youth out again. If Celine wasn't dragging her before, she certainly was now.
"Damn kids."
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In walked a young woman with bright yellow hair. She wore a ragged dress that looked about 10 year's old, but shining earrings that seemed to glow. She was carrying a small sack on her shoulders. She had a homely look, but yet she seemed to exude an aura of confidence.
She curtsied. "My humble appreciation, my king, for your time. Appreciation comes from my sisters, as well. I trust you will find this audience much more interesting then theories of foreign trade. My name is Ket, and I represent the Trino sisters. We have something you have lost."
The king raised his eyebrows. "What would that be?"
Ket dropped the sack to the ground and pulled out a small ring.
"A wedding band. Whoever could it belong to?"
The king recognized it at once. "That ring NEVER leaves Chris's hands! How did you get it!?"
Ket shook her head. "Oh, my king…feisty, feisty. Is it that hard to figure out?"
The king stood up. "Seize her!"
A group of guards instantly rushed her; however, a white light erupted from her, knocking all of the guards a fair distance away. The king looked on in astonishment and…what emotion is THAT? FEAR?! Oh, how rich, the king is afraid!, Ket thought to herself.
"Do not worry. I am not here to hurt anyone. I'm just a representative. I'm sorry we couldn't have gotten off on a better foot. We have your son. He is unharmed, but that is impermanent. Just do as we say, or we won't stop with just your son."
She turned to leave. "I will be back later with our requests. Next time, I will not request an audience." With that, she disappeared.
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"Rena…"
"You're gone…"
"…"
"…"
"Let me die…"
"NO!"
"I will not."
"She's just gone for a bit, she WILL BE BACK SOON! She's just trying to help me. She'll be back."
"She'll be back…"
"Rena…"
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"Come ON, bitch! Stop being stubborn, neh?"
Celine wasn't having the easiest time in the world getting a prisoner from point a to point b. It seemed with every step, the youth found a new sourth of strength to tap into. Celine was stronger both physically and mentally, but still the young one fought like life depended on it.
And it just may, thought Celine as she continued to literally drag the youth through the streets. Her magic kept the youth from hurting herself or Celine, but still she tried to lash out at the sorceress. Celine had to mentally fight the urge to knock her out again.
The prisoner grabbed an apple off of a vender cart and greedily bit into it. Celine rolled her eyes and paid the salesman.
"You know, you're about -this- close to being hurt; and I mean, really hurt."
Silence was her response, lest the groaning to get away. She continued to pull her through the street. Eventually you think she'd remember that her wrist was broken. She decided to do a little test. She stopped suddenly, the teen still thrashed about. Celine calmly grabbed her wrists. The resulting scream caused the cafe patrons to complain out the window.
Celine pulled the girl close to her face.
"Alright, you may think you're one tough little kitty, but you're messing with a tiger. I'm going to take you by the wrist from now on, so the more you thrash, the more it will hurt. And if you so much as try to harm me, I'll break your leg bones too."
The youth spat in her face. Celine clamped down on her wrist and threw her to the ground. She raised her hands and chanted a phrase, and sparkling dust knocked the youth out again. If Celine wasn't dragging her before, she certainly was now.
"Damn kids."
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