Chapter 3
Izhera slowly came back into contiones. The back of her head throbbed. Groaning she opened her eyes. Blackness lay before her. She tried to reach back and rub the back of her head, but found her hands were tied to the chair she was in.
The sound of a door opening, and suddenly light blinded her for a moment.
The light flooded in form behind her. The sound of foot steps could be heard as some one came up behind her. She felt a blade edge touch the skin near her left eye. She shivered as the blade ran down her face, over her shoulder, and all the way down her arm. A male voice whispered in her ear, "Who are you? What were you doing in Asturia?" She answered, fear some thing nonexistent in her voice, "My name holds nothing to you, and my business is my own." She felt the blade leave her wrist. As a young man stepped in front of her. He was of a good height, with some what well trimmed brown hair, but it was his eyes that caught her. They were a deep sea blue. The blue that rested just far enough below the surface that you saw it than had to tare your eyes from it, or drowned. "Now," he said, looking striate into her eyes, "Who are you and what are you doing in Asturia?" As he said these things he leaned forward, placing a hand on each either of the chair arms. His face was with in six inches of hers, and she didn't like it. She lashed out, bitting his upper lip. He jerked back, pulling away from her, and in doing so made her teeth graze his skin. He touched his lip, staring at her, like she was some type of wild animal. She licked her lip, she could taste his blood. He staggered back, fear, and uneasiness in his eyes, making a run for the door. She let him, the door closed with a slam.
Izhera slowly came back into contiones. The back of her head throbbed. Groaning she opened her eyes. Blackness lay before her. She tried to reach back and rub the back of her head, but found her hands were tied to the chair she was in.
The sound of a door opening, and suddenly light blinded her for a moment.
The light flooded in form behind her. The sound of foot steps could be heard as some one came up behind her. She felt a blade edge touch the skin near her left eye. She shivered as the blade ran down her face, over her shoulder, and all the way down her arm. A male voice whispered in her ear, "Who are you? What were you doing in Asturia?" She answered, fear some thing nonexistent in her voice, "My name holds nothing to you, and my business is my own." She felt the blade leave her wrist. As a young man stepped in front of her. He was of a good height, with some what well trimmed brown hair, but it was his eyes that caught her. They were a deep sea blue. The blue that rested just far enough below the surface that you saw it than had to tare your eyes from it, or drowned. "Now," he said, looking striate into her eyes, "Who are you and what are you doing in Asturia?" As he said these things he leaned forward, placing a hand on each either of the chair arms. His face was with in six inches of hers, and she didn't like it. She lashed out, bitting his upper lip. He jerked back, pulling away from her, and in doing so made her teeth graze his skin. He touched his lip, staring at her, like she was some type of wild animal. She licked her lip, she could taste his blood. He staggered back, fear, and uneasiness in his eyes, making a run for the door. She let him, the door closed with a slam.