Nothing odd happened all day, but when Xanthe tried to sleep she found she
couldn't seem to sleep. The door was taunting her. It was daring her to go
out in the hall. Finally giving in she got up and opened the door.
She walked out into the cold, dark hallway. Only one torch was lit and it was at the corner. She walked to it out of curiosity; it was trying to tell her something. She looked around the corner and another torch was lit. Fallow the torches.
She fallowed them to a part of the castle she wasn't familiar with. It seemed darker and creepier. A door was open at the end of the way and she was pulled to it. She was not used to this. It was like she was aware of everything at once. A mouse was searching of crumbs in the kitchen downstairs, a page was up late scrambling to do the last of his mathematics in his room above, but the door was what her senses were buzzing about.
She had never felt like this before. At the beginning of the day she was fine, but after her little meeting with Armod she felt strange.
She slowly walked to the open door and found that the room was empty. As she walked in she saw that there was a very old piece of parchment the desk that was in there. Curious, she walked over and read it.
~The Sense lays quiet in the shadows deep~
~Down in the soul of the One to keep~
~Awaken only by a kiss of love and a kiss of lust~
~Whom is wolf for the One to trust~
~Blood, her blood, will end the war~
~Golden Yellow, the Lady of the Wolf~
After Xanthe finished reading she didn't need to look up to see she wasn't alone.
"Well, well, well. It looks like Lady walked into the trap." Armod said slyly.
After that, it was darkness.
*~*~*~*
Aynsley anxiously walked down the hallway.
"Lady Kel!" he called seeing the Lady Knight.
"Hello Aynsley." She replied seeing him.
"Have you seen Xanthe?" he asked.
"I was just about to ask you the same thing."
They both stopped and looked at each other in puzzlement.
"What are you two doing?" Dom asked as he walked up to them.
"Have you seen our daughter?" Kel asked her husband.
"No."
"Neither have we."
"What? I don't understand."
"Neither do we."
A blood-curdling scream came from outside.
*~*~*~*
Xanthe had awoken cold and sore. She realized where she was before she opened her eyes. Being on the top of Needle at midday was frightening.
"I was wondering when you would come around." Armod said, "Don't move. We wouldn't want you to fall off now."
She couldn't move. She couldn't think. She was helpless.
"I hope I haven't scared you." He said approaching her, "You are a tool of war and well," he shrugged, "you are too important to die now."
"Stay away!" she screamed. The wind muffled it, but he understood all the same.
"How are you going to stop me?" he asked touching her face.
A single tear dripped down her face and soon froze. He was right. How could she? Her hands and feet were bound tight.
She didn't reply.
"Good. Now, to make our grand exit."
He picked her up and dragged her to the edge. He pretended like he was going to throw her off, but instead of letting go he just held her over the side.
She screamed.
*~*~*~*
Aynsley, Kel, and Dom ran out side and the cold winter wind blew at their unprotected bodies. The king, queen, the Lioness, Numair, and Diane soon joined them.
"Xanthe!" Aynsley screamed.
He started to run forward, but King Jonathan stopped him.
"I found her Numair! The One! She's all mine!" Armod yelled from the Needle, his voice projected by magic.
"Nonsense!" Numair yelled back.
"Read the prophecy for yourself! I have her and your pathetic country is now going to fall!"
"What is going on?" Kel asked sharply.
"Aynsley! No!" Xanthe suddenly screamed.
Seconds later, Aynsley sent out bolts of lighting that hit Armod making him drop Xanthe. Before anyone could react blackish-purple flames surrounded her, stopping her fall.
"Nice try, boy, but you'll have to do better then that if you want her back! She's mine and it's going to stay that way!" Armod screamed.
With a big explosion, Xanthe and Armod were gone.
A/N: You like? FF.N is ticking me off at the moment. Venting out my anger in the story. Writing is a good way to calm down. Anyway-I am thinking about venturing on into Harry Potter land. I have before, but the fics were crap. Hopefully this one will make it. Will post it up tomorrow. Please review it and my other work of arts. (This one too!) ^_^
She walked out into the cold, dark hallway. Only one torch was lit and it was at the corner. She walked to it out of curiosity; it was trying to tell her something. She looked around the corner and another torch was lit. Fallow the torches.
She fallowed them to a part of the castle she wasn't familiar with. It seemed darker and creepier. A door was open at the end of the way and she was pulled to it. She was not used to this. It was like she was aware of everything at once. A mouse was searching of crumbs in the kitchen downstairs, a page was up late scrambling to do the last of his mathematics in his room above, but the door was what her senses were buzzing about.
She had never felt like this before. At the beginning of the day she was fine, but after her little meeting with Armod she felt strange.
She slowly walked to the open door and found that the room was empty. As she walked in she saw that there was a very old piece of parchment the desk that was in there. Curious, she walked over and read it.
~The Sense lays quiet in the shadows deep~
~Down in the soul of the One to keep~
~Awaken only by a kiss of love and a kiss of lust~
~Whom is wolf for the One to trust~
~Blood, her blood, will end the war~
~Golden Yellow, the Lady of the Wolf~
After Xanthe finished reading she didn't need to look up to see she wasn't alone.
"Well, well, well. It looks like Lady walked into the trap." Armod said slyly.
After that, it was darkness.
*~*~*~*
Aynsley anxiously walked down the hallway.
"Lady Kel!" he called seeing the Lady Knight.
"Hello Aynsley." She replied seeing him.
"Have you seen Xanthe?" he asked.
"I was just about to ask you the same thing."
They both stopped and looked at each other in puzzlement.
"What are you two doing?" Dom asked as he walked up to them.
"Have you seen our daughter?" Kel asked her husband.
"No."
"Neither have we."
"What? I don't understand."
"Neither do we."
A blood-curdling scream came from outside.
*~*~*~*
Xanthe had awoken cold and sore. She realized where she was before she opened her eyes. Being on the top of Needle at midday was frightening.
"I was wondering when you would come around." Armod said, "Don't move. We wouldn't want you to fall off now."
She couldn't move. She couldn't think. She was helpless.
"I hope I haven't scared you." He said approaching her, "You are a tool of war and well," he shrugged, "you are too important to die now."
"Stay away!" she screamed. The wind muffled it, but he understood all the same.
"How are you going to stop me?" he asked touching her face.
A single tear dripped down her face and soon froze. He was right. How could she? Her hands and feet were bound tight.
She didn't reply.
"Good. Now, to make our grand exit."
He picked her up and dragged her to the edge. He pretended like he was going to throw her off, but instead of letting go he just held her over the side.
She screamed.
*~*~*~*
Aynsley, Kel, and Dom ran out side and the cold winter wind blew at their unprotected bodies. The king, queen, the Lioness, Numair, and Diane soon joined them.
"Xanthe!" Aynsley screamed.
He started to run forward, but King Jonathan stopped him.
"I found her Numair! The One! She's all mine!" Armod yelled from the Needle, his voice projected by magic.
"Nonsense!" Numair yelled back.
"Read the prophecy for yourself! I have her and your pathetic country is now going to fall!"
"What is going on?" Kel asked sharply.
"Aynsley! No!" Xanthe suddenly screamed.
Seconds later, Aynsley sent out bolts of lighting that hit Armod making him drop Xanthe. Before anyone could react blackish-purple flames surrounded her, stopping her fall.
"Nice try, boy, but you'll have to do better then that if you want her back! She's mine and it's going to stay that way!" Armod screamed.
With a big explosion, Xanthe and Armod were gone.
A/N: You like? FF.N is ticking me off at the moment. Venting out my anger in the story. Writing is a good way to calm down. Anyway-I am thinking about venturing on into Harry Potter land. I have before, but the fics were crap. Hopefully this one will make it. Will post it up tomorrow. Please review it and my other work of arts. (This one too!) ^_^
