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Sorry for the long waiting, school's been busy, but now I have a three day weekend, and I'll try to write some more. Hope you like it!!
Chapter 8: Bloody Scanerans!
Three months later.
Keladry twisted on the stone floor, awakening by the sharp pain on her left side. She knew perfectly well that she had at least two broken ribs. She squinted through her black and blue eye, only her left eye well enough to see through.
Kel had survived three months of constant torture, with only a small loaf of bread each month, and a glass of water every week. King Maggur pushed her to her limits, but made sure she didn't die or get too sick that she would get fever crazed.
Today she knew, after a pattern of events like today, she would get her loaf of bread and her water. And she looked forward to it even more as her stomach grumbled in hunger.
She didn't try to sit up; it was impossible. Her back was covered with whip lashes, and though she knew they were light, and might not become scars, they hurt like the fires of the Black God's dark realm. They would burst open and bleed again if she moved.
Just then the door opened, and two familiar soldiers entered, followed by Maggur.
"So, Lady Knight, do you want your food?" Maggur asked. Kel just stared at him, as the two guards heaved her up, holding her with their arms.
"ANSWER!" Kel raised her eyebrows.
"Where is the Tortallen camp located, Mindelan?" The king asked.
"On a high hill, dancing with the elves and witches.." She sing sang in a jolly voice, picturing the scene in front of her.
"Bitch!" Maggur snapped, slapped her hard on her already bruised eye. She clenched her jaws together, biting back a whimper.
"We'll try again: How many soldiers do they have?" Maggur asked, as the guards held her up again, to face Maggur.
"Eleven and two, that's thirteen, then there are five more..." she rambled on, as she had for the last three months. She wasn't truly crazy, and Maggur knew that, but she didn't tell him anything.
"Take her to the chamber!" Maggur snapped, meaning the Torture Chamber.
As the guards dragged her out, Keladry thought back. Despite her broken ribs, broken leg, black, blue, green, purple and yellow face and arms, the whip cuts on her back and her bloody body itself, Keladry was proud.
She hadn't told them anything. Anything at all.
Her friends, family and country were safe.
She was the only bloody prisoner in their bloody castle, held captive by a bloody king, in a bloody country.
But they were safe!
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Five weeks later:
Dom stared into the blue air in front of him, his eyes glazed to anyone glancing his way. This most weren't.
Had you not known Keladry of Mindelan's friends, or companions or anyone else for the matter, you would have laughed the sight your met, if you were at the boarder between Tortall and Scanra.
A huge, vast army riding as fast as they could towards Scanra, nobody joking or laughing. The Chief Healer, a man named Nealan of Queenscove, and his fiancé Lady Yukimi, rode side by side with a huge man, Lord Raoul, and smaller woman, Lady Buri, and a handsome man, with a closed, hurt, angry and revengeful emotional face rode behind them all.
Dom didn't hear the flapping of wings, or the thud of hooves, as Numair, as somber looking as everyone else, rode forward, letting the exhausted eagle land on his outstretched arm.
Wrapping a concealing spell around the bird, he drew forth a blanket, as the barrier vanished, and revealed a pretty young woman, Daine, dressed in a normal hunting suit, leaning against her lover's chest sleepily. Her eyes had pouches of tiredness under them, and yet she cleared her throat, and urged the horse she and Numair rode on, forward.
"Lord Raoul. There are riders up ahead, dressed in Scaneran colors." The sentence had an immediate effect on the leaders. Dom straightened, his blue eyes blazing with hatred for the bloody (hehe) scanerans.
Lord Raoul and the others pulled to a halt, their faces alert and shining with hatred like Dom's.
"What? Where?!" Raoul snapped, then, "Sorry, Daine, I didn't mean to snap."
"I know, Raoul," her gray-blue eyes were filled with sorrow and tears. She shook her head. "They are carrying the flag of peace, and I think they're messengers from that bloody (love that word) king," Her lovely face twisted with rage and anger and Numair drew her back against his body.
"Shh, love, we'll find her. Don't worry. Sleep, now," he whispered, weaving a sleeping spell around her. Soon she was sleeping soundly and well against him.
"They probably have come to bargain a release of Kel!" Owen, youngest of the leaders, chirped up, his usual somber face lighting up.
They glanced at each other, then, without a word, nudged their mounts forward, towards Maggur's bloody messengers.
So, what'd you think? FIVE Pages, a new record!!!!!!!
I'll update as soon as possible.
Sorry for the long waiting, school's been busy, but now I have a three day weekend, and I'll try to write some more. Hope you like it!!
Chapter 8: Bloody Scanerans!
Three months later.
Keladry twisted on the stone floor, awakening by the sharp pain on her left side. She knew perfectly well that she had at least two broken ribs. She squinted through her black and blue eye, only her left eye well enough to see through.
Kel had survived three months of constant torture, with only a small loaf of bread each month, and a glass of water every week. King Maggur pushed her to her limits, but made sure she didn't die or get too sick that she would get fever crazed.
Today she knew, after a pattern of events like today, she would get her loaf of bread and her water. And she looked forward to it even more as her stomach grumbled in hunger.
She didn't try to sit up; it was impossible. Her back was covered with whip lashes, and though she knew they were light, and might not become scars, they hurt like the fires of the Black God's dark realm. They would burst open and bleed again if she moved.
Just then the door opened, and two familiar soldiers entered, followed by Maggur.
"So, Lady Knight, do you want your food?" Maggur asked. Kel just stared at him, as the two guards heaved her up, holding her with their arms.
"ANSWER!" Kel raised her eyebrows.
"Where is the Tortallen camp located, Mindelan?" The king asked.
"On a high hill, dancing with the elves and witches.." She sing sang in a jolly voice, picturing the scene in front of her.
"Bitch!" Maggur snapped, slapped her hard on her already bruised eye. She clenched her jaws together, biting back a whimper.
"We'll try again: How many soldiers do they have?" Maggur asked, as the guards held her up again, to face Maggur.
"Eleven and two, that's thirteen, then there are five more..." she rambled on, as she had for the last three months. She wasn't truly crazy, and Maggur knew that, but she didn't tell him anything.
"Take her to the chamber!" Maggur snapped, meaning the Torture Chamber.
As the guards dragged her out, Keladry thought back. Despite her broken ribs, broken leg, black, blue, green, purple and yellow face and arms, the whip cuts on her back and her bloody body itself, Keladry was proud.
She hadn't told them anything. Anything at all.
Her friends, family and country were safe.
She was the only bloody prisoner in their bloody castle, held captive by a bloody king, in a bloody country.
But they were safe!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Five weeks later:
Dom stared into the blue air in front of him, his eyes glazed to anyone glancing his way. This most weren't.
Had you not known Keladry of Mindelan's friends, or companions or anyone else for the matter, you would have laughed the sight your met, if you were at the boarder between Tortall and Scanra.
A huge, vast army riding as fast as they could towards Scanra, nobody joking or laughing. The Chief Healer, a man named Nealan of Queenscove, and his fiancé Lady Yukimi, rode side by side with a huge man, Lord Raoul, and smaller woman, Lady Buri, and a handsome man, with a closed, hurt, angry and revengeful emotional face rode behind them all.
Dom didn't hear the flapping of wings, or the thud of hooves, as Numair, as somber looking as everyone else, rode forward, letting the exhausted eagle land on his outstretched arm.
Wrapping a concealing spell around the bird, he drew forth a blanket, as the barrier vanished, and revealed a pretty young woman, Daine, dressed in a normal hunting suit, leaning against her lover's chest sleepily. Her eyes had pouches of tiredness under them, and yet she cleared her throat, and urged the horse she and Numair rode on, forward.
"Lord Raoul. There are riders up ahead, dressed in Scaneran colors." The sentence had an immediate effect on the leaders. Dom straightened, his blue eyes blazing with hatred for the bloody (hehe) scanerans.
Lord Raoul and the others pulled to a halt, their faces alert and shining with hatred like Dom's.
"What? Where?!" Raoul snapped, then, "Sorry, Daine, I didn't mean to snap."
"I know, Raoul," her gray-blue eyes were filled with sorrow and tears. She shook her head. "They are carrying the flag of peace, and I think they're messengers from that bloody (love that word) king," Her lovely face twisted with rage and anger and Numair drew her back against his body.
"Shh, love, we'll find her. Don't worry. Sleep, now," he whispered, weaving a sleeping spell around her. Soon she was sleeping soundly and well against him.
"They probably have come to bargain a release of Kel!" Owen, youngest of the leaders, chirped up, his usual somber face lighting up.
They glanced at each other, then, without a word, nudged their mounts forward, towards Maggur's bloody messengers.
So, what'd you think? FIVE Pages, a new record!!!!!!!
I'll update as soon as possible.