CHAPTER TWO- ESCAPE
Disclaimer: I own one thing- my sanity. Wait- never mind, there goes the last of it now.
Eruvande sat for some time, thinkng of how she could escape, when an idea began to form in her head.
Going back to the one door, she examined the indention in the middle of it. It was rather large, with several smaller indentions in the main hole. She looked at it, and realised it resembled one thing to her-
A dragon.
Pulling her pendant from its chain, she fitted it into the indention. The door swung open, scraping the floor as it went.
Stepping out, she started down the hall. She looked around, then dashed down the corridor, watching around her as she went.
Seeing a room that appeared to be empty, and therefore safe, she ran into it, only to freeze dead in her tracks.
In the room were the horrible woman and the tall man who had kidnapped her in the first place.
~*~*~*~*~
Eruvande stirred. She opened her eyes, and looked around groggily. She couldn't move very much, and realized why. She was bound to a chair.
Oh no. Not again.
The sharp-eyed elf walked over to her. She glared at Eruvande, who still dimly struggled against the ropes that held her. Smiling cruelly, she walked to Eruvande and slapped her across the face. Eruvande gasped in shock and screamed in pain.
Wanting to hit back but rendered unable to, Eruvande decided to wait and see what the woman had to say. Or- come up with a plan of escape.
Feeling behind her, Eruvande touched the knots that kept her restricted and investigated them. She found a hole in the knot, and had to keep herself from grinning.
Sticking her fingers in the hole, she widened it when the woman finally began to speak.
"I am Lira, though it means nothing to you, you worthless piece of filth." She spat at Eruvande. "You better listen to what I have to say, and you better answer. Or, you'll suffer." Her smile became even more cruel, if possible. Holding her hand up, a flame appeared on the tip of her finger, growing brighter and hotter.
Nice one, Eruvande. You're stuck in a chair with a maniac with a flame. Good going.
Eruvande felt even more frantically in the knot. It was almost broken through, but even if it had been undone, she'd have to be careful to make sure that not only the rope fell, revealing she was free, but to escape when she was least expecting it.
Lira walked to her, and holding the flame right under her nose, made it flare up, singeing her tender skin. She winced.
Please. Just let me get out of here. I just want to hear the birds sing one more time.
Frowning, Lira snarled at Eruvande again. "Oh, what's wrong? Why haven't you been talking? Say something!" She yelled at the now loose Eruvande.
"Okay, one thing. Bye!" Eruvande shouted. Jumping up, she kicked Lira in the face and turned to run.
The tall man stepped in front of her. Eruvande finally realized that he was not a man but an orc. A huge orc.
Now in her adrenaline-pumped veins, Eruvande hardly cared how big he was. Punching him hard in the face, she dashed past him and ran as fast as she could manage.
Though it would give her chasers ground, Eruvande stopped and went back when she saw a room full of weapons. Seeing her own bow among them, she seized it, along with as many arrows as she could safely grab. Seeing a set of daggers, she grabbed them too.
Hearing the pounding of heavy feet behind her, she twisted and nocked an arrow to her bow. Pulling it, she was pleased to hear a scream of pain from the enormous orc. She let out a tribal yell of satisfaction before continuing.
Hearing lighter footfalls with her super-sensitive ears, she turned to see Lira racing after her.
Eruvande gulped. It was one thing to shoot an orc, but another entirely to shoot another elf. One without weapons too.
She stopped. Though her life was on the line, she couldn't do it. She dropped her weapons to the ground.
Lira reached her. Though she had just looked savage, she now looked confused. Eruvande noticed a glint of gold as she did.
And sad.
Lira picked up the weapons. "You know," she said, with a sorrowful look, "I didn't intend for this. And though I've just met you, I'm really, truly sorry. I feel bad about doing this." She picked up the bow.
And shot.
Disclaimer: I own one thing- my sanity. Wait- never mind, there goes the last of it now.
Eruvande sat for some time, thinkng of how she could escape, when an idea began to form in her head.
Going back to the one door, she examined the indention in the middle of it. It was rather large, with several smaller indentions in the main hole. She looked at it, and realised it resembled one thing to her-
A dragon.
Pulling her pendant from its chain, she fitted it into the indention. The door swung open, scraping the floor as it went.
Stepping out, she started down the hall. She looked around, then dashed down the corridor, watching around her as she went.
Seeing a room that appeared to be empty, and therefore safe, she ran into it, only to freeze dead in her tracks.
In the room were the horrible woman and the tall man who had kidnapped her in the first place.
~*~*~*~*~
Eruvande stirred. She opened her eyes, and looked around groggily. She couldn't move very much, and realized why. She was bound to a chair.
Oh no. Not again.
The sharp-eyed elf walked over to her. She glared at Eruvande, who still dimly struggled against the ropes that held her. Smiling cruelly, she walked to Eruvande and slapped her across the face. Eruvande gasped in shock and screamed in pain.
Wanting to hit back but rendered unable to, Eruvande decided to wait and see what the woman had to say. Or- come up with a plan of escape.
Feeling behind her, Eruvande touched the knots that kept her restricted and investigated them. She found a hole in the knot, and had to keep herself from grinning.
Sticking her fingers in the hole, she widened it when the woman finally began to speak.
"I am Lira, though it means nothing to you, you worthless piece of filth." She spat at Eruvande. "You better listen to what I have to say, and you better answer. Or, you'll suffer." Her smile became even more cruel, if possible. Holding her hand up, a flame appeared on the tip of her finger, growing brighter and hotter.
Nice one, Eruvande. You're stuck in a chair with a maniac with a flame. Good going.
Eruvande felt even more frantically in the knot. It was almost broken through, but even if it had been undone, she'd have to be careful to make sure that not only the rope fell, revealing she was free, but to escape when she was least expecting it.
Lira walked to her, and holding the flame right under her nose, made it flare up, singeing her tender skin. She winced.
Please. Just let me get out of here. I just want to hear the birds sing one more time.
Frowning, Lira snarled at Eruvande again. "Oh, what's wrong? Why haven't you been talking? Say something!" She yelled at the now loose Eruvande.
"Okay, one thing. Bye!" Eruvande shouted. Jumping up, she kicked Lira in the face and turned to run.
The tall man stepped in front of her. Eruvande finally realized that he was not a man but an orc. A huge orc.
Now in her adrenaline-pumped veins, Eruvande hardly cared how big he was. Punching him hard in the face, she dashed past him and ran as fast as she could manage.
Though it would give her chasers ground, Eruvande stopped and went back when she saw a room full of weapons. Seeing her own bow among them, she seized it, along with as many arrows as she could safely grab. Seeing a set of daggers, she grabbed them too.
Hearing the pounding of heavy feet behind her, she twisted and nocked an arrow to her bow. Pulling it, she was pleased to hear a scream of pain from the enormous orc. She let out a tribal yell of satisfaction before continuing.
Hearing lighter footfalls with her super-sensitive ears, she turned to see Lira racing after her.
Eruvande gulped. It was one thing to shoot an orc, but another entirely to shoot another elf. One without weapons too.
She stopped. Though her life was on the line, she couldn't do it. She dropped her weapons to the ground.
Lira reached her. Though she had just looked savage, she now looked confused. Eruvande noticed a glint of gold as she did.
And sad.
Lira picked up the weapons. "You know," she said, with a sorrowful look, "I didn't intend for this. And though I've just met you, I'm really, truly sorry. I feel bad about doing this." She picked up the bow.
And shot.