A spoonful of sugar
chapter two
It was the forth night; cold, damp and bleak. Counting the number of bricks that made up the four walls of my pen had become boring, the number of crawling insects made me suspicious, the feeling that they were crawling all over my body was not something that I liked or sought after.
My ramblings became my solace, especially during the night, the only sound being the drip, drip, drip of water, akin to Chinese water torture, though I'm sure that had not been purposeful.
Suddenly there was a scream, and then another scream and before I knew it the sounds of running and shouting came from everywhere, out of a particularly large crack that I had come to call a window I saw blazing light, there were people carrying lanterns marching through this village!
"Get her!" Came the voice of Daenaf, the prison guard of the present time. The door of my cell was flung open, his bulky form silhouetted against the candles that illuminated the corridor.
"You are coming with me!" he announced eyes gleaming
"I'm going no where!" I rasped pitifully from the corner. My throat was dry and sore I had drank nothing and as sleep had evaded me I was weak.
"Get up." Was the reply as he came further into the cell, his form now becoming more vivid.
I continued to sit, I would not stand, I could not stand.
"Get up" there was an edge to his tone, but I remained defiant.
He leaned forwards and grabbed my arm, pulling me up. A variety of clicks were heard as my muscles and bones retaliated, they had not been used in two days, I had stayed in the same position as I realised that my endless pacing would relive me of nothing, I would still be hungry and thirty.
Daenaf ignored this dragging me along "I see she is here. Still alive." I turned my heads towards a new man, he was dressed somewhat richly, his appearance clean and his beard cut neatly. "A surprise I must say." An index finger was placed beneath my chin forcing me to look upon his face. I glared. The only way to show my hatred was to do this. "Send her out, we will leave her for those barbarians as she seems insistent upon not accepting our hospitality."
There was a resounding silence and I realised, he was going to leave me in the wilds to take care of my self, with no weapons, not that I could use them and no clothes other then the scant I had on.
Daenaf said nothing and I soon came to the conclusion that he had understood little of what the man had said. Words such as insistent, hospitality and perhaps even accepting going right over his head. "He means take me out of this village and leave me there." I said caustically.
There was no mark of confirmation; I was just dragged further down the corridor. Daenaf then stopped and let go off me causing me to fall to the floor. "I won't pretend to understand why he is doing this." He meant letting me go "but I do know that if you come here again the barman will not save you and you'll end up shackled to the wall in someone's house with less on then now. Hopefully it will be my house." He said this chillingly and I knew he meant it, I was not defiant now, fright over took me though I did not whimper.
Again, I was dragged up, a door was opened and I was in the inky night. Sounds of doors slamming shut, locked and then bolted could be heard. The pace at which I was 'walking' became quicker Daenaf was running from something.
He abruptly let go of me causing me to drop to the floor, as I tried to get up and kick in the side hindered me causing me to fall again. I turned to look at him but he was already gone and I was alone on the outskirts of this town with absolutely nowhere to go.
My eyes gradually became accustomed to the little light there was. I could see trees, tall and high yet an aura of grave danger emanated from them. Bright yellow eyes that shone from amongst them punctuated this and suddenly terror filled my heart.
Wracking sobs came unbidden through my body as I curled into the foetal position, rocking backwards and forwards, though this offered no comfort.
Rain gradually started to pour starting in a gentle patter before working its way into a stampede of sharp bullets pummelling my body, sending shots of pain throughout.
Then I heard it, the soft crack of a twig as someone stepped on it. How I heard this above the steady drum roll I knew not, but I had heard it all the same. I looked around wildly, my limp hair slapping my face and then I was plunged into further darkness as something was put over my head. The material was rough and course, inflaming my already tingling skin. I could hear though, even if the sound was slightly muffled "who is she?"
"I know not, we will take her to the king."
That was when I fell into the security of unconsciousness
A/n sorry for the delay, blame her! pints at a cowering Gwilwileth Some hoe I have been given the pleasure of replying to reviews again, I seem to get that a lot…
Candy: She was in prison because they thought she was a prostitute and as they are illegal in the town she ended up in she was put in prison.
Dakota: We're being cruel? This is only the start! More girl torture to come my dumpling! Okay that kinds kinda wrong, I'll stick with nic nac. Oh and 'girl' is kinda wrong, she's about thinks 25-ish.
Mayrana: Yep, we like cliffies, in fact I want every chapter to end in a cliffy but gwil says that's not totally possible. Hmph.
Lomadia/jereriviel: puppy dog eyes seem to be a regular occurrence, why do people think we like puppies? Well we do…but, ok me thinks I've lost my own reasoning's…
BlackmageI2: a very, enigmatic review!
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