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The warriors waded forward into the water. They evidently didn't expect much resistance from a naked female, as they did not draw their weapons.
One of them made a grab for her and soon regretted leaving his helmet behind when Yami stabbed him in the throat with her fingers- crushing his larynx.
As he dropped dead into the water Yami dove beneath the surface. The warriors' eyes were not as keen as hers and could not see her. She used this to her advantage and, showing off her surprising strength, knocked the legs of another warrior from out beneath him.
She came up for air, seeing the warrior on the bed of the lake, trashing, trying to remove the armour that was his doom.
She hear chanting coming from the shore and paid no heed to it. Magic never worked against her- mages had learnt that to their utter dismay.
Abruptly her body froze. Her arms snapped against her sides and she found herself unable to move at all.
"Its a variation on the Hold spell my dear Yami. Made just for you," the mage nodded to the warriors who, ignoring the struggles of their drowning companion, picked up Yami and brought her to the mages.
The mage who had spoken with Yami, the one who cast the spell looked out onto the lake where his warriors had fallen,
"I'm afraid that you'll have to pay for the warriors we have lost Miss Shadowblade," he took Yami's head in his hands and stroked her hair, "I'm sure I could think of a way."
The paralysed Yami glared at him.
The other mage- a woman- stepped forward,
"No. Remember our task," she pulled the other mage back, "Think with your head for once! She pointed at the other two warriors, "You two, bring the beast."
The other warriors seized Ceffyl's ropes and began dragging the horse away. The stallion tried to struggle but the ropes were too tight.
*
They took Yami and her possessions to a clearing where they had hidden two covered wagons. Yami was placed in one wagon with the woman mage and one warrior who was driving. The others and Ceffyl were in the other.
The female mage placed an ornate, gold collar around Yami's neck then snapped her fingers. Yami found, to her surprise, that she could move again and, in a blink of an eye, was up ready to strike at the mage.
She merely smiled and snapped her fingers again. Yami was thrown back against the wagon wall and her head was gripped in terrible pain.
"I don't recommend that you do that again Miss Shadowblade. What you have there is a Collar of Higher Command, designed specifically to prey on your weaknesses and give me complete control over you." Her eyes glittered evilly.
"A collar! I am no dog nor am I anyone's slave!" Yami spat angrily, choosing to ignore the fact that she was still naked.
"But you are a slave Yami Shadowblade. My slave," she sat back watching Yami, "I am Amberlee Severes, but you call me Mistress or Lady Severes. You will not leave this wagon unless I command it and even then you will be in the company of my warriors," she placed Yami's clothing and equipment into a chest then threw a bundle at Yami, "Get dressed." She then left the wagon.
The now dressed Yami stood. What she'd been given to wear was a long, woefully impractical dress. It was black, contrasting sharply with her skin and the belt that came with it was white. The only shoes she'd been given were black slippers.
She'd tried to pry the collar off as soon as the mage had left but it had defied even her strength and made her feel extremely ill. The chest with her equipment was locked and when Yami touched it she'd been stricken with the same nausea as before.
She felt the wagon start to move and Amberlee stepped back into the wagon. Yami settled back down in the corner. It was going to be a long trip.
The warriors waded forward into the water. They evidently didn't expect much resistance from a naked female, as they did not draw their weapons.
One of them made a grab for her and soon regretted leaving his helmet behind when Yami stabbed him in the throat with her fingers- crushing his larynx.
As he dropped dead into the water Yami dove beneath the surface. The warriors' eyes were not as keen as hers and could not see her. She used this to her advantage and, showing off her surprising strength, knocked the legs of another warrior from out beneath him.
She came up for air, seeing the warrior on the bed of the lake, trashing, trying to remove the armour that was his doom.
She hear chanting coming from the shore and paid no heed to it. Magic never worked against her- mages had learnt that to their utter dismay.
Abruptly her body froze. Her arms snapped against her sides and she found herself unable to move at all.
"Its a variation on the Hold spell my dear Yami. Made just for you," the mage nodded to the warriors who, ignoring the struggles of their drowning companion, picked up Yami and brought her to the mages.
The mage who had spoken with Yami, the one who cast the spell looked out onto the lake where his warriors had fallen,
"I'm afraid that you'll have to pay for the warriors we have lost Miss Shadowblade," he took Yami's head in his hands and stroked her hair, "I'm sure I could think of a way."
The paralysed Yami glared at him.
The other mage- a woman- stepped forward,
"No. Remember our task," she pulled the other mage back, "Think with your head for once! She pointed at the other two warriors, "You two, bring the beast."
The other warriors seized Ceffyl's ropes and began dragging the horse away. The stallion tried to struggle but the ropes were too tight.
*
They took Yami and her possessions to a clearing where they had hidden two covered wagons. Yami was placed in one wagon with the woman mage and one warrior who was driving. The others and Ceffyl were in the other.
The female mage placed an ornate, gold collar around Yami's neck then snapped her fingers. Yami found, to her surprise, that she could move again and, in a blink of an eye, was up ready to strike at the mage.
She merely smiled and snapped her fingers again. Yami was thrown back against the wagon wall and her head was gripped in terrible pain.
"I don't recommend that you do that again Miss Shadowblade. What you have there is a Collar of Higher Command, designed specifically to prey on your weaknesses and give me complete control over you." Her eyes glittered evilly.
"A collar! I am no dog nor am I anyone's slave!" Yami spat angrily, choosing to ignore the fact that she was still naked.
"But you are a slave Yami Shadowblade. My slave," she sat back watching Yami, "I am Amberlee Severes, but you call me Mistress or Lady Severes. You will not leave this wagon unless I command it and even then you will be in the company of my warriors," she placed Yami's clothing and equipment into a chest then threw a bundle at Yami, "Get dressed." She then left the wagon.
The now dressed Yami stood. What she'd been given to wear was a long, woefully impractical dress. It was black, contrasting sharply with her skin and the belt that came with it was white. The only shoes she'd been given were black slippers.
She'd tried to pry the collar off as soon as the mage had left but it had defied even her strength and made her feel extremely ill. The chest with her equipment was locked and when Yami touched it she'd been stricken with the same nausea as before.
She felt the wagon start to move and Amberlee stepped back into the wagon. Yami settled back down in the corner. It was going to be a long trip.