The last thing Rumor had remembered was the bright light illuminating
in the cemetery, and of course she was stupid enough to walk into it
without thinking properly. Raising her head, Rumor shook her head realizing
that she had blacked out. But how long she had been out was a mystery. No
longer was it night, for the sun was shining high in the sky, and no longer
was she in the cemetery, for no graves surrounded her body. Instead she
appeared to be in a forest of some sort. "Odd," she thought out loud.
"There should be no forests around here."
"What is also odd, my lady," a voice broke in from out of nowhere, "is why a lady, who is dressed in the most unusual manner, should be laying on the ground, without an escort."
"Weird it may be to you, freak, but this is the new millennia, and women don't need escorts anymore. In fact, I hear that they even have jobs now-a-days. Oooo, isn't that odd now, women with jobs. God forbid I don't have an escort." Rumor replied, letting sarcasm drip into her voice. Whoever this was that remained hidden was starting to piss her off. 'Why don't you come out of your hiding spot and face me like a man?" She shouted back to him.
"As you wish, my lady." Stepping out from behind a nearby tree was a tall and thin man. His hair was dark and long, and drawn back in braids. Even though it was him who had commented on her "unusual" dress manner, it was him who was dressed oddly. He wore a type of tunic, with something that looked like tights. Rumor rolled her eyes, and let out a snort that was cut off by the realization that the mysterious man had a bow and arrow pointed directly had her heart.
"Who are you," the man demanded softly, all sign of joking around had left his voice entirely. Calling over his shoulder, he yelled out, "Brother, come see what I have caught."
In the background, Rumor saw someone else come running from the distance. He looked like a carbon copy of the man who was standing before her. Oh shit, Rumor thought to herself, could this get any worse? Apparently it could, because the shock was beginning to leave her body, and her wrist had started to throb again, only much worse this time. Cradling her wrist to her body, Rumor reached into her pocket and grabbed her Swiss Army knife. Even though reason told her she was stupid to even attempt anything, because their bows and arrows could do much more damage then her knife could even dream of doing, she took it out and flashed it at them.
"Leave me the fuck alone." Rumor growled out, trying to appear menacing, even though she could feel herself beginning to blackout. Swaying to and fro, Rumor stood, and tried to back away from the two brothers. The last thing she remembered was their startled faces, and their whispers in some other language before the darkness took her.
"What is also odd, my lady," a voice broke in from out of nowhere, "is why a lady, who is dressed in the most unusual manner, should be laying on the ground, without an escort."
"Weird it may be to you, freak, but this is the new millennia, and women don't need escorts anymore. In fact, I hear that they even have jobs now-a-days. Oooo, isn't that odd now, women with jobs. God forbid I don't have an escort." Rumor replied, letting sarcasm drip into her voice. Whoever this was that remained hidden was starting to piss her off. 'Why don't you come out of your hiding spot and face me like a man?" She shouted back to him.
"As you wish, my lady." Stepping out from behind a nearby tree was a tall and thin man. His hair was dark and long, and drawn back in braids. Even though it was him who had commented on her "unusual" dress manner, it was him who was dressed oddly. He wore a type of tunic, with something that looked like tights. Rumor rolled her eyes, and let out a snort that was cut off by the realization that the mysterious man had a bow and arrow pointed directly had her heart.
"Who are you," the man demanded softly, all sign of joking around had left his voice entirely. Calling over his shoulder, he yelled out, "Brother, come see what I have caught."
In the background, Rumor saw someone else come running from the distance. He looked like a carbon copy of the man who was standing before her. Oh shit, Rumor thought to herself, could this get any worse? Apparently it could, because the shock was beginning to leave her body, and her wrist had started to throb again, only much worse this time. Cradling her wrist to her body, Rumor reached into her pocket and grabbed her Swiss Army knife. Even though reason told her she was stupid to even attempt anything, because their bows and arrows could do much more damage then her knife could even dream of doing, she took it out and flashed it at them.
"Leave me the fuck alone." Rumor growled out, trying to appear menacing, even though she could feel herself beginning to blackout. Swaying to and fro, Rumor stood, and tried to back away from the two brothers. The last thing she remembered was their startled faces, and their whispers in some other language before the darkness took her.