Chapter 10 - Battle on the Battlement
Under the starless night Lissandra and the Navy had excellent cover. Mr. Merlin, the Captain of the ship, and who was a rather old, skinny man with a voice like a little boy going through puberty, promised he'd send word to the governor and do anything in his power to stop the riot.
Before leaving Jack behind, they spoke few, but passionate words to each other.
'Lissandra. My love. Listen to the voices in your head.' Jack said.
'I am.' Replied she. 'If this day should end in heartbreak, know that I love you, believe that I am here and for gods sake give me a friggin' hot kiss!'
And with these words, they departed, after their "hot" kiss of course. She ran from the bushes as swift and light as a fox. Her silver cloak was exceptional cover from the Navy, but, being a woman, she was afraid the pirates might mistake her for a civilian. But it was no time to worry about these details. She ran to the top of the battlement and looked out beyond the fort. And then it happened...
A tune rang out across the city. Everyone stopped and stared. And there, atop the battlement stood a lone figure against the moon with a flowing gown and a silver cloak and it's black and blood red hair blowing in the wind.
When the stars have disappeared
And the night is growing long
The waves have come ashore
And the ships have sailed along
In the storm I can see your pain
In the storm Shall I breath again?
When the waves and wind shall fail
And the time has come to end
When the land is on the rise
The sea is far and I will cry, cry again.
All eyes were silently upon her and she yelled across her audience. 'I am the heir of Essil and I bare his promise.' She held up the thunderbird. 'Sheath your swords. Lay down your pistols. Drop your spears and daggers. I am Essil's heir and that is an order.' But no one put down any weapon. She held up the wood from the Cloud and continued. 'I am the Maiden of the Silver Cloud. It's time to learn the truth that we have all been blinded to for hundreds of years.' Lissandra was barely breathing. 'Put down you weapons. Now!' Not one soul obeyed. 'Why won't you do what I ask? I said put them down!' Lissandra was loosing confidence very quickly. 'Please...' she whispered, but was distracted by a skinny black cat that was rubbing its velvet fur on her ankle.
She looked up to continue her speech, when she was suddenly flung backwards with a great force. She looked up and saw Tom Fiddle; in his hand was the pendant. He held it above the city and yelled. 'Continue!' and once again all hell broke loose. Then he turned to her, with a sheepish grin on his face. 'I am sorry, my dear. I do not make a habit of harming ladies, but you are in my way of accomplishing a goal. And I do not like it when my business is interrupted, especially by a pirate such as yourself.'
'What?' Lissandra breathed.
'I think you mean "pardon".' He corrected.
'You want this war?'
'Well, if you put it that way...' Fiddle said. 'Yes. I do.'
'But why?'
'It's quite simply really, maybe it to complex for a pirate though. So I'll but it into terms even you can understand; I want to demolish the pirate culture and kill all the pirates.'
'That's simple enough for me.' Lissandra rose to her feet.
'I realize that you're not as stupid as the rest of them.' Fiddle grinned, 'You know how to read, don't you?'
'Possibly.'
'I have quite a collection of books, you know, but over the past day I found out that I'm one short.'
Lissandra eyed him suspiciously. She unsheathed her sword at her side. Fiddle did the same.
'Guns, miss Silver Maiden?'
'No. That's too easy.'
'Just swords?' Fiddle implied.
'And flesh.' Replied she. Within two seconds and a blink Lissandra released all her fury, but Fiddle countered it all the same.
'Seriously, my dear, I thought you'd be better with a sword.' He said. Lissandra couldn't breath, her eyes hurt, and her throat swelled. She felt her brain collapse, and a clear ringing sang in her ears. Fiddle stopped and stood, watching the fall of the Silver Maiden. She gasped for air and looked at Fiddle. What was wrong with her? What happened? What will happen? Without asking, all these questions were answered by Fiddle.
'Breath.' She heard him say. 'You suppressed all your anger and it just took me to let it free. Tsk. Tsk. You shouldn't let your feelings get in the way of a fight. But it's not your fault. Women are like that. They think feelings are more important than glory. You should really get your priorities right.' Fiddle laughed, it wasn't a hearty chuckle like had given before, but a harsh laugh. 'You'll be fine, Maiden, stand up and fight.'
Lissandra straitened up right away, she wavered a bit, but stood square in front of Fiddle. She raised her sword, and then her eyebrow and spoke this. 'What's the point of glory, of there are no feelings to give a damn about it?'
'It's called triumph, my dear. Victory is glory enough.'
'We'll see.' And once again they broke out in a vicious sword fight, each matching the other's vigour. Fiddle's step work was quick and his blade was swift, and Lissandra couldn't find any pattern in his fighting. Their swords clashed and as they were lost in the battle of their lives. Lissandra swung high but Fiddle was ready to block before she even decided her move. Lissandra was becoming weary and tired. Even Fiddle slowed down. At last Lissanda gathered her strength and jumped quickly on the ledge overhanging the wall. She flew into the air and came down on Fiddle, sword first. Although Fiddle managed to stop her strike, they both fell on the floor in utter exhaustion.
Lissandra's breath was as heavy Fiddle's.
'Not bad, Maiden.' He mumbled.
'For a pirate.'
Fiddle smiled. 'Well, Miss. Silver Maiden,' he said sarcastically, 'Let me know when you are ready to finish what we've so stupidly started.'
'What you've so stupidly started. Two days ago I was free and content and now I'm lying on the ground with every muscle burning of exhaustion and battling for my life.'
'When did you plan on dying?' Fiddle stalled as he reached for his pistol. Lissandra, unknowingly, still lay on the floor.
'I'll be old and tired when I dye, when I can't enjoy the sea or hear the gulls screeching. When I'm blind and can't watch the sunrises and sunsets. When I'm too stiff to run free.' All the while Lissandra was making this speech, Fiddle had gotten hold of his pistol. He brought it up in front of him and aimed for Lissandra's head.
'Maiden!' He called. She turned around and in a heartbeat the blast of a gun had shot.
Under the starless night Lissandra and the Navy had excellent cover. Mr. Merlin, the Captain of the ship, and who was a rather old, skinny man with a voice like a little boy going through puberty, promised he'd send word to the governor and do anything in his power to stop the riot.
Before leaving Jack behind, they spoke few, but passionate words to each other.
'Lissandra. My love. Listen to the voices in your head.' Jack said.
'I am.' Replied she. 'If this day should end in heartbreak, know that I love you, believe that I am here and for gods sake give me a friggin' hot kiss!'
And with these words, they departed, after their "hot" kiss of course. She ran from the bushes as swift and light as a fox. Her silver cloak was exceptional cover from the Navy, but, being a woman, she was afraid the pirates might mistake her for a civilian. But it was no time to worry about these details. She ran to the top of the battlement and looked out beyond the fort. And then it happened...
A tune rang out across the city. Everyone stopped and stared. And there, atop the battlement stood a lone figure against the moon with a flowing gown and a silver cloak and it's black and blood red hair blowing in the wind.
When the stars have disappeared
And the night is growing long
The waves have come ashore
And the ships have sailed along
In the storm I can see your pain
In the storm Shall I breath again?
When the waves and wind shall fail
And the time has come to end
When the land is on the rise
The sea is far and I will cry, cry again.
All eyes were silently upon her and she yelled across her audience. 'I am the heir of Essil and I bare his promise.' She held up the thunderbird. 'Sheath your swords. Lay down your pistols. Drop your spears and daggers. I am Essil's heir and that is an order.' But no one put down any weapon. She held up the wood from the Cloud and continued. 'I am the Maiden of the Silver Cloud. It's time to learn the truth that we have all been blinded to for hundreds of years.' Lissandra was barely breathing. 'Put down you weapons. Now!' Not one soul obeyed. 'Why won't you do what I ask? I said put them down!' Lissandra was loosing confidence very quickly. 'Please...' she whispered, but was distracted by a skinny black cat that was rubbing its velvet fur on her ankle.
She looked up to continue her speech, when she was suddenly flung backwards with a great force. She looked up and saw Tom Fiddle; in his hand was the pendant. He held it above the city and yelled. 'Continue!' and once again all hell broke loose. Then he turned to her, with a sheepish grin on his face. 'I am sorry, my dear. I do not make a habit of harming ladies, but you are in my way of accomplishing a goal. And I do not like it when my business is interrupted, especially by a pirate such as yourself.'
'What?' Lissandra breathed.
'I think you mean "pardon".' He corrected.
'You want this war?'
'Well, if you put it that way...' Fiddle said. 'Yes. I do.'
'But why?'
'It's quite simply really, maybe it to complex for a pirate though. So I'll but it into terms even you can understand; I want to demolish the pirate culture and kill all the pirates.'
'That's simple enough for me.' Lissandra rose to her feet.
'I realize that you're not as stupid as the rest of them.' Fiddle grinned, 'You know how to read, don't you?'
'Possibly.'
'I have quite a collection of books, you know, but over the past day I found out that I'm one short.'
Lissandra eyed him suspiciously. She unsheathed her sword at her side. Fiddle did the same.
'Guns, miss Silver Maiden?'
'No. That's too easy.'
'Just swords?' Fiddle implied.
'And flesh.' Replied she. Within two seconds and a blink Lissandra released all her fury, but Fiddle countered it all the same.
'Seriously, my dear, I thought you'd be better with a sword.' He said. Lissandra couldn't breath, her eyes hurt, and her throat swelled. She felt her brain collapse, and a clear ringing sang in her ears. Fiddle stopped and stood, watching the fall of the Silver Maiden. She gasped for air and looked at Fiddle. What was wrong with her? What happened? What will happen? Without asking, all these questions were answered by Fiddle.
'Breath.' She heard him say. 'You suppressed all your anger and it just took me to let it free. Tsk. Tsk. You shouldn't let your feelings get in the way of a fight. But it's not your fault. Women are like that. They think feelings are more important than glory. You should really get your priorities right.' Fiddle laughed, it wasn't a hearty chuckle like had given before, but a harsh laugh. 'You'll be fine, Maiden, stand up and fight.'
Lissandra straitened up right away, she wavered a bit, but stood square in front of Fiddle. She raised her sword, and then her eyebrow and spoke this. 'What's the point of glory, of there are no feelings to give a damn about it?'
'It's called triumph, my dear. Victory is glory enough.'
'We'll see.' And once again they broke out in a vicious sword fight, each matching the other's vigour. Fiddle's step work was quick and his blade was swift, and Lissandra couldn't find any pattern in his fighting. Their swords clashed and as they were lost in the battle of their lives. Lissandra swung high but Fiddle was ready to block before she even decided her move. Lissandra was becoming weary and tired. Even Fiddle slowed down. At last Lissanda gathered her strength and jumped quickly on the ledge overhanging the wall. She flew into the air and came down on Fiddle, sword first. Although Fiddle managed to stop her strike, they both fell on the floor in utter exhaustion.
Lissandra's breath was as heavy Fiddle's.
'Not bad, Maiden.' He mumbled.
'For a pirate.'
Fiddle smiled. 'Well, Miss. Silver Maiden,' he said sarcastically, 'Let me know when you are ready to finish what we've so stupidly started.'
'What you've so stupidly started. Two days ago I was free and content and now I'm lying on the ground with every muscle burning of exhaustion and battling for my life.'
'When did you plan on dying?' Fiddle stalled as he reached for his pistol. Lissandra, unknowingly, still lay on the floor.
'I'll be old and tired when I dye, when I can't enjoy the sea or hear the gulls screeching. When I'm blind and can't watch the sunrises and sunsets. When I'm too stiff to run free.' All the while Lissandra was making this speech, Fiddle had gotten hold of his pistol. He brought it up in front of him and aimed for Lissandra's head.
'Maiden!' He called. She turned around and in a heartbeat the blast of a gun had shot.