This is the second chapter to my newest and going to be shortest fic. I will probably finish this one Monday, at the latest, and tomorrow the earliest. Well, I'll let you read! :)
WARNING: This fic DOES give away some major plot points in the book 'Alta' if you have not read this book and plan to read it in the future, DO NOT read on! Thanks!
P.S. I DO NOT own any of the character except Amaya. This includes, any Magi, Toreth, Kiron and Aket-ten.
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MID-AFTERNOON
JOUSER'S COMPOUND
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Amaya raced through the streets of the city, towards her house. She passed wealthy and slave alike without even a glance for who she ran into, tripped or shoved out of the way. Amaya was in complete rage and it was the only thing controlling her body at that moment. The Magi, those who were so highly praised by the Great Ones, had killed her lover, Toreth. And now, she would get pay back for the pain they caused.
As Amaya's house came into her field of view, she sped up and started to shove more people away from her. Her dress caught on something that was attached to a side cart, and she tore it away, making a large slit half way up her thigh. She did not care what she ruined or revealed, just as long as she got her hands on a weapon and at least one of the Magi.
Amaya swiftly slammed the door open and her younger brother looked up at her, with a terrified look. She did not even stop to smile at the child to reassure him, but burst into her father's study room and ran to the back.
On the far left of the room, there was a schimar, it was covered with a cloth at the moment, since her father was not in the room, but she knew how to remove it and did so with such force, it knocked the sword off of its holder and it clattered to the floor.
"A-Amaya, that's fathers sword! Y-you can't take it! You'll be in so much trouble that he'll take all of your fine clothes away and you will never be able to go to another gathering again!" The young boy said from the entrance to the room. His eyes were still wild with fear and it looked as if he were about to cry at any given moment.
"Darwish, I do not care what father does, I will go through anything to get rid of those damned Magi! I will get rid of every last one of them, if it's the last thing I do!" Amaya's smile was of pure madness. She picked the long sword off the ground and stalked out of the room.
She left the poor boy standing with his mouth open in front of her father's study, where he stood minutes before fleeing to tell his parents.
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MID-AFTERNOON
INFRONT OF TOWER OF WISDOM
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Amaya stood defiantly in front of what was claimed to be the Tower of Wisdom. In her own mind, she found it to be the tower of traitors. Anyone who could kill a prince and get away with, even with the parents under control, was considered a traitor in her eyes, and like the Magi said, traitors needed to be punished.
Amaya walked into the palace and walked up to the first Magi she set her eyes on, with her sword hidden behind her back. There were no guards at this current spot in the palace, since the Great Ones were very conceded and thought it not possible to get this far with a weapon.
"Excuse me my Lord, but are you a Magi by any chance?" Amaya tried to sound as innocent as could be, even thought slight wisps of anger where escaping her hold.
"Why yes, milady, and what is it that you are seeking from a Magi?" He asked completely unaware of her traitor-like thoughts and plans.
Amaya glared suddenly and whipped the sword from behind her back. With one swift jerk, she had inserted its slender and overly-sharpened blade into the man's stomach. The magi moaned and his hands went to the sword. He pulled but could not remove it, since Amaya was pushing it back in. He was growing weaker by the second.
"I wanted to say, that that was for Toreth!" She seethed with anger all over again and pulled the blade upwards into his rib cage. Blood escaped the man's mouth and a tear slid down his face before he crumpled and his eyes clouded over.
Amaya looked down at what she had done. She had had no weapon training before, and knew that anger was taking hold of her body quickly, and that was going to give her a great edge.
Amaya continued down the hall, after wiping the blood covered blade on the Magi's robes. She struck down two more men before a large group of Magi entered from a door just down the hall from her. She looked up, just in time to see the head Magi drive his fist into her forehead and knock her out cold.
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AFTER SUNSET
IN A ROOM IN THE PALACE
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Amaya woke to find herself sitting in a chair, in an empty room. As she looked around, she noticed that it was not empty, but held one other person, a Magi.
"Well girl, you have killed some of our people, but you only succeeded in killing our three weakest. We stronger Magi travel in groups, ready for this event to happen. You were lucky, but not lucky enough. You will be killed for treason in the morning, where it can be witnessed by all who care to watch!" He laughed and raised his hand. She felt her head tingled and was knocked out again.
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MORNING
OUTSIDE THE PALACE
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Amaya had been awake for some time now, and had only been joined by a Magi and a slave a few moments ago. The Magi removed his spells from her body, enough for her to be able to move her legs enough to walk to her death. The slave took her roughly by the hands, which were bound behind her back, and made he stand and walk after the Magi.
Amaya was lead through a couple halls before seeing the door in front of the palace.
'These are my final moments of this life, Toreth, forgive me, for I have failed. I have failed to bring you justice, failed to escape the clutches of death, and failed to get rid of the true traitors. I'm sorry my price, my lover, I am sorry.' Amaya hung her head and her hair, which had fallen out of its style, fell into her eyes.
As Amaya looked up in time to watch the Magi open the doors and walk into the sun light. Once past the doorway, Amaya could see the crowd that had gathered, one of those people who had come, was her older brother. His face drained of all colour when he saw that it was Amaya that was to be killed on this morning. He shook his head and continued watching, this time with a cold hate.
"People of Alta, see who has killed some of our number. See one who has broken laws and sins alike. See the one who will be killed this very morning. I give you Amaya, daughter of wealthy Lord Kamputch!" The Magi smiled as gasps rose from the crowd and slowly pulled a bejewelled dagger from a pouch at his side. The slave pushed her head forward and Amaya waited for the dagger to cut into her flesh.
The Magi waited for the people to hush and slid his dagger in front of her neck. The pose of bowing your head before a swipe to the throat, causes a large blood vessel to come closer to the skin, which allows more blood spill and quicker death time. The dagger, which Amaya noticed had a gold carving of a large cat, with eyes of ruby, slid across her skin, cutting into the throat and the artery just behind it.
Amaya's blood spilled over the steps below her and pain awoke in her that cut her heart to pieces. Tears welled up in her eyes and the dagger left her skin on the left side of her. He heart stopped as blood spewed everywhere, on the slave, the Magi, herself and even some of the crowd close enough to the steps.
Amaya's pain washed away as her spirit drifted out of her body and left the world, and her body behind. She forgot her troubles and even smiled as a light appeared and she stepped towards it. As it grew, she noticed that it was lining a figure, a male figure at that. She gasped as she noticed who exactly that man was.
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I figure that you might be mad at my sudden ending, but I DO need something to write in the next and final chapter! :) You'll just have to wait until tomorrow or Monday! Please review!
WARNING: This fic DOES give away some major plot points in the book 'Alta' if you have not read this book and plan to read it in the future, DO NOT read on! Thanks!
P.S. I DO NOT own any of the character except Amaya. This includes, any Magi, Toreth, Kiron and Aket-ten.
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MID-AFTERNOON
JOUSER'S COMPOUND
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Amaya raced through the streets of the city, towards her house. She passed wealthy and slave alike without even a glance for who she ran into, tripped or shoved out of the way. Amaya was in complete rage and it was the only thing controlling her body at that moment. The Magi, those who were so highly praised by the Great Ones, had killed her lover, Toreth. And now, she would get pay back for the pain they caused.
As Amaya's house came into her field of view, she sped up and started to shove more people away from her. Her dress caught on something that was attached to a side cart, and she tore it away, making a large slit half way up her thigh. She did not care what she ruined or revealed, just as long as she got her hands on a weapon and at least one of the Magi.
Amaya swiftly slammed the door open and her younger brother looked up at her, with a terrified look. She did not even stop to smile at the child to reassure him, but burst into her father's study room and ran to the back.
On the far left of the room, there was a schimar, it was covered with a cloth at the moment, since her father was not in the room, but she knew how to remove it and did so with such force, it knocked the sword off of its holder and it clattered to the floor.
"A-Amaya, that's fathers sword! Y-you can't take it! You'll be in so much trouble that he'll take all of your fine clothes away and you will never be able to go to another gathering again!" The young boy said from the entrance to the room. His eyes were still wild with fear and it looked as if he were about to cry at any given moment.
"Darwish, I do not care what father does, I will go through anything to get rid of those damned Magi! I will get rid of every last one of them, if it's the last thing I do!" Amaya's smile was of pure madness. She picked the long sword off the ground and stalked out of the room.
She left the poor boy standing with his mouth open in front of her father's study, where he stood minutes before fleeing to tell his parents.
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MID-AFTERNOON
INFRONT OF TOWER OF WISDOM
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Amaya stood defiantly in front of what was claimed to be the Tower of Wisdom. In her own mind, she found it to be the tower of traitors. Anyone who could kill a prince and get away with, even with the parents under control, was considered a traitor in her eyes, and like the Magi said, traitors needed to be punished.
Amaya walked into the palace and walked up to the first Magi she set her eyes on, with her sword hidden behind her back. There were no guards at this current spot in the palace, since the Great Ones were very conceded and thought it not possible to get this far with a weapon.
"Excuse me my Lord, but are you a Magi by any chance?" Amaya tried to sound as innocent as could be, even thought slight wisps of anger where escaping her hold.
"Why yes, milady, and what is it that you are seeking from a Magi?" He asked completely unaware of her traitor-like thoughts and plans.
Amaya glared suddenly and whipped the sword from behind her back. With one swift jerk, she had inserted its slender and overly-sharpened blade into the man's stomach. The magi moaned and his hands went to the sword. He pulled but could not remove it, since Amaya was pushing it back in. He was growing weaker by the second.
"I wanted to say, that that was for Toreth!" She seethed with anger all over again and pulled the blade upwards into his rib cage. Blood escaped the man's mouth and a tear slid down his face before he crumpled and his eyes clouded over.
Amaya looked down at what she had done. She had had no weapon training before, and knew that anger was taking hold of her body quickly, and that was going to give her a great edge.
Amaya continued down the hall, after wiping the blood covered blade on the Magi's robes. She struck down two more men before a large group of Magi entered from a door just down the hall from her. She looked up, just in time to see the head Magi drive his fist into her forehead and knock her out cold.
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AFTER SUNSET
IN A ROOM IN THE PALACE
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Amaya woke to find herself sitting in a chair, in an empty room. As she looked around, she noticed that it was not empty, but held one other person, a Magi.
"Well girl, you have killed some of our people, but you only succeeded in killing our three weakest. We stronger Magi travel in groups, ready for this event to happen. You were lucky, but not lucky enough. You will be killed for treason in the morning, where it can be witnessed by all who care to watch!" He laughed and raised his hand. She felt her head tingled and was knocked out again.
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MORNING
OUTSIDE THE PALACE
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Amaya had been awake for some time now, and had only been joined by a Magi and a slave a few moments ago. The Magi removed his spells from her body, enough for her to be able to move her legs enough to walk to her death. The slave took her roughly by the hands, which were bound behind her back, and made he stand and walk after the Magi.
Amaya was lead through a couple halls before seeing the door in front of the palace.
'These are my final moments of this life, Toreth, forgive me, for I have failed. I have failed to bring you justice, failed to escape the clutches of death, and failed to get rid of the true traitors. I'm sorry my price, my lover, I am sorry.' Amaya hung her head and her hair, which had fallen out of its style, fell into her eyes.
As Amaya looked up in time to watch the Magi open the doors and walk into the sun light. Once past the doorway, Amaya could see the crowd that had gathered, one of those people who had come, was her older brother. His face drained of all colour when he saw that it was Amaya that was to be killed on this morning. He shook his head and continued watching, this time with a cold hate.
"People of Alta, see who has killed some of our number. See one who has broken laws and sins alike. See the one who will be killed this very morning. I give you Amaya, daughter of wealthy Lord Kamputch!" The Magi smiled as gasps rose from the crowd and slowly pulled a bejewelled dagger from a pouch at his side. The slave pushed her head forward and Amaya waited for the dagger to cut into her flesh.
The Magi waited for the people to hush and slid his dagger in front of her neck. The pose of bowing your head before a swipe to the throat, causes a large blood vessel to come closer to the skin, which allows more blood spill and quicker death time. The dagger, which Amaya noticed had a gold carving of a large cat, with eyes of ruby, slid across her skin, cutting into the throat and the artery just behind it.
Amaya's blood spilled over the steps below her and pain awoke in her that cut her heart to pieces. Tears welled up in her eyes and the dagger left her skin on the left side of her. He heart stopped as blood spewed everywhere, on the slave, the Magi, herself and even some of the crowd close enough to the steps.
Amaya's pain washed away as her spirit drifted out of her body and left the world, and her body behind. She forgot her troubles and even smiled as a light appeared and she stepped towards it. As it grew, she noticed that it was lining a figure, a male figure at that. She gasped as she noticed who exactly that man was.
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I figure that you might be mad at my sudden ending, but I DO need something to write in the next and final chapter! :) You'll just have to wait until tomorrow or Monday! Please review!