ATHMAE
Athmae was wandering the streets of Bethe Corbair, looking at all the items on carts and in shops. She was suppose to meet Achmed, Jo, Rhapsody, and Palamon at noon in the town square. It was nearly time so she thought she would be early. She spotted them, but there was someone else there. There was something mysterious about this person.
Athmae walked over to the table her companions were sitting at and sat down next to Achmed. Only he noticed that she had sat down. Jo was blabbing non-stop to the strange man. "Does that mouth of yours ever stop Jo?" Athmae said breaking the conversation.
Jo glared at her then said through gritted teeth, "And this is Athmae. Athmae, Ashe."
"Better be careful Palamon, I think Jo found someone to replace you in her heart." Athmae smirked.
Jo blushed brightly, then turned back to Ashe, and continued to talk. Athmae leaned back in her chair, put her feet up on the table and put one on top of the other. Achmed glanced at her doing and then turned away. Athmae noticed the people around them were on edge. She felt someone was watching them. She glanced around looking through the confines of her hood, at any suspicious characters, then went back to listening to Jo's babble.
Athmae had just finished her muttonless stew, and was again lounging back in her chair once again. She heard the sound of footsteps coming nearer. She touched Achmed's arm as if to tell him to let the person who was coming their way to come. Achmed nodded in ascent.
The footsteps stopped right behind her, and a blade of dagger came to her throat. Athmae didn't move nor flinch. She acted as if the dagger wasn't even there. The person standing behind her finally spoke, "Well, well, well. It's been a long time. Hasn't it, Brat?"
A smile spread widely across her lips, and was easily seen through her hood. "I guess it has been a long time, Jason." Athmae replied looking into her old comrade's eyes.
"Gods, not you!!!" Palamon exclaimed.
"Palamon is that really you? I thought maybe by now your corpse would have be rotten by now." Jason replied.
"You wish."
"Well I don't mean to be rude, but I have places to go, things to steal, and maybe even people to kill. Oh yes, and Brat, if you get tired of traveling with ahem, prates, sorry, I mean Palamon, consider me an option." Jason said removing the knife from Athmae's throat. Then he whispered softly in her ear. "After all, a queen deserves better." He quickly bowed to her and left swiftly.
"Who was that?" Rhapsody asked.
"A very old friend." Athmae replied with a bit of question in her voice. Palamon rolled his eyes.
ACHMED
It had been 1 week since Achmed and his companions had left Beth Corbair. They could just see the rugged mountains of Carnif. Palamon was riding in back of Achmed, and Athmae was in front of him.
Athmae pulled off her hood to enjoy the morning sunlight. Her dark hair seemed to absorb the sunlight. Except the two strips of white going down both sides of her head.
Achmed found it peculiar how Athmae's hair turned out. The white strips were her mother's hair color, and the rest of her hair color, was from her father, him. Achmed smiled and was soon lost in memory of when he first saw Athmae in her mother's arms to when he saw her just after her mother had died. He just wished he could tell her he was her father. He recalled her telling him she wanted to meet her father. She had no idea that it was actually him whom she was looking for, and still didn't to this day. He had just simply said that he and Grunthor were good friends with her mother.
"What's 'ong with ya Palamon? 'Ou look like 'ou've seen o ghost." Grunthor said patting Palamon on the back. Achmed spun around on his mount and looked back towards Palamon. He had forgotten all about Palamon's mind reading ability. Had he read his mind? He gave a piercing glare at Palamon, and sure enough Palamon gave a nod as if knowing what Achmed met to say.
Athmae was wandering the streets of Bethe Corbair, looking at all the items on carts and in shops. She was suppose to meet Achmed, Jo, Rhapsody, and Palamon at noon in the town square. It was nearly time so she thought she would be early. She spotted them, but there was someone else there. There was something mysterious about this person.
Athmae walked over to the table her companions were sitting at and sat down next to Achmed. Only he noticed that she had sat down. Jo was blabbing non-stop to the strange man. "Does that mouth of yours ever stop Jo?" Athmae said breaking the conversation.
Jo glared at her then said through gritted teeth, "And this is Athmae. Athmae, Ashe."
"Better be careful Palamon, I think Jo found someone to replace you in her heart." Athmae smirked.
Jo blushed brightly, then turned back to Ashe, and continued to talk. Athmae leaned back in her chair, put her feet up on the table and put one on top of the other. Achmed glanced at her doing and then turned away. Athmae noticed the people around them were on edge. She felt someone was watching them. She glanced around looking through the confines of her hood, at any suspicious characters, then went back to listening to Jo's babble.
Athmae had just finished her muttonless stew, and was again lounging back in her chair once again. She heard the sound of footsteps coming nearer. She touched Achmed's arm as if to tell him to let the person who was coming their way to come. Achmed nodded in ascent.
The footsteps stopped right behind her, and a blade of dagger came to her throat. Athmae didn't move nor flinch. She acted as if the dagger wasn't even there. The person standing behind her finally spoke, "Well, well, well. It's been a long time. Hasn't it, Brat?"
A smile spread widely across her lips, and was easily seen through her hood. "I guess it has been a long time, Jason." Athmae replied looking into her old comrade's eyes.
"Gods, not you!!!" Palamon exclaimed.
"Palamon is that really you? I thought maybe by now your corpse would have be rotten by now." Jason replied.
"You wish."
"Well I don't mean to be rude, but I have places to go, things to steal, and maybe even people to kill. Oh yes, and Brat, if you get tired of traveling with ahem, prates, sorry, I mean Palamon, consider me an option." Jason said removing the knife from Athmae's throat. Then he whispered softly in her ear. "After all, a queen deserves better." He quickly bowed to her and left swiftly.
"Who was that?" Rhapsody asked.
"A very old friend." Athmae replied with a bit of question in her voice. Palamon rolled his eyes.
ACHMED
It had been 1 week since Achmed and his companions had left Beth Corbair. They could just see the rugged mountains of Carnif. Palamon was riding in back of Achmed, and Athmae was in front of him.
Athmae pulled off her hood to enjoy the morning sunlight. Her dark hair seemed to absorb the sunlight. Except the two strips of white going down both sides of her head.
Achmed found it peculiar how Athmae's hair turned out. The white strips were her mother's hair color, and the rest of her hair color, was from her father, him. Achmed smiled and was soon lost in memory of when he first saw Athmae in her mother's arms to when he saw her just after her mother had died. He just wished he could tell her he was her father. He recalled her telling him she wanted to meet her father. She had no idea that it was actually him whom she was looking for, and still didn't to this day. He had just simply said that he and Grunthor were good friends with her mother.
"What's 'ong with ya Palamon? 'Ou look like 'ou've seen o ghost." Grunthor said patting Palamon on the back. Achmed spun around on his mount and looked back towards Palamon. He had forgotten all about Palamon's mind reading ability. Had he read his mind? He gave a piercing glare at Palamon, and sure enough Palamon gave a nod as if knowing what Achmed met to say.