ATHMAE
Palamon's room was lit with candles, and there was a fire going in the fireplace. Athmae was sitting in the chair next to Palamon's bed, with her feet crossed beneath her. Palamon was sitting up eating some soup that Rhapsody had made for him. Athmae looked at is freshly bandaged shoulder.
"Does it still hurt?" Athmae asked.
Palamon stopped eating his soup and looked at his shoulder. "Somewhat." He replied. "Listen, I'm..."
"Don't. I figured it out once I saw the markings." Athmae said softly. Palamon looked at her in shock, then looked back down at his soup. "Nobody would willing give themselves over to the F'dor. Least I hope you didn't." She looked directly into his eyes.
"I can reassure you that I didn't."
"That's good to hear."
"And I wasn't possessed. I was just a tool for his bidding."
Athmae could hear voices outside in the Great Hall. Achmed must be meeting with some more of those people that want in on the blog trading. She thought, slowly got off her chair and walking out the door.
As she walked over towards the throne, she saw three figures standing in front on the room. The one nearest to her was bald and skinny. He had a ring for each finger. The person in the middle looked like a woman. She was medium height, at least as tall as Athmae. There was a black bandanna that covered half her face, and had eyeholes cut out in it. Athmae couldn't see her hair. It looked as if it was tided on top of her head and was hidden under her bandanna. She had tight black trousers and a loose, black shirt that was tucked into her trousers.
The man on her right was cloaked. But Athmae could tell that he had wide shoulders, was muscular, and tall. He turned and looked at Athmae. He pulled down his hood to reveal a shaved head and brown eyes. "Athmae. My dear Athmae." He said walking over toward her. Athmae grabbed her knife from her boot and held it out at the man's throat. She went white as a sheet.
"You come any closer than that and I'll slit your throat!" Athmae said firmly.
"Come on Athmae don't you want to give your father a hug?" The man said.
Athmae held the knife closer to his neck. "You...are not my father! You should even be aloud to live Cantross!"
"I see you still remember our past together. I'm truly sorry. But it's been so long, and I have changed."
A sword came to rest on the side of Cantross's neck. "You touch her and I will slice of your head." Palamon said pressing the sword harder into Cantross's neck.
"Both of you drop your weapons." Achmed interjected. Athmae took away her knife and slipped it into her boot. But Palamon kept his sword at Cantross's neck. Athmae slowly walked away keeping her eyes on Cantross. When she was out of striking distance she wen to her chambers, and slammed the door shut. When Athmae was out of the room, Palamon lifted the sword from Cantross's neck, and limped past the other group of people and into the kitchen.
"That will be all gentlemen, and lady." Achmed said dully. "Rhapsody has already shown you to your rooms and I bid you good day"
The woman in between the two men was staring at Athmae's door intently. The bald, skinny man saw her and grabbed her arm, then said, "Excuse us". He dragged her out of the Great Hall. Cantross looked at the woman in hidden furry, bowed, and left after his two companions. Achmed rubbed his face with his hands, then got up from his throne and walked to the kitchen.
CANTROSS
Cantross walked swiftly toward his room. He saw his companion wizard shutting the door to his female companion's room. Cantross grabbed the skinny man's shoulder, pushing him inside, and pulling his ear roughly to his lips. "What the hell happened, Zeldran" He said through gritted teeth. "You said her past wasn't going to affect her!"
"Drastic emotions can corrupt the spell." Then man named Zeldran replied.
The woman walked over to Cantross, rested a hand on his shoulder, and said, "I can reassure that nothing has interfered with me."
"Good." He replied stroking the side of the woman's face with the back of his hand.
RHAPSODY
Rhapsody knocked on Athmae's door. When she said come in she entered with a smile on her face. Athmae was in a black robe and had a towel wrapped round her head. She walked over to her chair near her bed and sat down with her legs crossed and propped up on her desk. Rhapsody sighed and sat on Athmae's bed.
"So what do I owe this visit?" Athmae said bluntly.
"Well, for one we haven't spoken for awhile." Rhapsody replied. "Two, I want to know what happened out there. I know your not easily shaken like that. And I know when I looked into your eyes I didn't see hate, I saw fear."
Athmae stared blankly at Rhapsody. When she finally could muster up words she said, "When I was young...after my father left my mother...she remarried. She thought she owed her mother, something like that." Athmae paused and took off the towel around her head. Letting her wet hair fall to her shoulders. "The man she married was chosen by her mother, of course. He wasn't, let's say the model kind of guy. He slept with other women, and my mother knew it. But she never did seem to care. Late one night, he came home drunk. All I can remember is my mother coming into my room, picking me up, and saying we're leaving. When we got to the door he came behind my mother and stuck a knife in her back. Severing the lower spinal cord. She dropped me on the floor and told me to run. I can still her hear scream in pain. He came at me with the knife, but I didn't get cut that badly. I remember, him standing over me with the knife in his hand, when suddenly, his face went slack. When he fell to the ground, there was a knife stuck in his back. He took out the knife in his back and stuck it into my mother's heart. My uncle was there too. He came up behind him and slit his throat. My uncle picked me up in his arms, and we left. And I've hated that basterd my mother married ever since."
Rhapsody walked over to Athmae and crouched down beside her. Athmae looked on the verge of tears, but her eyes were not watery. She just looked like she was dead inside. "What was the man's name?"
"Cantross." Athmae replied through gritted teeth.
Palamon's room was lit with candles, and there was a fire going in the fireplace. Athmae was sitting in the chair next to Palamon's bed, with her feet crossed beneath her. Palamon was sitting up eating some soup that Rhapsody had made for him. Athmae looked at is freshly bandaged shoulder.
"Does it still hurt?" Athmae asked.
Palamon stopped eating his soup and looked at his shoulder. "Somewhat." He replied. "Listen, I'm..."
"Don't. I figured it out once I saw the markings." Athmae said softly. Palamon looked at her in shock, then looked back down at his soup. "Nobody would willing give themselves over to the F'dor. Least I hope you didn't." She looked directly into his eyes.
"I can reassure you that I didn't."
"That's good to hear."
"And I wasn't possessed. I was just a tool for his bidding."
Athmae could hear voices outside in the Great Hall. Achmed must be meeting with some more of those people that want in on the blog trading. She thought, slowly got off her chair and walking out the door.
As she walked over towards the throne, she saw three figures standing in front on the room. The one nearest to her was bald and skinny. He had a ring for each finger. The person in the middle looked like a woman. She was medium height, at least as tall as Athmae. There was a black bandanna that covered half her face, and had eyeholes cut out in it. Athmae couldn't see her hair. It looked as if it was tided on top of her head and was hidden under her bandanna. She had tight black trousers and a loose, black shirt that was tucked into her trousers.
The man on her right was cloaked. But Athmae could tell that he had wide shoulders, was muscular, and tall. He turned and looked at Athmae. He pulled down his hood to reveal a shaved head and brown eyes. "Athmae. My dear Athmae." He said walking over toward her. Athmae grabbed her knife from her boot and held it out at the man's throat. She went white as a sheet.
"You come any closer than that and I'll slit your throat!" Athmae said firmly.
"Come on Athmae don't you want to give your father a hug?" The man said.
Athmae held the knife closer to his neck. "You...are not my father! You should even be aloud to live Cantross!"
"I see you still remember our past together. I'm truly sorry. But it's been so long, and I have changed."
A sword came to rest on the side of Cantross's neck. "You touch her and I will slice of your head." Palamon said pressing the sword harder into Cantross's neck.
"Both of you drop your weapons." Achmed interjected. Athmae took away her knife and slipped it into her boot. But Palamon kept his sword at Cantross's neck. Athmae slowly walked away keeping her eyes on Cantross. When she was out of striking distance she wen to her chambers, and slammed the door shut. When Athmae was out of the room, Palamon lifted the sword from Cantross's neck, and limped past the other group of people and into the kitchen.
"That will be all gentlemen, and lady." Achmed said dully. "Rhapsody has already shown you to your rooms and I bid you good day"
The woman in between the two men was staring at Athmae's door intently. The bald, skinny man saw her and grabbed her arm, then said, "Excuse us". He dragged her out of the Great Hall. Cantross looked at the woman in hidden furry, bowed, and left after his two companions. Achmed rubbed his face with his hands, then got up from his throne and walked to the kitchen.
CANTROSS
Cantross walked swiftly toward his room. He saw his companion wizard shutting the door to his female companion's room. Cantross grabbed the skinny man's shoulder, pushing him inside, and pulling his ear roughly to his lips. "What the hell happened, Zeldran" He said through gritted teeth. "You said her past wasn't going to affect her!"
"Drastic emotions can corrupt the spell." Then man named Zeldran replied.
The woman walked over to Cantross, rested a hand on his shoulder, and said, "I can reassure that nothing has interfered with me."
"Good." He replied stroking the side of the woman's face with the back of his hand.
RHAPSODY
Rhapsody knocked on Athmae's door. When she said come in she entered with a smile on her face. Athmae was in a black robe and had a towel wrapped round her head. She walked over to her chair near her bed and sat down with her legs crossed and propped up on her desk. Rhapsody sighed and sat on Athmae's bed.
"So what do I owe this visit?" Athmae said bluntly.
"Well, for one we haven't spoken for awhile." Rhapsody replied. "Two, I want to know what happened out there. I know your not easily shaken like that. And I know when I looked into your eyes I didn't see hate, I saw fear."
Athmae stared blankly at Rhapsody. When she finally could muster up words she said, "When I was young...after my father left my mother...she remarried. She thought she owed her mother, something like that." Athmae paused and took off the towel around her head. Letting her wet hair fall to her shoulders. "The man she married was chosen by her mother, of course. He wasn't, let's say the model kind of guy. He slept with other women, and my mother knew it. But she never did seem to care. Late one night, he came home drunk. All I can remember is my mother coming into my room, picking me up, and saying we're leaving. When we got to the door he came behind my mother and stuck a knife in her back. Severing the lower spinal cord. She dropped me on the floor and told me to run. I can still her hear scream in pain. He came at me with the knife, but I didn't get cut that badly. I remember, him standing over me with the knife in his hand, when suddenly, his face went slack. When he fell to the ground, there was a knife stuck in his back. He took out the knife in his back and stuck it into my mother's heart. My uncle was there too. He came up behind him and slit his throat. My uncle picked me up in his arms, and we left. And I've hated that basterd my mother married ever since."
Rhapsody walked over to Athmae and crouched down beside her. Athmae looked on the verge of tears, but her eyes were not watery. She just looked like she was dead inside. "What was the man's name?"
"Cantross." Athmae replied through gritted teeth.