Hey, This is Chapter 2 I hope you like it!
The woman woke to an ear-shattering shriek. Her ribs ached fiercely and her head was pounding horribly. Her wounds were burning and, to make things worse, she was still too drowsy to get up.
"Mouse! Mouse!" Someone screamed. She stuffed her head under her pillow to keep the shrieks out of her ears. She managed to crawl to the other end of her bed about to see what the matter was, until the little white vermin scurried into the other room resulting in more dreadful shrieks. She grabbed her pillow and threw it onto the rodent as it ran down the hall. The group of terrified healers stopped still clutching their brooms looked at Zaileth.
"Milady, you should be resting." one of the said.
She just growled at them. All of the healers trembled in fear at both the rat and the woman. She rolled her eyes and looked at the most able-bodied woman.
She pointed to a tall, well-built woman named Anlyn and gestured for her to come. The woman inched over and carefully assisted her. She pointed at the pillow. Despite the screams of protest, a healer picked it up. The rat looked around franticly until she picked it up by the tail then it just squeaked desperately. Anlyn supported her as she hobbled to the door and threw the mouse out the door. Anlyn put her back in bed.
The she nodded in silent thanks. She looked at the healers still frozen in fear.
"You can go now." Anlyn said.
The healers scrambled away and left her alone.
She sighed and rolled over onto her back but dizziness denied her that luxury. She groaned and rolled back over stuffing her face into the pillow. She slipped back into a light slumber.
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Where am I? It's so dark. I'm scared. Where's Zephrim?
A skinny, ragged looking girl stood alone in the dark. Tears poured down her thin face. Footsteps came closer and closer each horrifying moment.
"Who's there?" no answer "Who's There?!"
"A restricting hand rested on her shoulder.
"It's only me." Zephrim said his voice touched with malice. She still looked around franticly.
"I can't see!" she shouted desperately. Suddenly the room filled with firelight. Men, women, and, children held torches as if they were hunting something bad but when she looked around she realized they were all staring at her. She realized she was chained and shackled. She stood in the doorway of a huge temple. The people with the torches were chanting 'demon, demon'. Zephrim held her chains and glared at her.
"You sniveling pest you can never be strong!" He spat in her face. He viscously yanked on her chains making her fall forward, Instinctively, she struggled and growled like a raging Nazgul. She hissed, screeched and fought with all her might but the chains refused to break.
"Let go, Zephrim! LET GO!!" Zephrim only threw her down on a stone alter and drew a knife.
"Long has the legend of the terrible demon, Shina'an, plagued us but no more! This child has been laden with the spirit of this horrible abomination. We will finally send our pain out with the winds, but first we must punish this pitiful child for violating of laws! Reading the forbidden scroll bears the penalty of death! She will suffer the burden of pain we carried so long ago!" He set the knife in a fire and, after a long silence, he drew it from the flames. A searing, excruciating sensation slashed its way down her raw flesh. She felt the warm feeling of blood slide down her back. She screamed with intense pain. Suddenly she was gagged by a dirty cloth. That still could keep the screaming of scorching pain from forcing their way from her throat with each searing cut. A priestess in white came with a whip. Evil clouded her veiled face. She drew it back and cracked it over the fresh cravings in her back...
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Zaileth woke up screaming. Anlyn rushed in franticly. Zaileth gasped desperately for air. She coiled her arms around her waist as a violent overwhelming torrent of dizziness and nausea crushed her. She gagged dreadfully and blood leaked from her mouth. Anlyn got the message, rushed out, and came back with a bucket.
"Here." Anlyn said gently. With that authority, Zaileth began to vomit a horrendous amount of blood and bile into the bucket. Anlyn just kept her hair back and whispered soft words to her. Zaileth stopped and caught her breath. She felt humiliated to show weakness.
Zaileth nodded in silence. Anlyn left to empty the bucket as a noble looking man entered the room. Zaileth caught sight of him but didn't acknowledge him. He looked liked the soldier she had helped the day before only older.
Anlyn trotted back in into the room without the bucket. She curtsied hurriedly upon seeing Boromir who nodded with acknowledgement.
"Is this the woman who treated Faramir?"
"Yes. She's wounded badly but she should pull through not unless she is infected. Which I don't think will happen." She answered optimistically. Zaileth watched the unfolding scene before her. Was Faramir the name of the soldier she had helped the other day?
"I should thank you for caring for my brother." Boromir's voice sliced through her thoughts like the sword he placed on her neck. Zaileth nodded and gave him an empty smile then thought for a moment.
"You need to apologize." She stated suddenly. Anlyn and Boromir were taken back by the sudden command. "You threatened me when is was wounded." She crossed her arms. She tried to remain in an dutiful composure despite the pain.
"Um...alright." Boromir scratched his head a little. "I'm sorry." he said awkwardly. Zaileth nodded like she would to an obedient child and went back to sleep.
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You like it? I tried really hard this time! And I promise not to keep you waiting this time!
Aloha peeps!!!
The woman woke to an ear-shattering shriek. Her ribs ached fiercely and her head was pounding horribly. Her wounds were burning and, to make things worse, she was still too drowsy to get up.
"Mouse! Mouse!" Someone screamed. She stuffed her head under her pillow to keep the shrieks out of her ears. She managed to crawl to the other end of her bed about to see what the matter was, until the little white vermin scurried into the other room resulting in more dreadful shrieks. She grabbed her pillow and threw it onto the rodent as it ran down the hall. The group of terrified healers stopped still clutching their brooms looked at Zaileth.
"Milady, you should be resting." one of the said.
She just growled at them. All of the healers trembled in fear at both the rat and the woman. She rolled her eyes and looked at the most able-bodied woman.
She pointed to a tall, well-built woman named Anlyn and gestured for her to come. The woman inched over and carefully assisted her. She pointed at the pillow. Despite the screams of protest, a healer picked it up. The rat looked around franticly until she picked it up by the tail then it just squeaked desperately. Anlyn supported her as she hobbled to the door and threw the mouse out the door. Anlyn put her back in bed.
The she nodded in silent thanks. She looked at the healers still frozen in fear.
"You can go now." Anlyn said.
The healers scrambled away and left her alone.
She sighed and rolled over onto her back but dizziness denied her that luxury. She groaned and rolled back over stuffing her face into the pillow. She slipped back into a light slumber.
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Where am I? It's so dark. I'm scared. Where's Zephrim?
A skinny, ragged looking girl stood alone in the dark. Tears poured down her thin face. Footsteps came closer and closer each horrifying moment.
"Who's there?" no answer "Who's There?!"
"A restricting hand rested on her shoulder.
"It's only me." Zephrim said his voice touched with malice. She still looked around franticly.
"I can't see!" she shouted desperately. Suddenly the room filled with firelight. Men, women, and, children held torches as if they were hunting something bad but when she looked around she realized they were all staring at her. She realized she was chained and shackled. She stood in the doorway of a huge temple. The people with the torches were chanting 'demon, demon'. Zephrim held her chains and glared at her.
"You sniveling pest you can never be strong!" He spat in her face. He viscously yanked on her chains making her fall forward, Instinctively, she struggled and growled like a raging Nazgul. She hissed, screeched and fought with all her might but the chains refused to break.
"Let go, Zephrim! LET GO!!" Zephrim only threw her down on a stone alter and drew a knife.
"Long has the legend of the terrible demon, Shina'an, plagued us but no more! This child has been laden with the spirit of this horrible abomination. We will finally send our pain out with the winds, but first we must punish this pitiful child for violating of laws! Reading the forbidden scroll bears the penalty of death! She will suffer the burden of pain we carried so long ago!" He set the knife in a fire and, after a long silence, he drew it from the flames. A searing, excruciating sensation slashed its way down her raw flesh. She felt the warm feeling of blood slide down her back. She screamed with intense pain. Suddenly she was gagged by a dirty cloth. That still could keep the screaming of scorching pain from forcing their way from her throat with each searing cut. A priestess in white came with a whip. Evil clouded her veiled face. She drew it back and cracked it over the fresh cravings in her back...
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Zaileth woke up screaming. Anlyn rushed in franticly. Zaileth gasped desperately for air. She coiled her arms around her waist as a violent overwhelming torrent of dizziness and nausea crushed her. She gagged dreadfully and blood leaked from her mouth. Anlyn got the message, rushed out, and came back with a bucket.
"Here." Anlyn said gently. With that authority, Zaileth began to vomit a horrendous amount of blood and bile into the bucket. Anlyn just kept her hair back and whispered soft words to her. Zaileth stopped and caught her breath. She felt humiliated to show weakness.
Zaileth nodded in silence. Anlyn left to empty the bucket as a noble looking man entered the room. Zaileth caught sight of him but didn't acknowledge him. He looked liked the soldier she had helped the day before only older.
Anlyn trotted back in into the room without the bucket. She curtsied hurriedly upon seeing Boromir who nodded with acknowledgement.
"Is this the woman who treated Faramir?"
"Yes. She's wounded badly but she should pull through not unless she is infected. Which I don't think will happen." She answered optimistically. Zaileth watched the unfolding scene before her. Was Faramir the name of the soldier she had helped the other day?
"I should thank you for caring for my brother." Boromir's voice sliced through her thoughts like the sword he placed on her neck. Zaileth nodded and gave him an empty smile then thought for a moment.
"You need to apologize." She stated suddenly. Anlyn and Boromir were taken back by the sudden command. "You threatened me when is was wounded." She crossed her arms. She tried to remain in an dutiful composure despite the pain.
"Um...alright." Boromir scratched his head a little. "I'm sorry." he said awkwardly. Zaileth nodded like she would to an obedient child and went back to sleep.
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You like it? I tried really hard this time! And I promise not to keep you waiting this time!
Aloha peeps!!!