A/N: Just another heads up for this chapter's rating. There is a scene of attempted rape and violence so please don't read if this offends you. Also this is a continuation of Maeve's past. Thanks so much for the continuing reviews. I promise I will try to update quicker once school ends next week.
Maeve looked up at all the ships harbored here in Greece. She and Dermott had managed to board the first longboat off the ship, without the captain luckily. Maeve would never turn her head back in that direction. She tried to hold her head high in front of Dermott as he eyed her suspiciously. She would never tell him the truth.
Maeve couldn't believe all the people here in Greece. She quickly left the from the port, not wanting any trouble from the captain. She wandered the streets wondering how she would ever find anyone who could help her. Maeve spent the whole day searching for anyone who even possibly looked like they could help her. Dusk was nearing. She went to the local tavern and spent a few coins that she had stolen to give her and Dermott a home for a week. As soon as she went into the room she went straight for the bed and finally fell into a peaceful sleep.
The next morning Maeve let Dermott take off to stretch his wings. She warned him not to wander off since they were unfamiliar with the land. He chuckled to himself. She was always such a worrywart. She scoffed at his teasing. She walked off intent on finding someone who could help her. She walked down the streets in awe of the people here. They were so different from people in Ireland. She felt so alone here. Everyone stared at her knowing she wasn't from around here. Her fire-colored hair set her apart. That and her Celtic markings adorning her long dress. The women here wore tunics and chittons. She wore a simple dress with sleeves made of cotton. Maeve walked around the crowds asking people about magicians. Some told her that there was no magic here. Some told her that the only magic practiced was by priests and priestesses. Some ignored her saying she was trouble. Maeve was quite upset that Greece did not practice magic as freely as Ireland and other countries.
Maeve walked along the market wondering where she could go next if no one helped her here. That was when she felt someone brush up against her. Her immediate reaction was one of fear and anxiousness. She thought of the night aboard the ship. Her bruises still ached from his strong hands. She whipped her head around to see who had came so close to her. She came face to face with an older man who looked somewhat soiled. She brought her eyes down to his hands which were now placed around her satchel. She quickly grasped her pouch from his clutch as she cried for help, "Thief!" He grabbed her wrist tightly as she tried to jerk away.
Maeve's calls caught the attention of others surrendering her, "It's Axion, the thief! Someone get the guards!" Axion turned his head quickly as he heard the voices. And before he knew what had happened Maeve had slapped him across the face. His stinging face turned to face her, stunned that she had hit him. He regained his composure before he spat at her, "How dare you! No one speaks that way to Axion! You'll regret that woman!" He growled as he turned and dashed up the alley way leaving a stunned Maeve to herself.
Maeve looked around at everyone staring at her. She walked off briskly trying to keep from crying. She had become so frightened. His touch had reminded her so much of Eric's. She freaked out. She couldn't believe she had slapped him. It felt good though she had to admit. She shook off all the feelings she harbored. She needed to get past all this craziness. She sighed as she walked off to look for Dermott.
Maeve and Dermott walked to their room late that night. Maeve was disappointed that she hadn't found anyone who could help them. She was also uneasy because of the events of that afternoon. She ambled towards the door to their room, her hand lifting the latch... A heavy hand found its way around her mouth. Dermott sprang from Maeve's arm and tried to attack the attacker but he had managed to close the door behind Maeve leaving a desperate Dermott frantically trying to get in.
Maeve was able to get a good look at her attacker as he threw her down on the floor. It was Axion. She tried to scream but it was muffled by Axion as he pressed down harder on her mouth. He brought his other hand up and smacked her hard across the face. She yelped in pain as she tried to crawl away. He spun her around quickly and toppled on top of her. His face inches away from her, "I told you I would get you." He eyes glowing with madness. He grabbed a hand full of her hair and he threw her hand back against the ground. He then quickly ripped her dress down off her shoulders as he tried to pull her dress off. She panicked knowing what he intended to do. She couldn't let it happen again. She was frantic. Her cries were drowned out by his fierce, powerful hands. Maeve tried to struggle free. She managed to get up and hobbled towards the door before he grabbed her and slammed her against the ground. Her arm interjected her fall. She felt the deafening crack of her arm breaking. The pain was excruciating. He attempted to ready himself as he held her down. I can't let him, ran over and over in her mind. She slipped her hand down to her boots where her dagger she had stolen was concealed. He tore her hem open on the bottom of her dress at the same moment Maeve brought her hand concealing the dagger straight into his chest. Axion came down even deeper on it as he fell forward. She slipped out from underneath him. As she stumbled to get up she raised the blood soaked dagger high in her one good arm as she brought down into his back again and again. Maeve stabbed him a blind rage until his back was no more than a bloody pulp. His organs and blood spilling out onto the floor around her.
Maeve stopped as she threw the dagger down one last time leaving it embedded it its unlucky resting place. She wiped the blood from her face. She looked down at her blood soaked gown as she heaved and gasped for breath. She had won. She killed a man. He would touch no woman again. Maeve knelt down before the corpse and unhooked his gilded sword and sheath. She then went to the door and opened it for Dermott who frantically flew inside viewing the mess his sister had inflicted. She hushed him and she stepped into the back part of the room and shed her dress as she searched for her last dress. She wiped herself as clean as she could and got dressed. She grabbed her satchel, the sword, the coins Axion had, and Dermott as she headed to the door. She then tore some fabric from her dress and tied it around her neck to slip her broken arm into until she heal it properly. She quickly closed the door behind her as she and Dermott went out into the night searching for somewhere to stay until dawn. Dermott kept quiet not sure of what to say. Maeve kept quiet for her head was spinning with anger, grief and sadness. They journeyed on into the night...
