Disclaimer: Don't own anything. The Rock, Takmet, Memnon… they all belong to their respective actors/whatever. Which isn't me.
Possible Mary-Sueish-ness, but I don't care. Blame Tris. Just for reference, the sorceress's name is Cassandra.
Damn it, Tris, why did you have to make me write an angst? Stupid muse…
"Arsinoë Selene is writing an angst?"
Shut up, Tris. I BLAME YOU!
(growls)
Oh well. On with the story. Evilness…
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There was a raid on her village. Memnon and his army were burning anything they couldn't kill. She watched as her family and friends were all slaughtered. The air was filled with the screams of the dying.
The screams of dying children. Those voices would stay with her for the rest of her life, and she was only five.
She ran, trying to get away from the voices. Her tears blurred her vision, and she had no idea where she was going. The screams wouldn't leave her alone.
She could make out her uncle, Mathayus, through her tears, and ran for him.
Suddenly, an arm grabbed her below the arms and lifted her into the air, then onto a horse. Despair washed over her when she realized the man wasn't Akkadian, but part of the raiding party.
Alex's last image of her family was two of her uncles and a family friend chasing after the horse. They were soon lost in the darkness and the blurring of her tears. After they could no longer be seen, she turned, looking ahead, and wept.
The screams wouldn't leave her alone.
The raiding party returned to the city with several hours of darkness still left. The man who had picked her up was none other than the young king, Memnon. He dismounted, then turned and lifted Alex off the horse. She offered no resistance, though she offered no help, either.
"You will be living here, now." He told her. The look on her face told him everything he needed to know. She hated him with a passion.
"Why did you bring this girl back with you, my lord? Surely compassion for merely and inferior girl cannot be good for your reputation." Alex fixed him in a glare, hate fire burning in her eyes. Taking a swing at him with her small fist, she managed to catch him in the eye and bloody his nose.
"I do not need your permission to do something, Thorak." He growled. Thorak was holding his nose and leaning forward, so as not to make the blood from his nose go down his throat. Brushing past him, Memnon made his way inside towards his rooms.
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"You bring a girl back with you. I thought you said that you were going to wipe out the entire village." Cassandra observed.
"No…" Alex said tiredly. She had her head on his shoulder, and was slowly but surely crying herself to sleep.
"You need to go to sleep, little one." He told her.
"No…" She repeated as he started walking toward his own bedroom.
"Yes, you are tired and had a long day."
"How can you act like nothing even happened?" Cassandra asked.
"No…"
"Are you sure you aren't tired?"
"No…"
"So you are tired?"
"No…"
"You might as well just ignore her, that is all she is going to say." Memnon turned his head to look at her, then looked back down at Alex.
"You are going to bed wether you like it or not."
"No…" She was already half asleep on his shoulder before he got to his door.
There was a small, extra servant's bed at the end of his. Before he laid her down, he removed the sling style bag from her back and released the death grip she had around his neck.
"No…" She protested one more time as he laid her down. Even though she was asleep the instant her head touched the mat, her hands seemed to grasp at something that wasn't there. Finding a small, light blanket, he covered her. Grasping the edge of the blanket, her hands were still.
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Evil, evil, evil! Tris, I wish I could banish you from my mind. Oh, well. First chapter, review, but remember that this is my first -and hopefully only- attempt at angst.
