Well here it is! Sorry it took so long!!! Hope you all enjoy!! Thanks
everyone for the reviews!!!
Disclaimer: eh, don't wanna......... Just don't sue me
A/N: A HUGE thanks to d-chan and Cor for this!! I was ready to give it up and they wouldn't let me! D even went so far as to threaten not to write anymore if I didn't post this! And Cor encouraged and beta read for me! So thanks you 2! This chapter is dedicated to D-chan!! D you rock girl!
Title: Lost Hope
Rating: ummm PG to PG-13 if any of you think this is wrong let me know!
Summary: Feeling ignored and unwanted a young Estel decides to go out on a hunting trip by himself.
Astronema: Hehe!! More blood in this chappie!! As requested!!! Thanks for reading and reviewing!
Stitch-the-wizard: Thanks for the review. I did enjoy prom and graduation a lot.
Meethril: Umm I am afraid that yes his memory is completely gone, but don't worry!! It will be alright, more or less. *grin*
Firniswin: *grin* I'm updating! Sorry it has been so long between chapters, but it couldn't be helped! I hope your day gets better!! I hope this cheers you up just a little? Lol! Well, at least it will let you focus on someone else's pain for awhile anyway!! Enjoy!
Chapter 7
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'This is just not my day' thought Estel. First, he had woken up without a clue as to who he was and how he got here, and then these really really nasty creatures grabbed him and made him drink this really foul liquid that burned all the way down his throat and things only got worse from there.
Flashback to earlier that day~*~*~
"Who are you? What do you want with me?" a small quivering voice asked. He was so confused, what did these creatures want? Had he done something to them? Why couldn't he remember!!! He couldn't even remember his own name! Much less any wrong that he could have done to creatures as big and nasty as these, 'and I certainly think I would remember if I had encountered such ugly creatures as these before!' he thought.
"WE want nothing with you, you little rat, but the master does wish to see you" one of the creatures, the one who looked to be the leader of the group, snarled. "Unfortunately, he want's you alive, but that doesn't mean that we can't have fun with you before we hand you over to him! Trust me, when he gets his hands on you, you will wish we had finished you!" he sneered evilly at the small boy.
'That just can't be good' Estel thought to himself. Then the leader one grabbed him and strung him up to a tree so that he was literally hanging by his wrists.
The young boy felt sick. His entire body was already screaming at him, and he did not know how much more he could endure. Suddenly he felt the most excruciating pain on his back. The creatures were rubbing salt and some kind of gritty sand into his ruined back.
After they had applied that concoction a few times they took up the bottle of nasty liquid and began to pour that into each and every one of the wounds on his back and legs and arms. Then they turned him over and repeated all of that to his torso and front. Estel was beyond screaming at this point. He was not sure how he was still conscious, but all he had the strength to do was whimper softly.
End flashback~*~*~
Now, here he was. They had left him hanging from the tree, but at least they were gone for now. Estel stretched his body out to stand on his tiptoes. That was the only way to relieve some of the pressure off of his wrists, but he could not really reach the ground properly so most of his weight was on his wrists. They both felt about to break by now.
'I just do not understand why they are doing this to me' Estel thought. 'What could I possibly have done? Who am I? Has my life always been this way? Surely not.' This train of thought continued for some time until Estel heard the creatures returning. 'Oh please, no. Not this soon. I can not live through this again. Please just let me die.' he thought wretchedly.
Then one of the creatures pulled out the whip again, he then rotated Estel so that his ruined back was exposed and began to beat the child again.
"The master will be here tomorrow little rat. Then you will know what pain and suffering truly is. But until then I think we can give you a few more little tastes. But we have been given permission to brand you." The leader stated proudly.
They turned Estel around and it was then he noticed the fire the creatures had built while he had faced the tree. He also saw the poker that had been placed in the fire. He still had no idea how he was conscious.
"You will get to feel this little beauty in a few minutes, and don't worry you should be conscious for most of it! That little drink we gave you it helps keep our toys from passing out before the fun starts." The leader hissed at him gleefully.
'So that's why I haven't passed out yet' Estel thought dully.
Just then one of the creatures pulled the poker out of the fire. It was glowing from the heat the flame had produced.
Estel watched it come closer to his skin as if he was in a trance. He knew that struggling would be useless, in fact, it would probably cause them to hurt him more. In that moment he just gave up, and surrendered himself to whatever fate they saw fit to give him.
The leader grabbed his arm and exposed his forearm to the red hot poker. It was almost like a dream when it came in contact with his skin. Estel still did not even have the strength to scream in agony. The only sign of his internal hell was soft whimpering.
Then, just as he was about to pass into blissful oblivion, for not even to potion could keep him conscious now, a very strange thing happened. He saw the creature in front of him fall with an arrow sticking out of his chest, and then heard several voices shouting in a language that he did not understand, even if it did sound vaguely familiar.
The last thing he saw before the darkness claimed him was a dark headed being. 'I am surely dying' he thought 'for no creature as fair as this could live in this world, and it is glowing too' were the last thoughts before oblivion at last claimed him.
TBC.........
Well, there it is, ch 7! Sorry it is so short, I'm kinda out of inspiration at the moment. Sorry it took so long to update, I will try and update quicker next time!! Well don't kill me, he was almost rescued in this chapter! Well please review! It helps keep the story going!!
Namaarie for now!
Disclaimer: eh, don't wanna......... Just don't sue me
A/N: A HUGE thanks to d-chan and Cor for this!! I was ready to give it up and they wouldn't let me! D even went so far as to threaten not to write anymore if I didn't post this! And Cor encouraged and beta read for me! So thanks you 2! This chapter is dedicated to D-chan!! D you rock girl!
Title: Lost Hope
Rating: ummm PG to PG-13 if any of you think this is wrong let me know!
Summary: Feeling ignored and unwanted a young Estel decides to go out on a hunting trip by himself.
Astronema: Hehe!! More blood in this chappie!! As requested!!! Thanks for reading and reviewing!
Stitch-the-wizard: Thanks for the review. I did enjoy prom and graduation a lot.
Meethril: Umm I am afraid that yes his memory is completely gone, but don't worry!! It will be alright, more or less. *grin*
Firniswin: *grin* I'm updating! Sorry it has been so long between chapters, but it couldn't be helped! I hope your day gets better!! I hope this cheers you up just a little? Lol! Well, at least it will let you focus on someone else's pain for awhile anyway!! Enjoy!
Chapter 7
~*~*~*~*~*~
'This is just not my day' thought Estel. First, he had woken up without a clue as to who he was and how he got here, and then these really really nasty creatures grabbed him and made him drink this really foul liquid that burned all the way down his throat and things only got worse from there.
Flashback to earlier that day~*~*~
"Who are you? What do you want with me?" a small quivering voice asked. He was so confused, what did these creatures want? Had he done something to them? Why couldn't he remember!!! He couldn't even remember his own name! Much less any wrong that he could have done to creatures as big and nasty as these, 'and I certainly think I would remember if I had encountered such ugly creatures as these before!' he thought.
"WE want nothing with you, you little rat, but the master does wish to see you" one of the creatures, the one who looked to be the leader of the group, snarled. "Unfortunately, he want's you alive, but that doesn't mean that we can't have fun with you before we hand you over to him! Trust me, when he gets his hands on you, you will wish we had finished you!" he sneered evilly at the small boy.
'That just can't be good' Estel thought to himself. Then the leader one grabbed him and strung him up to a tree so that he was literally hanging by his wrists.
The young boy felt sick. His entire body was already screaming at him, and he did not know how much more he could endure. Suddenly he felt the most excruciating pain on his back. The creatures were rubbing salt and some kind of gritty sand into his ruined back.
After they had applied that concoction a few times they took up the bottle of nasty liquid and began to pour that into each and every one of the wounds on his back and legs and arms. Then they turned him over and repeated all of that to his torso and front. Estel was beyond screaming at this point. He was not sure how he was still conscious, but all he had the strength to do was whimper softly.
End flashback~*~*~
Now, here he was. They had left him hanging from the tree, but at least they were gone for now. Estel stretched his body out to stand on his tiptoes. That was the only way to relieve some of the pressure off of his wrists, but he could not really reach the ground properly so most of his weight was on his wrists. They both felt about to break by now.
'I just do not understand why they are doing this to me' Estel thought. 'What could I possibly have done? Who am I? Has my life always been this way? Surely not.' This train of thought continued for some time until Estel heard the creatures returning. 'Oh please, no. Not this soon. I can not live through this again. Please just let me die.' he thought wretchedly.
Then one of the creatures pulled out the whip again, he then rotated Estel so that his ruined back was exposed and began to beat the child again.
"The master will be here tomorrow little rat. Then you will know what pain and suffering truly is. But until then I think we can give you a few more little tastes. But we have been given permission to brand you." The leader stated proudly.
They turned Estel around and it was then he noticed the fire the creatures had built while he had faced the tree. He also saw the poker that had been placed in the fire. He still had no idea how he was conscious.
"You will get to feel this little beauty in a few minutes, and don't worry you should be conscious for most of it! That little drink we gave you it helps keep our toys from passing out before the fun starts." The leader hissed at him gleefully.
'So that's why I haven't passed out yet' Estel thought dully.
Just then one of the creatures pulled the poker out of the fire. It was glowing from the heat the flame had produced.
Estel watched it come closer to his skin as if he was in a trance. He knew that struggling would be useless, in fact, it would probably cause them to hurt him more. In that moment he just gave up, and surrendered himself to whatever fate they saw fit to give him.
The leader grabbed his arm and exposed his forearm to the red hot poker. It was almost like a dream when it came in contact with his skin. Estel still did not even have the strength to scream in agony. The only sign of his internal hell was soft whimpering.
Then, just as he was about to pass into blissful oblivion, for not even to potion could keep him conscious now, a very strange thing happened. He saw the creature in front of him fall with an arrow sticking out of his chest, and then heard several voices shouting in a language that he did not understand, even if it did sound vaguely familiar.
The last thing he saw before the darkness claimed him was a dark headed being. 'I am surely dying' he thought 'for no creature as fair as this could live in this world, and it is glowing too' were the last thoughts before oblivion at last claimed him.
TBC.........
Well, there it is, ch 7! Sorry it is so short, I'm kinda out of inspiration at the moment. Sorry it took so long to update, I will try and update quicker next time!! Well don't kill me, he was almost rescued in this chapter! Well please review! It helps keep the story going!!
Namaarie for now!