Another chapter, and yes it is short but the next chapter will be longer (
so anyways I hope you like it and pleeeeease R&R whether you like it or
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CHAPTER 6
*INVASION*
Marguerite was to be kept safe away from the intruders as the invasion began. She was in her room where she had been told to stay. They would want to kill her; she was the only chance the whole village had. As she paced the room with impatience, she could clearly hear the screams of the people from outside her window. She had no idea how bad this invasion was going to be. She had been too taken with her own losses to care about it until now. She heard children calling for their parents as dusk began to fall; she heard the people's shrill cries to their loved ones. She was glad she had come, that she was able to help. But she was scared. Her windows had been boarded up. During the day, the light had crept through the cracks in the wooden planks, her only contact with the outside world. As sunset reared, she was slowly losing her calm.
She lay down on the bed, the candle lamp glowing at her side. She listened to the sounds. Suddenly a clashing of knives could be heard. The village sounds stopped abruptly and a man's voice could be heard.
"There's no use fighting us. You may have won this battle one too many times. But this time is different."
Marguerite could hear nothing for a moment, but then a sharp slap. A woman screamed. "Get the hell off me," she jeered.
Marguerite sat up. She knew that voice all too well. 'It can't be,' she thought to herself, sitting back on her hands. She continued to listen.
"This woman is what your lives revolve around," he hissed, contemptuously. "This is your Protector."
Marguerite stood up abruptly, peering out of the cracks at the twilight. She could just make out a crowd of people and sure enough there was Veronica, her hair in the hands of a large man. Marguerite desperately scanned the scene looking for answers. She couldn't let this happen. For her to be involved was one thing but for Veronica to have become involved was entirely different. She hadn't even known that Veronica was the Protector. She looked at the scene frantically, before something caught her eye, or rather someone. Roxton stood directly behind Veronica, almost out of view. For a moment Marguerite wondered whether she was in fact seeing things through this mirage of a window. She looked away and glanced again. She saw him clearly now. Without a moment's decision, Marguerite ran for the door and down the wooden landing, forgetting everything she had been told about staying out of reach.
When she reached the stairs, she could her talking downstairs. The house was set slightly further back from the town, but was in a row of houses so that it couldn't be recognised as the Priest and Priestesses' home. Her parents were discussing something with the leader of the village's well- trained soldiers.
"Marguerite?" they questioned as she approached. "Is everything alright?"
Marguerite walked slowly down to them. "I know they have Veronica," she replied. "So don't lie to me."
Her parents looked at each other. "No harm will come to her, Marguerite. They're just using her as a decoy. They want us to trade her for our lives." She looked at Marguerite. She could see that this wasn't helping. "We're discussing what to do about it right now. This is the leader of our army," she said, pointing toward the tall man standing by the door. "You don't happen to have any ideas do you?"
Marguerite smiled. She hadn't lived with the others for nothing these past three years. With Veronica's tracking, Challenger's science and Roxton's well thought-out hunts, Marguerite had a pretty good idea about planning.
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Roxton felt his back hit against the stone cold wall of the village prison. He fell to the ground and stared at his feet. Veronica had been taken away, to be kept somewhere secure where no one would find her. It was late. The day had seemed to drag on forever. A guard patrolled him as he sat in his dreary cage. Nothing had worked to get them away. 'Sure have raised a good force this time round,' he thought to himself. Slowly his eyes started to shut, but suddenly he saw a movement from the corner of his eye. He looked over at the dark corner of the cell. There, he could just about make out a dark shape.
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Well that's all you're getting for now, but remember to R&R even if it's just to say you hate it ;-) corrections and helpful hints are always good too!! So press the review button now! ( xx
CHAPTER 6
*INVASION*
Marguerite was to be kept safe away from the intruders as the invasion began. She was in her room where she had been told to stay. They would want to kill her; she was the only chance the whole village had. As she paced the room with impatience, she could clearly hear the screams of the people from outside her window. She had no idea how bad this invasion was going to be. She had been too taken with her own losses to care about it until now. She heard children calling for their parents as dusk began to fall; she heard the people's shrill cries to their loved ones. She was glad she had come, that she was able to help. But she was scared. Her windows had been boarded up. During the day, the light had crept through the cracks in the wooden planks, her only contact with the outside world. As sunset reared, she was slowly losing her calm.
She lay down on the bed, the candle lamp glowing at her side. She listened to the sounds. Suddenly a clashing of knives could be heard. The village sounds stopped abruptly and a man's voice could be heard.
"There's no use fighting us. You may have won this battle one too many times. But this time is different."
Marguerite could hear nothing for a moment, but then a sharp slap. A woman screamed. "Get the hell off me," she jeered.
Marguerite sat up. She knew that voice all too well. 'It can't be,' she thought to herself, sitting back on her hands. She continued to listen.
"This woman is what your lives revolve around," he hissed, contemptuously. "This is your Protector."
Marguerite stood up abruptly, peering out of the cracks at the twilight. She could just make out a crowd of people and sure enough there was Veronica, her hair in the hands of a large man. Marguerite desperately scanned the scene looking for answers. She couldn't let this happen. For her to be involved was one thing but for Veronica to have become involved was entirely different. She hadn't even known that Veronica was the Protector. She looked at the scene frantically, before something caught her eye, or rather someone. Roxton stood directly behind Veronica, almost out of view. For a moment Marguerite wondered whether she was in fact seeing things through this mirage of a window. She looked away and glanced again. She saw him clearly now. Without a moment's decision, Marguerite ran for the door and down the wooden landing, forgetting everything she had been told about staying out of reach.
When she reached the stairs, she could her talking downstairs. The house was set slightly further back from the town, but was in a row of houses so that it couldn't be recognised as the Priest and Priestesses' home. Her parents were discussing something with the leader of the village's well- trained soldiers.
"Marguerite?" they questioned as she approached. "Is everything alright?"
Marguerite walked slowly down to them. "I know they have Veronica," she replied. "So don't lie to me."
Her parents looked at each other. "No harm will come to her, Marguerite. They're just using her as a decoy. They want us to trade her for our lives." She looked at Marguerite. She could see that this wasn't helping. "We're discussing what to do about it right now. This is the leader of our army," she said, pointing toward the tall man standing by the door. "You don't happen to have any ideas do you?"
Marguerite smiled. She hadn't lived with the others for nothing these past three years. With Veronica's tracking, Challenger's science and Roxton's well thought-out hunts, Marguerite had a pretty good idea about planning.
~
Roxton felt his back hit against the stone cold wall of the village prison. He fell to the ground and stared at his feet. Veronica had been taken away, to be kept somewhere secure where no one would find her. It was late. The day had seemed to drag on forever. A guard patrolled him as he sat in his dreary cage. Nothing had worked to get them away. 'Sure have raised a good force this time round,' he thought to himself. Slowly his eyes started to shut, but suddenly he saw a movement from the corner of his eye. He looked over at the dark corner of the cell. There, he could just about make out a dark shape.
~
Well that's all you're getting for now, but remember to R&R even if it's just to say you hate it ;-) corrections and helpful hints are always good too!! So press the review button now! ( xx