Chapter six
Kira scowled as she cleaned the kitchen. Chase was fed up with her speaking and sent her to do what women do best. Clean. " The nerve of him! Assuming since I'm female, I like to clean!" she cursed. Wuya laughed at her as she passed by the doorway with an apple in her hand. Kira cursed out loud. "Are you fed up?" asked a man, who came out of no where. He had dark tan skin, silver hair with black underneath, pointy ears with studs, silver eyes, and wore a different type of armor than Chase. "What's it to you?" she asked, putting down her broom. The man stepped forward. "I am Taru. I will take you from this place." He said, looking around. "Why?" she asked, in a tone signifying annoyance. Taru scowled. Kira nodded. "Well, as much as I'd like to leave, I don't want to!" he said, stomping her foot. Taru tilted his head. "You'd rather stay here than be free? You would rather stay here than your own bed?" he asked, in disbelief. "He's gonna find me anyway," Kira shrugged, ignoring him. Taru's eyes glowed red. "You will come!" he hissed, grabbing a random knife and thrusting it through her. Kira cried out in pain, as she fell to the floor. Chase's voice was heard. "Why are you yelling wench?" he asked, walking into the room. His eyes glowed green after the sight he saw.
"Taru… I thought I slaughtered you 300 years ago…" he hissed. Taru held the limp fragile body of Kira in his arms. "Hello little brother…" Taru said, looking at Kira with interest. Chase looked at Kira's unconscious body. "What is wrong with her?" he asked. Taru brushed a stray hair from her pale face. "Beautiful, isn't she? She would make a fine slave in my lands…" Taru spat, looking back at Chase. Chase clenched his fists. "You shall put her down now and leave this instant!" Chase boomed. Taru shook his head. "I shall leave… but I will be taking her. And you will not follow!" He stated. Before Chase could muster to say one more word, Taru and Kira disappeared in thin air. "My prisoner…" he muttered, stalking back to his throne.