Chapter 9 is up! Thanx again for all the reviews, PLEASE keep them coming!
How can it take that long to get two cucumbers and some rice? Paris was very worried about Lenora. Carissa was so busy cooking that she didn't even realize that it was late afternoon, soon the sun would start to set. "Carissa, don't you think something is wrong? Lenora has been gone for a while now," said Paris worriedly.
"Maybe she is just taking the long way back, had to clear her head? It has been a trying day, happy none the less, but still," said Carissa smiling. Paris didn't believe a word of it, he knew she wouldn't take the long way back. His worst fear popped into his head. What if she was captured and thrown in prison?
"I have to go look for her, she could be in trouble," Paris stated sternly. Carissa nodded and frowned. She didn't want to think the worst, not today, not today. Paris ran out of the hut quickly and into the alley. He ran to the old abandoned building where she had dragged Paris the first day they met. He peeked in and called her, but there was no answer. "Lenora!" he called looking up and down the streets. "LENORA!" he called again, but still no answer. He was becoming extremely worried now as he ran to the market. He went to the cart that sold cucumbers. "Hi, have you seen a girl around my height, blue dress, dirty blonde hair, pretty, light blue eyes?" asked Paris quickly. The man shook his head.
"No, sorry, I don't remember having anyone who looks like that around here today," the man replied and shrugged. The young prince nodded and ran back down another alley.
"Lenora! Lenora! Lenora!" cried Paris as he ran down every street and turned every corner he saw. Out of energy, the prince stopped and started to breathe heavily. Where the heck could she be? He kept looking and looking until he ended up down the alley where he started. A few tears strolled down his cheek as he walked to Carissa's hut. He watched his feet as he walked slowly. Everyone leaves me, I'm all alone again. Paris wasn't going to give up, no never. He had to find her. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard a little boy scream. He looked up to see three boys dressed in brown robes running out of an old building.
"Did you see it?" one asked to the other as they ran past him. The other boys nodded and a look of fear in their eyes.
"Yeah, let's get out of here!" the youngest cried as all of them turned the corner. Paris stood there confused and wondered what had scared the boys' silly. He looked up at the old building. It was dead silent in the alley, you could hear a pin drop.
It was dark as night in there and it's appearance held an eerie feeling all together. What are you waiting for Paris? Go! It's going to be night soon, do it while the sun still shines! He nodded at his own thoughts and carefully entered in the old doorway, which coincidentally didn't even have a door! Paris surveyed the room. It was so dusty and unlit, he could barely see his hand in front of his face. Gazing up at the ceiling, he saw something scurry across. Wonderful, more rats! Paris glanced at some light shining through. Not much light, but a tiny bit through a hole in the other room. He felt for furniture or any other objects he could run into along the way.
When he made it, he stepped in. There were many holes in the wall, like someone had kicked the shit out of it or at just decided to play ball with a rock. He gasped when he saw a figure lying on the cold floor, the sunray shining dimly over it. "Lenora!" he cried and ran over to her. He almost broke down and cried when he saw her. Her dress was scrunched around her waist and there was blood everywhere. In the little light there was on them, he could see bruises on almost every part of her body. He leaned over her and listened for breathing as he prayed to the Gods that she would still be alive. She was, but barely. He picked her up in his arms, she coughed slightly and moaned in pain at the sudden movement on her broken and bruised limbs. I'm going to find the bastard that raped and hurt her! I swear to Zeus himself! "Hang on love, I'm getting you out of here!" The young prince picker Lenora up and took her out of the building gently as to not cause anymore pain as he carried her to the hut.
TO BE CONTINUED…..
Okay, I KNOW that was short, but I didn't want to continue on the chapter, I want to start fresh on what happens next. But, PLEASE review and give a few suggestions of some things you would like to see happen! I read every single one of my reviews and I have actually taken a few suggestions before.
Thanks to someone who send me a review asking not to end it with Paris's suicide and that was actually where I was heading to it, if it wasn't for that one person who pressed the review button, there might of never been a chapter 7, 8 or even 9! LoL! I know that sounds corny, but make a difference:) LoL! SO PLEASE REVIEW! (smiles sweetly)!