Take Me On My Past Adventure
A/N: To all those who have waited patiently for this chapter I'm sorry it took so long but my computer is being a pain. It had an error and lost the original chapter which was almost done. But here is a similar chapter and thanxs for waiting. Also, thanxs to all those readers out there who don't review but still enjoy reading my words. Without all you readers I wouldn't have been motivated to make it this far! Thanxs!
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Beware: really really long chapter!
Chapter 10 My 3 to Your 4
A man sat alone in the dark room with few lit candles scattered about but the darkness was greater than the light keeping the glow of the candles contained. The man wait a top his throne softly stroking a large black beast next to him. It was his totally black dragon except its blood red eyes.
The man was deep in though as he waited for his servant to come back with the messenger who had just arrived. A single knock told him that the two were outside his camber. "Enter," the man said as the echo died down from the knock.
The door open and in came two ragged looking men. One man was tall with long muscular legs, he was the messenger, and the shorter man with not a muscle on his body, a mere servant of his castle.
"Sir, the messenger brings news from one of your followers." The servant said, bowing deeply to the man in the throne. The large beast next to the King growled fiercely at the servant.
The messenger stepped forward with a scroll of heavy parchment. The man upon the throne accepted it with a nod to the tall messenger. He open the scroll and read the note, his anger rising. "Is it true? Another Rider for the traitors?"
"Yes, Your Highness." The servant said in fear.
The man pulled a quill off the small table next to his throne and wrote something on the parchment before rolling it back up and handing it to the messenger. "Take this directly back, messenger. Servant, fetch me my daughter."
"Sir, she is not here."
"Where is she?" The man asked his anger rising by the second.
"No one knows, Sir." The servant said with fear as the messenger quickly left. (A/N: Smart messenger got out before it was to late!)
"Leave and find her. . . .Now!" The man yelled in rage. And with that the servant left in a hurry, clumsily, closing the door behind him. "The Damn Fools!" The man yelled to the almost empty chamber.
Do you wish me to fetch, Rakshasa, Master?
No! She will return soon!
The wind wiped around the two in the deep blue sky hidden by the dark, storm clouds. A smile was on her face as she felt the hands of the wind glide through her raven hair. She pulled the ribbon from its place holding her hair and let it freely fly in the wind.
Below she could see the landscape blurring by. Nothing could be told apart from anything else. The trees and bushes looked like the grass and the grass look like the trees and bushes. But the blurring is what made it so amazing to look at. It look like a piece of art, so beautiful but so cliché in idea.
Soon Faraj began the spiral down to a small groove of trees. He landed and folded his wings. Rakshasa slide off his back onto the hard, parched ground.
Stay here and out of sight.
Yes Rakshasa, but please do not be long. Something does not feel right.
I will be careful and back before the sun sets.
Promise?
I promise. Rakshasa said as she pulled her pack on her back and turned away from the dragon, towards the road.
She walked out of the small groove of trees and the short distance to the road. The city was far in the distance at the end of the road full of travelers and farmers. Most of the people were on horses or rode in wagons, while few walked. A few gave her strange looks as she walked along the road. She would only smile mischievously and look away.
It didn't take long to reach the enormous gates walking next to the road. Ten soldiers stood on either side of the open gates, scanning the crowd. One smiled slyly at Rakshasa as she passed but she looked the other way, ignoring him.
Inside the gates was dirty buildings along a winding road. Every where you turned there were deformed beggars asking for money or food.
One crawled forward and with mangled hands grasped the bottom of Rakshasa's red skirt. Her glare was venom but the beggar could not have known for he was blind in his left eye, the side Rakshasa stood on, glaring.
"Please, Miss, spare a man some money for food!" The beggar said still holding tight to the Rakshasa's skirt as she tugged to get away from him.
"Let go of my skirt! Now!" Rakshasa yelled at the beggar. She gave a final tug ripping the skirt from his grasps. The skirt was now dirty from the man's filthy hands.
Rakshasa walked quickly away from the beggars at the entrance. She walked along the road to the richer part of town. The walk only took a few minutes to get out of the area full of beggars. She hated to be around such disturbing people as those begging men.
She wandered along the streets looking for something to do or buy. Then she came across a crowd of people. Out of curiosity she pushed to the front of the crowd to see two young men with swords drawn and in the middle of a duel. The first young man had dark brown hair with dark blue like a moon less summer night eyes and dark tan skin. He wore ragged clothing and had the upper hand in the duel. The second young man, who seem to be losing, badly, had a light cream colored skin, blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. He was well dressed and probably from a rich family.
In a swift moment the first young man gained the dominance and pinned the second man. The first man then put his sword in its sheath and shock hands with the other saying, "Now, where's the twenty crowns you bet?" The second man gave up the money and vacated the area out of humiliation.
"Now, who will be next victim, I mean, to test their skills?" The young man asked the crowd smiling slyly.
Many people in the crowd seemed to like to watch the humiliation than be part of it. People pushed each other forward and argued among themselves to send someone forward but no one would go.
"No one wants to try?" The young man asked pretending to be disappointed.
"I will!" Rakshasa said stepping forward out of the crowd.
"Um. . . .Listen, I wouldn't want to hurt you. This gets pretty rough." The young man said looking at her.
"Of course." Rakshasa said taking off her pack off and setting it on the ground. She pulled the ribbon off of where she tied it to her pack and tied her hair up and out of her way.
"If you're so sure how about a bet to make things more interesting. How much do you want to bet?" The young man said smiling slyly, again.
"How about 30 crowns?" Rakshasa asked smiling confidently.
"That seems like a lot for you to lose."
"No, that seem like a lot for you to loose to a girl." Rakshasa said.
"Fine, 30 crowns to the winner." The young man said putting out his hand so they could shack hands on the bet. She grasped his hand and gave it a firm shack before quickly letting go.
A man stepped forward and gave the instructions. "Now to win you must pin the other by getting your sword under the others neck without cutting their head off. Draw your swords and. . . ." The two pulled their swords from their sheaths and stood ready. "Begin!"
Rakshasa waited for the young man to make the first move and when he did she was there easily with the block. Minutes went by just the same, he attacked and she blocked but she hoped he would tire before she did, so she could really have a big win. Soon she became bored of the little game and after a good block, she moved before he could react and had her sword under his chin.
The crowd was in awe at the display. They thought that she would only block but no she had won. There goes all the money they had beat against her. A girl had beaten the best swordsmen in Dras-Leona.
"It looks as though I win and you owe me 30 crowns." Rakshasa said as she removed her sword from under the young man's neck and put it in its sheath.
"You beat me!" The young man said, still standing in the same position as when the sword had been to his throat. He was in shock, no one had ever beaten him especially a girl.
"Yeah, I beat you and you owe me money." Rakshasa said picking up her pack from where she had set it safely out of the way and putting on her back.
"You beat me!" was all the young man could say, still in the same position as when the sword was placed under his chin.
"You're pathetic! Yes I won and you owe me money!"
"Fine!" The young man said recovering from the shock and standing up straight. He put his sword in its sheath and picked up his pack that sat near by. He pulled a small, white silk bag full of gold coins, most likely won from duels, from inside his pack.
"30 crowns." Rakshasa said holding out her hand for the money.
"Right, here, take it." The young man said handing the girl the 30 crowns he owed her.
By this time the crowd had recovered from its shock and began to shout rude things to Rakshasa. Many yelled that the man shouldn't pay her because she cheated while others screamed that she was a women and not to be pay because of it.
"At least I stepped up while all of you were to coward to even try!" Rakshasa said to the angry crowd made mostly of men and boys.
"Yeah so unless you want to get humiliated by getten beaten by a guy who lost to a girl, leave." The young man said to the crowd. The men and boys left going there separate ways away from humiliation.
"Now I don't think I know your name." The young man said as the last person disappeared from view.
"I'm Rakshasa and you?"
"I'm August, nice to meet you!"
"Same."
"So you from around here?" August asked.
"No but I've been here a couple times. What about you?" Rakshasa said with a flirtation smile.
"Well how about we take you to a pub where we can talk and you can buy drinks while you ask all the questions you want." August said falling for the girl's flirtation smile.
"Sounds good." Rakshasa said still smiling.
The two took a short walk to a nice pub. August sat at the most secluded table while Rakshasa order the drinks. Once she had the drinks she sat down and the two began their conversation back up.
"I have a question." August said about two hours later. They had drinken quite a few beers and talked about almost everything.
"Okay!" Rakshasa said.
"Do you agree with the King that the Varden is trouble?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Well, I never thought I would meet any one who agreed. Between me and you I wish I could help especially after what they did to my dad." August said looking down at the table.
"Excuse my rudeness, but what happen?" Rakshasa asked sweetly.
"Well my dad met one of those traitors and the two got into an argument. The man pulled his sword on my dad when they didn't agree. Cut his head off and then left before he could even pay for is beer. Someone later told my mom he was part of the Varden.
"That's horrible!"
"I wish he could be around to help me with something that's going on." August said looking back down at the table, staring at a knot in the wood.
"What's going on that you need your dad's help, August?" Rakshasa said pulling his attention away from the table.
"Promise you can keep this from every one." August said worriedly.
"I promise!" Rakshasa answered, smiling at the nervous young man.
"Well, I'm a. . . .Rider." The last part was no more than a whisper but it was clear to Rakshasa.
"Can I meet your Dragon?" Rakshasa said in a whisper her voice full excitement.
"Why not?" August said as he got up, grabbing Rakshasa wrist and the two packs with his hands. He lead her back out of the pub into the dingy city. He pulled her back to the gates, out onto the road, and towards the lake near the city. After walking a mile near the lake they stopped by a small out crop of thick trees.
"Wait, before I meet you dragon, I have some questions." Rakshasa said stopping August.
"Like what, Rakshasa?"
"Would you join the King?" Rakshasa asked looking into August dark blue eyes, hopefully.
"I don't know. . . .I mean that's a big responsibility." August said looking away from the girl and out over the lake's clear blue water.
"It's your responsibility to help the King and you could get your revenge-" That was all the girl had to say to get the young man to agree a gleam of hate in his dark eyes.
"I'll do it with your help, right?" August said the hate gleaming in his eyes.
"Of course." Rakshasa said seductively.
"But first meet Hírador." August said leading Rakshasa into the mess of trees.
When August stopped a short way in Rakshasa walked right into him but he didn't notice. He face had lost all expressions. His eyes lost the hate and became clouded. He was still like a beast waiting to catch its prey. After a few moments he turned suddenly to face Rakshasa, his expression was mixed between confusion and anger. "You smell of dragon." He said with a venomous voice.
"What?" Rakshasa said. How could he know that? She though to herself.
"You have a dragon, don't you? You can't lie to me I know you have one. You would only smell like a dragon if you had one!" August said his voice venomous.
"Yes, I have a dragon!" Rakshasa said seeing no other way around this but her quick thinking was going to fix this situation. "Which means I could help you!"
"But you tricked me."
"No I never said I didn't have one and I should have earlier but I was so excited to meet your dragon, I didn't and I was stupid in that way."
"Are you with the traitors?" August asked his eyes closing the hate returning.
"No, I could never be part of that group for they took my mother from me."
"What?" August said his expression softening.
"They took my mother away to their hide out as a prisoner. She probably was killed a long time ago." Rakshasa said feeding this twisted lie to the foolish young man. Her mother was never taken prisoner by the Varden. Her mother had been a prisoner by her father and part of the traitors. A year after Rakshasa was born she was killed by Rakshasa's father. A cruel fate but one she deserved for trying to betray him by try to escape back to the traitors.
"Really?" August said disbelieving.
"Yes!" Said Rakshasa. Her lie had got to him just as she knew it would.
A sound from behind brought both of them to stare at a large mound of dark brown dirt. But when it moved Rakshasa relived this must be August's dragon. It stood up so that Rakshasa could see a row of black spikes. Rakshasa took a step toward the dragon and was meet by a pair of honey brown eyes a foot from hers.
"He's amazing!" Rakshasa said to August as the dragon moved away from her face.
"I bet your dragon is just the same!" August said folding his arms across his chest.
"Faraj." Rakshasa said, looking at August, knowingly.
"What?" August asked stupidly.
"Faraj is my dragon's name." Rakshasa answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Can I meet her?" August asked with a bit of excitement.
"Him! And why not you are coming with me to begin your service to the King."
"I didn't say I was going now."
"You said you would join the King!" Rakshasa said in anger.
"But. . . ."
"That means now!" Rakshasa told August her temper rising.
"But. . . ."
"No buts about it." Rakshasa said trying to calm herself. "We leave at sun down."
"Let me go home and get my things." August said seeing no way out.
"Fine but hurry for sun down is in an hour." Rakshasa said looking through the tree tops at the sun.
"Then I can meet your dragon?" August asked as he headed towards the area where the entered the mess of trees.
"Of course!" Rakshasa said to August retreating form.
Perfect! Now father will be proud of me for sure. Who would have thought that I would meet a Rider who sides with the King! Rakshasa thought to herself as she removed her boots and placed her feet into the cool water of the lake, then she sat on the shore.
The sun slipped lower and lower in the sky until it was just above the horizon. Rakshasa had put her boots back on and was waiting for August to come back. He was taking a long time but she knew he would come back for his dragon was in danger of her sword.
She heard his foot steps and looked up to see August making his way along the beach. "Ready?" Rakshasa asked as he stopped before her.
"Yep!" He answered.
"We need to leave as soon as the sun sets!" Rakshasa said standing up.
"What about meeting your dragon, Faraj."
"Faraj!" Rakshasa said fiercely.
"Sorry!"
"You can meet him when we leave and meet up with him." Rakshasa told August like it was obvious.
"When do we leave to meet up with him." August asked.
"After sun down, and listen because I already told you that." Rakshasa snapped.
"Sir your daughter has come back with someone she wants you to meet." A servant told a man seated on a throne.
"Send them in!" The said to his servant. The servant left and returned a moment later with the King's daughter and a young man about seventeen years old with dark brown hair, tan skin, a muscular build, and dark moon less night blue. The young man seemed nervous and stood just behind his daughter looking around, wide eyed.
"You've been gone for a long time!" The King said as the servant left as he knew he was suppose to.
"Sorry, Father!" Rakshasa answered. The young man's head snapped around suddenly to stare at her disbelievingly. She had left out that detail that her father was the King of Alagaësia. "But, Father, I brought you another Rider!"
"What! Where!"
"Father, meet August!" Rakshasa said pushing the young man forward.
"Pleasure to meet you, Your Highness!" August said bowing to the King.
"And your a Rider!" The King said as he looked the young man over.
"Yes, sir!" August answer.
"Damn, that's just my three to their four, the traitors." The Kings said under his breath.
A/N: End of the chapter thanx God! After writing that I'm ready to move onto to another about something different area of the story. Sorry the last part is rushed. Please review with any complaints you might have, I think this once I just bear it, after how long you guys waited. Next chapter up soon, hopefully. Mivea!
