Once again, I apologize for not updating so long. I have been very busy and I planned to submit this chapter earlier, but unfortunately I became too sick to even look at the computer. But it's better late than never, right? Here is the third chapter, and I hope you like it. Also, please comment! Thanks!
-Chapter Three: Daret-
The duo was almost successful in their attempt at walking across the river. Unfortunately, they were halted by a large gate and four gate guards as they reached the near end of it. In their presence, the girl managed to hide her doll (which I will refer to as 'Voo' since that is its name) in a cloth. It was a shame the blood stains were so visible, though.
One of the guards surveyed her with suspicion.
"Name?" asked the guard.
The girl stared at them with one visible eye, and then answered, "Eve is my name, sir."
The guard observed Eve's possessions. The bloody cloth she held attracted his interest.
"May I borrow that sack you are holding, please?" asked the guard again.
She accepted and handed the guard the cloth.
The guard gave her a cautious look, and slowly unfolded the cloth, which revealed a stitched up doll. He grew more suspicious and beckoned to three other guards. They conversed together in silent whispers.
Eve stood behind them and eavesdropped.
Suddenly, the guards gave out a deafening scream. One of them fell to the ground faceless as the rest fled in fear.
Voo embraced its mistress when several additional guards ran to the gates.
"Halt, intruder!" One guard exclaimed.
Hurriedly, Eve ran while carrying Voo in her arms.
She could not take a turn south because a great wall was blocking her, and she decided not to run north either. Instead, she ran west. Soon her legs started to fail her. She became weary, and eventually she fell fainted on the ground.
Eve felt cold stone beneath her. She was asleep and she wanted to wake up, but she couldn't… the feeling of rejuvenation was too irresistible.
But soon, something interrupted her peaceful slumber. She moaned, limply got up, and looked around the small room she was in. The walls were made completely of bricks, the windows were not glass but were replaced with iron bars, and there was a filthy bed just behind her.
It could be worse, she thought to herself
Then her slumber's interruption occurred again. She looked out of her cell, past the iron bars that gated the room, and saw a man banging pots and pans.
"Wake up scoundrels, your meals are being served!" he proclaimed.
A peasant boy threw a tray of stale bread and a pitcher of spoiled milk into Eve's cell.
Eve stared at the unappetizing meal and became discontent.
"I'm not eating this," she asserted.
The hall that was once filled with mumbles and complaints became silent.
The pots and pans man stared at the young necromancer blankly. He then approached her cell and grasped at the iron bars. He stared at her with bloodshot eyes and retorted, "You will eat your meal whether you like it or not, lady."
Eve shrugged and chuckled.
"What are you laughing about?" asked the man.
She looked away from his face, grinned, and remained silent.
"I will inform Chief of this then." The pots and pans man glared at her and scattered off.
The peasant boy gave Eve a small smile and crawled away.
Eve rolled her eyes and held onto the iron bars. She looked into the other cells, and observed scrawny men effortlessly peeling into the rock-hard bread. It was sad, but amusing to her.