Ok, now she's around eight months pregnant, so her and Durza have been chained for two months. Seriously, i'm sorry about the delays, but i just cant start the open sentence, so Jypsi always ends up helping with the first part, then i kinda get interested later on and thats when i write more. This process takes me a good few weeks, as you may have noticed, but it will take longer now since i'm trying to let Jypsi write her OWN stories, and not mine! GAAAH i did it AGAIN!!! I forgot to add that Gaedric was dead in the corner of the room, lol. Something waaay too important to forget, right? Sigh. Oh well, now you know. Sorry this note is looooong, but in this story, Elves are born with the knowledge of where their home, Ellesmera, is. Ok?

Arya and Durza ran. Well, Durza did the running and held Arya in his arms, Arya who was heavy with child. She couldn't recognise where they were, but even at midnight, the broiling heat blasted at them from the East, and she could only guess they were entering the Hadarac. Shaken out of her reverie by Durza's cries of pain, she placed a cold, pale hand against his cheek. "Take me away, my love..."

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"Arya...Arya? ARYA!"

She awoke with a dramatic jolt, gasping for breath. Durza's concerned face loomed over her. "We're being moved somewhere, and they want to take us now. Do you need help getting up?" She shook her head. She was currently refusing to speak to him, even now, in the circumstances. The Empire knew whos baby it was. Gaedric had been killed. Arya was under stress, which naturally made women give birth earlier. Durza seemed to think she loved him. She loved him. W-what? Where did that come from? You don't love him! But she could no longer keep lying; it was true. She was in love with the Shade who had made her life an irreversable hell.

Inwardly, she kicked herself, outwardly she groaned and tried to stand up. The weight of her abdomen pulled her down, and for a few seconds she felt like she was suspended, before she tipped back. Strong yet fragile hands caught her under her arms, and she blushed. "Thank you." They were quite happy for a change of scenery, and almost smiled at the guard that came in to unchain them. Almost.

"You two will walk behind me every step of the way, any sudden movement will result in your death. Keep in your head that the only thing keeping you-" here he looked at Arya "-alive is the child, half elf, which the king needs. He's heard elves are born with a...good sense of direction." He sneered at them, to show he knew what he spoke of. Arya's heart stopped. So now i can't even keep my own child. Durza, who stood next to her, stiffened, and his eyes darted madly around as they were let out, as though forming another plan. Three guards strode in front of them, one on either side, and another three behind. Durza bent down slightly and whispered in Arya's ear, "Three counts after i cough, bend over and act like the baby is coming, they'll crowd around and i can escape and come back for you tonight." She tilted her head slightly to show she had heard him. I don't like the thought of being here all by myself...but what other choice do i have? At least it wont be for long. Durza's cough alerted her to her surroundings. One...two... Arya cried out and fell to her knees, clutching her stomach. Her breath quickened and the soldiers crowded around her.

"What do we do? It's not due for at least another month!"

"You two, go alert the king!"

"Does she have to scream so loud? It's hurting my ears."

As they quarelled, Durza shuffled backwards without their notice. The guards had taken Durza and Arya's chains of so they could walk faster, and Durza had never had an easier escape. He stumbled a few times- side effects of the drugs, he told himself- but could otherwise get out quite efficiently. He didn't need to remember where the nearest exit was, it was right at the end of the corridor. He pushed himself faster- they would have noticed his absence by now- and disappeared out the door. The doorkeepers obviously hadn't been notified that his status had been changed to prisoner, and let him out freely.

Durza sprinted as fast as his worn, drugged legs could carry him, but didn't seem to be covering any ground. He stumbled over a discarded cart wheel and fell. He could hear soldiers cries from the castle, and fumbled to get up before they found him, or at least his tracks. As he stood up, a soldier lept out from behind a building. The last thing he saw was a sword raised above his head, before his vision flashed and the world went dark.

You'll find out of he's dead or not next time! Lol! Writing this, i was listening to "My Humps" by BEP and "Naked" By Avril Lavigne. Not good choices, i'm thinking!