A/N- Thank you for reading so far. It there is any spelling or grammar mistakes please tell me. Or if there is any incorrect information, then speak up about it. What is the name of the castle that the king and queen live in?

Daine.

Starring into his dark eyes, her thoughts that were wrapped up in his gift broke free. Her feelings, wash over her. Her head was full of thoughts, crashing into each other and tumbling into the darkness.

His hands caressed her arms; she had to stop herself from shuddering. Each small touch felt like a stab in the heart, a small betrayal to Numair. Daine hadn't thought about Numair for so long. It wasn't that she had forgotten him; it was more that it just hurt to much to think about him. Each day she felt that she was losing him bit by bit, she was beginning to forget the way he laughed, the way he smiled. She wondered how long it would be until she would forget how he looked too. Sad but true she longed to forget him, because it was one thing to be able to remember him, but another thing to remember what she has foolishly lost.

"Daine, my dear look at me!' Orzone's impatient voice brought her out of her thought trance.

"I said look at me, you whore." His breathe hot on her neck.

Turing away from his face, Daine stared at the wall, which had green mould growing down it. She stared at it as she listened to Ozorne whispering sweet horrors into her ears, and struggled to get out of his grasp.

" Don't you see Daine, there is no one to save you. No animals to come to your aid. Numair has moved on to another blond damsel, without a backwards glance. He doesn't care, he knows where you are, but he doesn't think you're worth the bother to coming here to rescue you. Your worthless to him, your damaged goods"

Ozorne then delicately moved her face to face his, a whispered venomously,

" You were just a bed warmer and you were naive enough to think he loved you."

Something inside of Daine broke. A small glittering tear broke out from, Daines expressionless face displaying the pain inside. It slowly trickled down her cheek and crashed onto the dirty floor. Broken.

The words seemed to rock her world. She knew that Numair had been with many ladies, and she knew that he and her had a large age gap between them. But these were problems that both of them had worked through. It shocked Daine to think that maybe she was lying to herself, wanting to believe that someone could love her, a common born bastard. Maybe it wasn't love, maybe it was a crush and Numair played along just to get into bed with her.

It occurred to her, that this might be something that Ozorne was just saying to make her doubt the feelings that, she and Numair had felt. But now the thought had been planted firmly into her mind, like a seed, it began to shape and take form. Daines mind drifted to all the rumours around the castle that she had dismissed at the time, as foolish gossip. But maybe there was some truth in the rumours, of Numair having romances with other women while he and her were together.

Suddenly the glass pyramid of Daines old life started to splinter and crack. It slowly started to fall to the ground; all the faith and the trust that she held for Numair disappeared.

Trapped in this nightmare world, Daine didn't feel as Ozorne started to fumble with the back of her dress. When the cool air hit her shoulders, he gasped, but at this point Daine was to far gone from the real world, she just didn't care.

The man that she had trusted, and loved with all her hearts, had betrayed her. With a broken heart, she followed her life and fell into the abyss.

Ozorne

Watching Daines face intently, he was many emotions flash across her face. He chuckled to himself. This was so easy! He thought. All Ozorne had to do was hint of the foolish love struck oaf seeing other people, and Daine doubted.

Ozorne careful caught Daine was she swayed to the ground, sobbing. He gently picked her up, and clutching her in his arms placed her onto the bed. Slowly, Ozorne moved himself to lay behind her, trying to sooth the broken girl, while kissing her neck.

Daine

Daine wasn't seeing the real world anymore. She was picturing all the moments before she had been sold into slavery. The days when Numair took her on picnics in the woods, where he lay down beside her, stroked her hair murmuring sweet words to her. But instead of seeing the love in his eyes, she only saw hunger and almost pity at Daines stupidity. She remembered the banquets where Numair twirled her around and asked her to marry him. Daine was caught in the past, replaying scene after scene over in her head, trying to see past the false smile of Numair to his inner thoughts and plans.

Numair

Across the ocean seas, Numair was battling for his life. The Hurroks were attacking the castle, hundreds of them. All that the defenders could do to keep their heads above water was to keep shooting them with their arrows or their gifts. But the gift doesn't last forever and there is only so much impact a few arrows can have on hundreds of mighty beasts.

"Fall back! Fall back!" yells a sweaty king, as he raised his voice to yell over the battle.

Everyone fled to the inner castles defending posts, and began shooting, as many Hurroks as they could, but even as they shot down one, there are ten more to take the dead ones place.

Jon

Jon knew the hopeless of the situation, the dominion jewel was at pirate swoop and not even Alanna could get it here. The only hope was to carry on the defence with arrows and gifts, and pray to the gods.

"Goddess! Hear our plea!" whispered a tired Jon. Even though the words were lost in the yelling and screaming of the battle.

Jon surveyed the scene. He saw, many arches at their posts shooting arrow after arrow at the immortals, their faces tired and drawn after hours of trying to defeat an enemy that seemed unconquerable.

Staring at his people the king didn't notice a Hurroks that an archer had missed, fly over defending stonewall, and come swooping towards the king.

Hearing the sound of ruffling wings to his left Jon slowly turned himself to defend himself against the attack. He was conjuring blue fire in his hand, posed to throw it, when the immortal swung to his right and with sharpened claws began to slash at the king's flesh.

Numair

Numair was too far away to help his friend, and was already engaged in a battle where there were limited archers. Numair saw something shining from his left, and glancing he saw to his shock Jon getting ripped up into bloody shreds by the immoral. Numair tried to stretch his magic, over to the injured king to try and save him. In the draining effort to conjure a lighting bolt, Numair's aura turned a shimmering black as much with tiredness as with anger. Numair wouldn't forgive himself if he let the king die when he could have done something. But just as he was going to release the energy on the attacking Hurrok, the Hurrok in question lifted the king up by his tattered garments and flew off away from the castle. Before Numair could barely singe the beast. He had failed.

Worry etched Numair's face as he tried to do something, anything to save his friend and ally. But his magic was slowly draining out of him, and the world swirled and went suddenly black.

Alanna

Alanna raced through the halls of pirates swoop, as she hurried to find George.

" George! George! Where the curses are you?" Alanna practically screeched as she ran past some bewildered servants.

Bursting into Georges study, Alanna found George calmly looking at some recent letters. Looking up sharply at his wife's hasty entrance

"Lass whatever the matters?" George asked puzzled.

"Immortals have attacked the castle and taken the king!" gasped a crying Alanna.

George's eyes went wide, opening his mouth repeatedly, but no sound came out. Stupidly he answered, "Are you sure? He might just have gone for a walk or something?"

Alanna was shocked, is he joking? She thought. The king, the man she had loved so long ago, was missing and possibly dead from what Numair had told her about the attack.

She slowly walked over to George and curled up on his lap. George was amused by this gesture and gently placed his arms around her, and held her as she cried. Slowly between the sobs, Alanna gradually told him what Numair had said.

Quietly hour's later, Alanna left George to write letters to his spies, to try and find Jon. They had tried to find him though their combined magic but with no luck.

Alanna walked to the stables where she saddled Darkmoon and set off in the setting sun towards the queen, and the attacked castle.