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Many thanks of Kaydan for betaing this!!
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Lady Marisa ran to her brother and knelt beside him. "Are you alive? Will you live?"
"I am fine, my sister. Do not fear for me- tend to Haran. All I have is a simple scratch; I will survive until the trainees reach me." Johan smiled up at his twin. "Go," He said. She went.
Johan glanced at his 'simple scratch'. It was a gory mess that stained the lower parts of his hose red. He knew that he had already lost too much blood to survive but a few minutes longer. He also knew that Haran was in much worse shape than he was.
He had seen Haran go down with a gaping hole in his upper body. He sighed.
Marisa's face peered into his. "Haran is dead, Johan." Her voice was dull and listless.
"I know you loved him, Risa. I am sorry."
Marisa began to speak to him, but he did not hear most of it. He was drifting in and out of consciousness, and not fully aware of what was going on around him.
"Johan! I've got a Healer!" Marisa was leading a harried looking man in a green Healer's robe.
Johan blinked and saw the face of the Healer bending over him. "You won't live but a few more minutes, milord."
"I know," Johan whispered. "Love you, Risa."
"Johan? What's wrong? You said you'd be alright." Marisa's face swam into focus.
"I won't live much longer…too much blood lost. Love you always." He closed his eyes, waiting to die. He could hear Risa crying over him. He heard the Healer leave him.
"Oh Risa, I'm so sorry." That was Princess, which one was it? Oh yes, Selena. "Come, let's make him more comfortable." He felt a pair of hands supporting his head. He just wanted to fade into the blackness, to die.
Then warmth seeped through him, warming him to the very ends of his extremities. The blackness receded from his mind as the hands continued to comfort him. He could hear Risa sobbing close to him, and reached out to comfort her.
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Mirian was flung over Thayer's shoulder in a most undignified manner. She saw Shari crumple to the ground and she screamed. She saw all the blood-splattered people walking around in a daze, and wondered that she was not one of them.
She was amazed at the sight of the havoc wreaked by her captors. She cried out when she saw her father's motionless form lying on the ground. The tears fell like rain from her eyes.
"Papa!" she cried over and over again, until Thayer yelled at her to stop. She was carried out into the night watching the people she loved slowly turning their backs on her, not even making the motions of attempting to rescue her. All except Michel.
Michel's eyes were connected with hers until she was out of sight. Her tears were falling in earnest, and she felt as alone as she had ever felt in her life.
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Thayer picked up his Princess and slung her across the horse's withers. She gasped, but that was it. He thought that she amazingly well controlled for a Princess, for he had grown up on tales of heroes saving princesses, who screamed until they had been rescued. His Princess seemed to be different.
She was dark and exotic compared the tale-Princesses, who were blonde-blue-eyed beauties. She was silently bearing her physical and emotional pain while the fairy tale Princesses would have been screaming for someone to rescue them.
Thayer swung onto his horse and picked the Princess up in his arms, carrying her in front of him. She held herself stiffly away from him.
"Suit yourself," Thayer said as he kicked the horse into a bouncy trot. He figured that a cultured Princess would fall off the horse, as she would have been trained for such dainty things as embroidery.
His Princess did no such thing.
She situated herself so that the horse's rhythm matched her own and proved to Thayer that she was not a fairy-tale Princess.
"I will," she responded coldly. She sniffed resolutely and continued to stay as far away from his body as she could.
The stallion followed Lohengrin's mare and Garrod's prancing stallion into a ground-eating canter. They rode in silence, turning onto obscure paths that only the Three knew.
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-A/N- Ick...bad computer, bad! Stupid thing wasn't working all that well earlier, so I couldn't post as soon as I wanted to. I know this chapter is kind of short...but it will be made up for in time...:oD
As i said earlier...many thanks to Kayden Eidyak for betaing this!! Really appreciate it.
I've been thinking of some alternate titles...tell me which one you like best, make up your own, or just review any way.
1. Shattered Decorum.
2. Ceremonial Swords
3. A King's Promise
4. Broken Promise (supplied by the wonderful maplerose)
5. Other...you supply...
So, take your pick and tell me either in a review or send e-mail to me at: shardsofsong@aol.com
I would aslo like to thank my reviewers...:o)
::Maplerose: Yes, he was quite selfish wasn't he? I would fight for someone i loved, i know that. Wouldn't you? So we're all a little selfish when it comes to things like that...the men were actually happy (in a sense) to die for their king, they loved him. THANK YOU so much for your title...i like that one. It did end up inspiring some of mine. no one else gave me a title...::glares::
::Ko-Shani: next chapter...and more questions no doubt, which is *not* a bad thing.
::Kates: So you like the Kalid-Na'in too? Hehheh...:oD
Anyway...remember to tell a title you like, review and keep putting up with me and my computer...!!
EvenSong
Many thanks of Kaydan for betaing this!!
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Lady Marisa ran to her brother and knelt beside him. "Are you alive? Will you live?"
"I am fine, my sister. Do not fear for me- tend to Haran. All I have is a simple scratch; I will survive until the trainees reach me." Johan smiled up at his twin. "Go," He said. She went.
Johan glanced at his 'simple scratch'. It was a gory mess that stained the lower parts of his hose red. He knew that he had already lost too much blood to survive but a few minutes longer. He also knew that Haran was in much worse shape than he was.
He had seen Haran go down with a gaping hole in his upper body. He sighed.
Marisa's face peered into his. "Haran is dead, Johan." Her voice was dull and listless.
"I know you loved him, Risa. I am sorry."
Marisa began to speak to him, but he did not hear most of it. He was drifting in and out of consciousness, and not fully aware of what was going on around him.
"Johan! I've got a Healer!" Marisa was leading a harried looking man in a green Healer's robe.
Johan blinked and saw the face of the Healer bending over him. "You won't live but a few more minutes, milord."
"I know," Johan whispered. "Love you, Risa."
"Johan? What's wrong? You said you'd be alright." Marisa's face swam into focus.
"I won't live much longer…too much blood lost. Love you always." He closed his eyes, waiting to die. He could hear Risa crying over him. He heard the Healer leave him.
"Oh Risa, I'm so sorry." That was Princess, which one was it? Oh yes, Selena. "Come, let's make him more comfortable." He felt a pair of hands supporting his head. He just wanted to fade into the blackness, to die.
Then warmth seeped through him, warming him to the very ends of his extremities. The blackness receded from his mind as the hands continued to comfort him. He could hear Risa sobbing close to him, and reached out to comfort her.
---
Mirian was flung over Thayer's shoulder in a most undignified manner. She saw Shari crumple to the ground and she screamed. She saw all the blood-splattered people walking around in a daze, and wondered that she was not one of them.
She was amazed at the sight of the havoc wreaked by her captors. She cried out when she saw her father's motionless form lying on the ground. The tears fell like rain from her eyes.
"Papa!" she cried over and over again, until Thayer yelled at her to stop. She was carried out into the night watching the people she loved slowly turning their backs on her, not even making the motions of attempting to rescue her. All except Michel.
Michel's eyes were connected with hers until she was out of sight. Her tears were falling in earnest, and she felt as alone as she had ever felt in her life.
---
Thayer picked up his Princess and slung her across the horse's withers. She gasped, but that was it. He thought that she amazingly well controlled for a Princess, for he had grown up on tales of heroes saving princesses, who screamed until they had been rescued. His Princess seemed to be different.
She was dark and exotic compared the tale-Princesses, who were blonde-blue-eyed beauties. She was silently bearing her physical and emotional pain while the fairy tale Princesses would have been screaming for someone to rescue them.
Thayer swung onto his horse and picked the Princess up in his arms, carrying her in front of him. She held herself stiffly away from him.
"Suit yourself," Thayer said as he kicked the horse into a bouncy trot. He figured that a cultured Princess would fall off the horse, as she would have been trained for such dainty things as embroidery.
His Princess did no such thing.
She situated herself so that the horse's rhythm matched her own and proved to Thayer that she was not a fairy-tale Princess.
"I will," she responded coldly. She sniffed resolutely and continued to stay as far away from his body as she could.
The stallion followed Lohengrin's mare and Garrod's prancing stallion into a ground-eating canter. They rode in silence, turning onto obscure paths that only the Three knew.
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-A/N- Ick...bad computer, bad! Stupid thing wasn't working all that well earlier, so I couldn't post as soon as I wanted to. I know this chapter is kind of short...but it will be made up for in time...:oD
As i said earlier...many thanks to Kayden Eidyak for betaing this!! Really appreciate it.
I've been thinking of some alternate titles...tell me which one you like best, make up your own, or just review any way.
1. Shattered Decorum.
2. Ceremonial Swords
3. A King's Promise
4. Broken Promise (supplied by the wonderful maplerose)
5. Other...you supply...
So, take your pick and tell me either in a review or send e-mail to me at: shardsofsong@aol.com
I would aslo like to thank my reviewers...:o)
::Maplerose: Yes, he was quite selfish wasn't he? I would fight for someone i loved, i know that. Wouldn't you? So we're all a little selfish when it comes to things like that...the men were actually happy (in a sense) to die for their king, they loved him. THANK YOU so much for your title...i like that one. It did end up inspiring some of mine. no one else gave me a title...::glares::
::Ko-Shani: next chapter...and more questions no doubt, which is *not* a bad thing.
::Kates: So you like the Kalid-Na'in too? Hehheh...:oD
Anyway...remember to tell a title you like, review and keep putting up with me and my computer...!!
EvenSong