Lanerd and I walked further and further into the forest, it was almost time. He would soon strip my back and lower me on a pole into the volcano until I was practically baking in it. I wouldn't doubt it if I melted. Lanerd of course could care less If I died. He probably could care less if I was in trouble. He just wanted to get back to his sword fights. I could see the smoke rising up as we soon arrived at the base of the volcano.
"Here we are dear sister, it is time for you to be punished." He said it a bittersweet tone (he knew I hated.) He always bugged me. I sighed as he pushed me along. I guess now was the time to just accept that I was going to practically die in a tragic volcano "Accident". Yep, that's the word my father would use. "Accident" he would think he was so clever. The people would believe him. They were stupid enough to go on his raids and murder sprees. Why wouldn't they believe that I died trying to go volcano swimming?
"Must you use that voice as I'm about to go volcano swimming, brother?" I used a to sweet voice that I overplayed to annoy him. We were good at that. Annoting each other. This was probably the closest I could get to being the Solinast elf. Annoying.
"Why yes my dear sister. It is tradition to annoy a person whos about to go volcano swimming." Great, a new tradition. And may I say, our people had many traditions. The roasting of a live kender before a great holiday, or the tradition where we all put or hand in the fire to cleanse ourselves of not committing a murderous deed that month. Lovely. I know.
"Well... Lets get this over with." There were guards posted everywhere to make sure I didn't escape. Lanerd quickely cut the back of my shirt out. He was going to make sure this would be painful and that I would hate him for the rest of my life (maybe my young life if this turns out bad.) He then tied a thick pole to my back. I then realized how this punishment would work out. He would tie two poles to me there for suspending me over the volcano (Its a very small volcano) and then lowering me into it. If I were the one watching rather then being punished I would be amused on how crudely this punishment was constructed, all in all I would probably fall in the volcano rather than just feel its rath.
Lanerd then tied another pole up to my my knees. Then wrapping a thick rope around the meeting area of the two poles. A guard then came up to help lanerd carry me to the volcano. I prayed to the dear god Mishakal. (Thats another thing, I worshiped a different god from my people. I have been keeping it from my parents all these years. They would kill me if they found out.)
We were now slowly climbing up the volcano. Lanerd still smirking (of course) could't be happier to see me down there (if I haven't gotten my point across already.) We are about half way up and I'm already starting to sweat just from nerves. I imagine what it will be like inside the volcano. I knew it would be worse, but how much worse? Would me skin litterally melt off my bones? Or would my skin just be majorly peeling off to where you could see the bone? Neither would be a pretty sight. Luckily I can't see my back, so I can't see the damage it will do.
We are now finally about to reach the edge of the boiling rock, just as they set the poles down on each edge. Thats when they actually look in volcano. The lava is about a hundred yards down. The poles will never reach.
"What do we do now Sir Lanerd?" The guard asked looking down at me in. Eyes filled with hatred. Yep, nobody liked me.
"I guess we should return to father and tell him that we should wait until the lava is higher." The volcano had erupted a few months ago, causing us to evacuate. No one had ever checked to see where the lava was. Well I guess everything turned out okay. For now...