Argh! So far no body's reviewed my other chapter either! I'm going to have to remove that comment when somebody finally does...
Anyway, I'm doing a blast of chapters on this story, so here's another one for whoever's following this enjoyment.
Ili! Please don't make me feel abandoned and lonely, please review? :( (P.s. I'm not feeling sorry for myself!)
The groaning dug into Azures heart. She flinched. It sounded so horrible and sad.
She didn't know whether to run and hide, or to comfort whatever creature was making that pitiful noise.
She breathed deeply. If she was going to be looked up in this prison for however long, she was going to be stuck with whoever that was. She may as well face up to it now.
She groaned to herself.
A stench of rot wafted out of the door. Whatever was in there must have been in there a while.
Azure gagged, and shoved her short sleeve in her mouth, heaving. With her other hand she gripped the wavering candle. It was now or never.
She stepped forward.
"W-who is it?" She feebly whispered, her dry throat only emitting the sound as a croak. She cleared her throat and started again.
"Who is it?"
Another groan emitted from the dark room. It sounded so pitiful and helpless, and yet so repelling and fowl. Azure ran her fingers through her messy hair, deciding whether to leave the prisoner for dead, or go and rescue it.
She couldn't just leave it. It just wasn't humane to leave it to die.
She stumbled forward, dreading what lurked before her.
She gripped the iron bars at the window, and pulled the door ajar. She waved the candle inside.
All the light lit up was for stone walls. She waved it lower.
A bench, or maybe a table? A empty lamp, swinging discarded on a nail driven into the wall, a heap of moth eaten blankets.
The pile moved.
Azure held back a squeak, and fixed the light on the moving pile. A head appeared, bruised and swollen, tousled and hairy.
Bloodshot eye's stared back at her, blinking in the harsh light. A gash, filled with blood glimmered in the candles rays. The blood wove a river down the mans forehead, before dripping into his blankets.
Overcome with a rush of pity for the man, Azure stepped into the room, and stooped down to look at him. In the dark light, she couldn't look at him properly, but something felt familiar.
She scooped her arm under his armpit, and helped him to his feet, the man willingly allowing Azure to help him.
She took him to the main room, and sat him on a rickety chair, and lent his head on the table. She then swept the light around the room to find a window. Upon finding one she opened it, and the room was blanketed in light, and the stuff dank air left, and was left with the smell of rain, falling outside.
Azure tapped over to the man, and examined his wound. Blood continued to flow from the recent gash.
She tore a strip from the hem of her soiled dress, and wetting it she wound it round his head, his loose brown curls spilling over the top.
As the suns rays broke through the horizon, they caught his rugged face, and Azure gasped.
"Akin?"
Well?