This chapter is rather short and messy. I wrote it real quick and didn't edit. Sorry guys. I don't really know how to end this fanfic. It is coming to an end though. :( Maybe one or two more chapters. Should I write a memory on Endovier? What do you guys think?
Her shoulders shuddered with each heavy breath and Celaena's thick hair fell down to shroud her appearance. Grief and anguish lined every delicate feature. She sniffled and let her hands grip the dresser with ferocious strength. Celaena swept her arm in a flash, her sleeves catching on the various objects on its surface. Bottles and vials hurtled to the marble floor, instantly shattering on impact. The cacophonous clash of breaking glass did nothing to bring the guards in the room. Why would it matter if their charge dies? She is as good as dead anyway.
But there was no sound coming from Celaena. A few bits of sharp glass had embedded itself onto her leather trousers, blood welling up, staining the glass shrapnel. Celaena didn't seem to notice. What caught her attention was the salmon. She quickly wiped her tears and picked up her fork, a look of intense concentration appearing on her face. Celaena poked at the salmon and sniffed subtly. Her eyes widened and she pushed herself away hastily, her chair screeching across the floor. Horrified she glanced toward the door, her hands clenching into fists. "Poisoning me, are you?" she murmured, a savage, wicked expression immediately forming. "You have no idea what you are getting into old man."
She opened the door to her bedroom with an innocent, tragic countenance. Celaena let her lips tremble, more tears forming. She extended the tray with a downturned visage. The guards merely stared at her. "I-I, I can't eat this. It turns my stomach. I won't be needing food anyway. Here, take it. I can't look at this anymore. Eat it if you like. I hope you choke on it." Celaena's tears slipped down again and she slammed the door and ran back into her bedroom. Celaena wiped the fake tears away. "They are as gullible as Aedion. The poor things won't be able to resist," Celaena said to herself smirking.
She took a canvas bag from under her bed, hurriedly stuffing essential items in. Drawers slid open and shut with a soft swishes. Celaena neatly danced around the broken glass on the floor as she swung from room to room. She entered the training hall antechamber to retrieve bandages and hard liquor for disinfectant. Outside the guards were still arguing with each other for the platter of salmon. Smiling at the soldiers' whispered antics, Celaena bent over her leg and got to work. Tweezers plucked the broken glass from her skin, although none of the wounds were big enough to need stitches, thank the gods. Celaena took a clean rag and wet it with the liquor. She then pressed the wet cloth to the lacerations. Celaena gritted her teeth against the burn while eyeing the alcohol with a longing expression. If only she could dull the pain even a bit. Collapse into a liquor induced haze and never get up. Forget everything. But that was a selfish thought.
Once she had bandaged her leg she slipped back into her white and gold bedroom to fetch another cloak. Her white one, though well made, was all too visible. She recovered a black capote from deep within her dresser. The collar, as well as the inner fabric and sleeves were lined with fur the keep the wearer warm. "Perfect," she whispered. Celaena, hearing no noise from the guards eased open the door warily, and smirked. The guards were slumped against the wall, the silver tray lay between them half-eaten. She scurried out soundlessly and ducked into the servants stairs.
There weren't enough guards to be stationed properly throughout the palace so the guards were only near the main entrances and halls. Celaena took the stairs up toward the Opal Tower where she knew her parents had their rooms. She ignored the bodies , occasionally leaping nimbly over one in her path. There were four guards stationed around the Opal Tower and she took them out one by one, striking the two points on their neck that rendered them unconscious. They all thought that as a group they could easily overwhelm the pretty rich girl and didn't bother sounding the alarm. The resulting fight was fast and deadly. The guards fell one by one sagging to the gold-veined marble. The final guard looked at her with a horrified expression, but Celaena merely bared her teeth in a grin and lunged. The guard swept his sword toward her head, meaning to behead her, but Celaena bent back. The blade passed overhead slicing though air. Celaena dropped to the ground slipping though his poor defenses. The man faltered, staggering with the momentum of his missed strike and she lashed out at his legs. He didn't have time to raise his sword in defence before Celaena knocked him out cold like his companions with two swift jabs to the neck. Celaena stood and inspected her work.
Pretty rich girl indeed. Of course the guards didn't know that she was trained in self defense by one of the best generals in history. Her cousin Aedion Ashryver. She was his best student. What did the guards expect? That she would wait for death, meek and submissive? Celaena snorted and laboriously dragged her victims into a shadowed alcove. She bound them with rope and locked them in the room. That was better than killing them at least.
She opened the door to her parents' rooms. Everything was dark, shadowy. Suddenly thunder crashed making Celaena jump. She closed the doors and strode into the bedroom where her mother and father lay sleeping. A wave of lethargy washed over her and she stifled a yawn. The window was wide open and rain poured in by the gallons. Grumbling softly, she went to the window and closed it. Escape will come in the morning. For now though...Celaena slumped into bed between her parents, savoring their closeness. She hadn't slept with her parents since she was a infant. Celaena snuggled closer, wincing at the dampness of the sheets. Curse the stupid, winter rain. Her lids grew heavy and Celaena sighed drowsy. Darkness came to me quickly transporting me into the land of dreams.
Reviews are very welcome!
Note: Aedion is the cousin of Celaena.