Emi woke up, a moment later the pain in her shoulder made her wince. it was then that she realised that she was lying on a bed with her arms tied to the bed-posts. A moment of fear swept through her. When the pain subsided, she was able to survey her surroundings. A large wooden door rested in the wall past the foot of the bed, to her right a window broke the dull monotony of black stone bricks, allowing sunlight to stream into the room. A dresser rested against the wall to her left. Although the blankets on the bed covered her almost completely, she was able to tell tha tshe was dressed in a rough feeling nighty. The sounds of a repetative clanging drifted through the window, metal striking metal. Other sounds too, farm animals and the drone of human speech.
"Hello!" she attempted to cry, but it came out merely as a hoarse whisper. Her mouth was dry and her stomach rumbled. Emi tried to tug on the cloth holding her harms but found it secure against her lack of strength. Her efforts were rewarded with more pain in her shoulder. She let out a muted cry of pain this time, at the sudden attack. The door opened shortly after, admitting a young girl about Emi's age, wearing a plain white dress. The young girl let out a gasp at Emi's awakened state and placed the tray she was carrying on the dresser before hurrying back out of the room with a quick backward glance. Emi could hear the sounds of a bolt being drawn on the other side of the door and attempted to lift herself up to see what was on the tray. It seemed to hold a bowl and a cloth.
A few minutes later a young man entered tot he room accompanied by four armed guards. The guards were dressed in something similar to the "knights" that had attacked her, wearing some sort of armor made of linked metal loops. Helmets rested on their heds, with nose guards. Each carried a spear and a sword rested at the hips of each of them. The young man was dressed differently, in a bright red jacket that seemed to be made of silk. He appeared to be no more than twenty, but appeared to be strutting around as if his father were Rupert Murdoch. The four guards fanned out to each corner of the bed, the young man stood at it's foot.
"Who are you?" the man asked.
Emi looked at him and his guards in turn. All bore a strong resemblence to her attackers.
"How did I get here?" she croaked.
"My soldiers brought you here," he replied, looking thoughtful, "after you and your companion attacked them"
Emi felt herself becoming angry, 'after we attacked them? Tanil, Tanil was dead'
"They attacked us." she replied, trying to settle down the grief.
The man seemed to ignore her completely, "Who are you?" he repeated.
"Emi Watson." she replied as the grief returned, 'I never even got a chance to tell Tanil my name'
The man clapped his hands, and the young maid entered carrying her backpack.
"And what manner of items are these?" he asked as he tipped the contents onto the bed.
"My clothes and food." she replied, absently noting that the packet of Tim Tams had dissapeared.
"Where is my Katana and Naginata?" she demanded.
"And what is this?" he asked, holding up her walkman and cd collection, again ignoring her questions.
"Water and food." she demanded in reply, making a show of shutting her mouth, determined not to answer anymore questions until her demand had been met.
The young man looked at her, glared would be a better term, before stamping out of the room followed by the guards and the maid. Emi noted that the man had forgotten to collect her belongings and had not opened her bundle of cutlery. Lifting up the bundle between her toes, she managed to empty the cutlery on the bed. Her knife, spoon, fork and steak knife. With a little effort she managed to grasp the steak knife in a similar manner and flicked it towards the head of the bed. It bounced off the pillow a centimeter from her head. Thankfully she had enough slack in the bindings to be able to grasp it in her right hand and she began to saw away at the cloth. She cut through in no time and began work on the cloth holding her other hand. Soon she was up and annoyed at her lack of strength. She quickly packed most of her belongings away in her backpack. She quickly changed, horrified at the amount of damage done to her shoulder as the pain lanced through her with each movement. She decided to forgo her bra, as the amount of pain would not be worth it 'not that I really need one anyway' she thought bitterly and decided upon the black fatigues, black singlet top and black jacket, hoping that they wouldn't rub up against her wound too much.
'So much for that theory' she thought, wincing as she zipped up the bag. Emi looked to the tray on the dresser, realising that the bowl contained only water, if a bit warm. She took a few gulps from the bowl and moved to stand behind the door when she heard footsteps from outside.
"Hello!" she attempted to cry, but it came out merely as a hoarse whisper. Her mouth was dry and her stomach rumbled. Emi tried to tug on the cloth holding her harms but found it secure against her lack of strength. Her efforts were rewarded with more pain in her shoulder. She let out a muted cry of pain this time, at the sudden attack. The door opened shortly after, admitting a young girl about Emi's age, wearing a plain white dress. The young girl let out a gasp at Emi's awakened state and placed the tray she was carrying on the dresser before hurrying back out of the room with a quick backward glance. Emi could hear the sounds of a bolt being drawn on the other side of the door and attempted to lift herself up to see what was on the tray. It seemed to hold a bowl and a cloth.
A few minutes later a young man entered tot he room accompanied by four armed guards. The guards were dressed in something similar to the "knights" that had attacked her, wearing some sort of armor made of linked metal loops. Helmets rested on their heds, with nose guards. Each carried a spear and a sword rested at the hips of each of them. The young man was dressed differently, in a bright red jacket that seemed to be made of silk. He appeared to be no more than twenty, but appeared to be strutting around as if his father were Rupert Murdoch. The four guards fanned out to each corner of the bed, the young man stood at it's foot.
"Who are you?" the man asked.
Emi looked at him and his guards in turn. All bore a strong resemblence to her attackers.
"How did I get here?" she croaked.
"My soldiers brought you here," he replied, looking thoughtful, "after you and your companion attacked them"
Emi felt herself becoming angry, 'after we attacked them? Tanil, Tanil was dead'
"They attacked us." she replied, trying to settle down the grief.
The man seemed to ignore her completely, "Who are you?" he repeated.
"Emi Watson." she replied as the grief returned, 'I never even got a chance to tell Tanil my name'
The man clapped his hands, and the young maid entered carrying her backpack.
"And what manner of items are these?" he asked as he tipped the contents onto the bed.
"My clothes and food." she replied, absently noting that the packet of Tim Tams had dissapeared.
"Where is my Katana and Naginata?" she demanded.
"And what is this?" he asked, holding up her walkman and cd collection, again ignoring her questions.
"Water and food." she demanded in reply, making a show of shutting her mouth, determined not to answer anymore questions until her demand had been met.
The young man looked at her, glared would be a better term, before stamping out of the room followed by the guards and the maid. Emi noted that the man had forgotten to collect her belongings and had not opened her bundle of cutlery. Lifting up the bundle between her toes, she managed to empty the cutlery on the bed. Her knife, spoon, fork and steak knife. With a little effort she managed to grasp the steak knife in a similar manner and flicked it towards the head of the bed. It bounced off the pillow a centimeter from her head. Thankfully she had enough slack in the bindings to be able to grasp it in her right hand and she began to saw away at the cloth. She cut through in no time and began work on the cloth holding her other hand. Soon she was up and annoyed at her lack of strength. She quickly packed most of her belongings away in her backpack. She quickly changed, horrified at the amount of damage done to her shoulder as the pain lanced through her with each movement. She decided to forgo her bra, as the amount of pain would not be worth it 'not that I really need one anyway' she thought bitterly and decided upon the black fatigues, black singlet top and black jacket, hoping that they wouldn't rub up against her wound too much.
'So much for that theory' she thought, wincing as she zipped up the bag. Emi looked to the tray on the dresser, realising that the bowl contained only water, if a bit warm. She took a few gulps from the bowl and moved to stand behind the door when she heard footsteps from outside.