 |
|
Sign Up to Submit Fictions and Earn Credibility! |
 |
|
 |
 |
 |
|
|
Author: kage_oukami
768 Views
0 Comments
|
Sounds of the city continued on as normal, until a knock could be heard upon the villa gates. Her head was swimming and her body ached but Zhaunil awoke to that familliar sound. A grunt escaped her throat as she tried to yell out, but it was all she could do. Passing out once more, sadness filled her head, tears ran down her bloody cheeks.
Freeport guards broke down the gates, letting in Lucan's female advisor. Dressed her best, she grined as she stepped past dying bushes and starved dogs. Four guards dressed in black robes followed the trail of the beautiful Tier'Dal as she entered the villa doors.
"Hail, I have come in the name of our Lord and savior Lucan D'Lere. Lord of the house come greet me!" She yelled out to the dead. Nodding to the guards they started to search the place.
"My Lady," One of them called. "There are a lot of dead servents and one woman who looks dead enough, should I put her out of her misery?"
The advisor shook her head and walked towards the sound of her bodyguards voice. Hair pulled back it swayed as she walked, the clicking of her ornamental garb sounded with each step. She came upon Zhaunil and cackled.
"I see, I see ... heh, no no ... don't kill her, take her to the citadel and place her as a gift to our Lord. I am sure he will want to kill her for Verin's traitorous actions against Freeport and failing to report to Lucan."
She turned around and fiddled with Zhaunil's belongings, taking a few peices of jewelry and trinkets.
"Wrap her in a blanket or something before you take her, then burn the place down to make room for other developments."
Zhaunil was still unconsious wrapped in her bloody sheets. Thrown over the shoulder of one guard they marched out of the villa, her small bruised body becoming worse with each step.
She had been carried and thrown onto the ground many times. The guard had no care for her condition as he waited to be called by the Overlord of Freeport. He had a gift for him, something he knew that the Lich would be pleased about. Well, at least that woman of his told him that he would be pleased.
He picked her up once more and walked into the throne room of Lucan De'Lere, Overlord of Freeport city of free men. The name was ironic, the Lich held all within its walls with a firm grasp, even the petty guard that carried Zhaunil shivered with fear as he approached.
He dropped her to the ground.
"A gift to my Lord," He kneeled and made sure to avert his eyes. "Do you wish to accpet it?"
With many moments of hesitation, the vile creature upon the throne nodded to one of his personal body guards. He walked up to the bloody bundle on the ground and unwrapped it. Zhaunil was unconsious but slowly beginging to get a hold of herself and wake.
Lucan was surprised and stood. He pulled his hand back, the command for everyone to leave her alone. She was exposed, bleeding and dirty. As soon as Zhaunil started to wake, he stepped down his throne and approached the pititful Tier'Dal female before him.
She coughed and moved around, moaning sligtly from the pain that surrounded her entire body. Lucan crouched down before her, his eyes still cold, as soon as she opened her eyes, fear hit her. She wanted to scream but was too tired. He pulled his hand up and ran a finger along her cheek, then pulled her hair out of her eyes. Pure raged flowed through the woman that stood next to the Overlords throne.
His hands were like ice and fire at once, pain surged through her, it was his power that burned her so fiercely, but she forced it away from her soul.
The sound of his voice made everyone except the pitiful Zhaunil shudder.
"Throw her into the dungeon, make sure she's clean ... "
|
|
|
|
 |
|
 |
