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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2008 13:28:07 GMT -5
"Dead," Aranya said shortly, prying out the peg with all her strength, using the sharp spearhead. "So you'd better live, you understand?" She told him the way out of the camp - she had seen it all, through the eyes of a bird. Her heart twinged. To have been a bird, a horse, a wolf, a rat...
"Go," she said, hefting her spear again and pushing him towards the back flap. "Run, and don't look back."
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 17, 2008 13:35:00 GMT -5
Rodrick was about to argue when a flood of black armored men entered the camp, their long bladed polearms in their hands.
"Shit." the boy said, before grabbing the peg with one hand, and diving to the ground to crawl under the side of the tent.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2008 13:57:23 GMT -5
The faces of her children flashed in her mind as she looked at Rodrick's diving form. Brynden, her sweet son who was so much like Selwyn. Her poor, bright, crippled Selyse. Clever little Lewyn, always craving his father. Nymeria, her ward whom she had failed to protect. Rhae, who she had cared for, but used anyway. She hoped the girl was happy now. Angry Daeron and Olyvar, gentle Marianne, darling Catelyn. Wulf, Tyberion and Allyria, her babies who would never know their mother. It gave her a cold, sinking feeling, a dead weight in her heart.
For a moment, she feared she would sink in despair and terror and fear. Aranya did not know if she had the courage to face to this. It almost made her laugh. When had she ever been afraid? She thought of Ser Raymund Corbray, the Knight of the Bloody Gate who had raised her like a father. What would you say, if you saw me now? Are you proud of me?
Everyone who had touched her life seemed so far away from this moment. Selwyn, Rhodri, Elane...Cedric. Her heart sank further. Aranya had never felt so cold and alone. It felt like the world had utterly abandoned her to her fate. The feeling threatened to overwhelm her.
But her body was trained, and she raised her spear when the black armored men poured in. The long spear gleamed bloody and sharp in the flickering light, and her mind snapped back into focus. She turned and faced them, with the intent to kill clear in her eyes. Her blood was surging again, but this time with the killing urge.
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 17, 2008 14:01:17 GMT -5
The guards parted slightly, and a taller, broader chested man in armor stepped forward, he yelled a series of orders to the men, some of whom took off after the child.
"You were very brave...to come here in this rescue attempt. It seems you do not fear death. If there are many more of your kind, ruling you shall be a.... entertaining chore. What is your name?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2008 14:07:52 GMT -5
Run, you stupid boy. Aranya hoped fervently that they would not catch him. She sneered at the man. "You poor fool. You will never be able to rule these Kingdoms, and your destruction is coming. I'm Aranya, and it's your bad luck that you're in here with me." She twirled the spear in a circle, and gave him a smile, and charged.
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 17, 2008 14:11:45 GMT -5
"Aranya..." The Viceroy said, as if the words tasted funny on his lips, "Prepare to die."
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