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06-06-2009, 05:04 PM
As I said, the next part will come on saturday and here it is. I don#t have this weird feeling anymore, so thursday probably only was a weird day.
As you can imagine, the story will soon end. But not that fast. There are still some things that have to happen. And the epilogue will be very long( I hope.)
Enjoy!
Suddenly they heard a noise from behind them. They immediately turned around, but they couldn't see anything. The darkness swallowed everything up.
“Come out, whoever you are.”
Mailliw tried not to show his fear. He slowly let his eyes wandering around. Nothing. Carefully Drahcir did a few steps forward, his sword in front of him and with his head turning around. The fire threw ghostly shadows on the wall. There was the sound again, now from behind them. Mailliw tried to turned around, but it was too late.
He felt cold steel on his throat. Carefully he tried to see what happened behind him without moving his head.
Marc stood behind him, tensely holding his knife. His eyes showed both anger and fear.
“Don't move or he will die.”
He moved the knife a bit around as if to underline what he said.
Drahcir wasn't moving, but he looked at Marc with a cold stare. Marc seemed to become insecure but he just strengthened his grip. He stared back at Drahcir. Nothing happened, both were standing there, motionless.
Then Mailliw was interrupting the tense.
“OK, kill me.”
“What?”
Marc was totally confused. He hadn't planned something like that.
“I said kill me. Just cut my throat. I won't help anyone fighting for the rebels.”
Marc hesitated. What should he do know? He had absolutely no clue.
“What are you waiting for? Or can't you kill me? Why are you trying this if you can't kill a person?”
As Marc had relaxed the grip a bit, Mailliw could now turn his head to look him into the eyes. They were fixated on nothing. Marc was totally stunned.
Suddenly Mailliw graped the arm with the knife and turned it around. The fight lasted only a few seconds, also because Drahcir joined it, too.
Marc was looking at them and fear showed in his eyes. While imagining how he must have felt in that moment, Mailliw felt sorry for him. Before Drahcir could say anything, he began to speak.
“Don't fear that we will kill you. We won't. The reverse is true. We will help you with rescuing the rebels.”
Marc was looking at them in astonishment.
“This isn't a trick? You are not playing a cruel game with me?”
“No. Now come, we don't have much time.”
In the darkness they sneaked to where the rebels camped. After a short period of confusion it was easy to convince them to follow Marc and the soldiers from Tiren. The difficult part was to bring all of the rebels out of the camp without making any noises.
When they finally where away, everyone felt in each others arms. They couldn't believe that they had been rescued one more time. The freedom they had been accustomed to now seemed to be a god-given gift.
While the rebels again marched to the emperor's palace, the bandits and Cen already reached it. Majestically it sat enthroned on a hill, watching over the land.
A big group of the bandits were sitting on their horses under the trees of a near forest. At the head Cen and the bandit's leader were standing, letting their gazes wander.
“In this palace is over half of the gold of the whole empire. And soon it will be ours.”
He looked straight ahead so that the leader couldn't see his face. Otherwise he maybe would have noticed that the gold wasn't what Cen wanted.
The leader looked straight ahead for nearly the same reason. Cen shouldn't notice that he didn't want to divide the gold.
With a wave of his hand he told the bandits to urge their horses.
As you can imagine, the story will soon end. But not that fast. There are still some things that have to happen. And the epilogue will be very long( I hope.)
Enjoy!
Suddenly they heard a noise from behind them. They immediately turned around, but they couldn't see anything. The darkness swallowed everything up.
“Come out, whoever you are.”
Mailliw tried not to show his fear. He slowly let his eyes wandering around. Nothing. Carefully Drahcir did a few steps forward, his sword in front of him and with his head turning around. The fire threw ghostly shadows on the wall. There was the sound again, now from behind them. Mailliw tried to turned around, but it was too late.
He felt cold steel on his throat. Carefully he tried to see what happened behind him without moving his head.
Marc stood behind him, tensely holding his knife. His eyes showed both anger and fear.
“Don't move or he will die.”
He moved the knife a bit around as if to underline what he said.
Drahcir wasn't moving, but he looked at Marc with a cold stare. Marc seemed to become insecure but he just strengthened his grip. He stared back at Drahcir. Nothing happened, both were standing there, motionless.
Then Mailliw was interrupting the tense.
“OK, kill me.”
“What?”
Marc was totally confused. He hadn't planned something like that.
“I said kill me. Just cut my throat. I won't help anyone fighting for the rebels.”
Marc hesitated. What should he do know? He had absolutely no clue.
“What are you waiting for? Or can't you kill me? Why are you trying this if you can't kill a person?”
As Marc had relaxed the grip a bit, Mailliw could now turn his head to look him into the eyes. They were fixated on nothing. Marc was totally stunned.
Suddenly Mailliw graped the arm with the knife and turned it around. The fight lasted only a few seconds, also because Drahcir joined it, too.
Marc was looking at them and fear showed in his eyes. While imagining how he must have felt in that moment, Mailliw felt sorry for him. Before Drahcir could say anything, he began to speak.
“Don't fear that we will kill you. We won't. The reverse is true. We will help you with rescuing the rebels.”
Marc was looking at them in astonishment.
“This isn't a trick? You are not playing a cruel game with me?”
“No. Now come, we don't have much time.”
In the darkness they sneaked to where the rebels camped. After a short period of confusion it was easy to convince them to follow Marc and the soldiers from Tiren. The difficult part was to bring all of the rebels out of the camp without making any noises.
When they finally where away, everyone felt in each others arms. They couldn't believe that they had been rescued one more time. The freedom they had been accustomed to now seemed to be a god-given gift.
While the rebels again marched to the emperor's palace, the bandits and Cen already reached it. Majestically it sat enthroned on a hill, watching over the land.
A big group of the bandits were sitting on their horses under the trees of a near forest. At the head Cen and the bandit's leader were standing, letting their gazes wander.
“In this palace is over half of the gold of the whole empire. And soon it will be ours.”
He looked straight ahead so that the leader couldn't see his face. Otherwise he maybe would have noticed that the gold wasn't what Cen wanted.
The leader looked straight ahead for nearly the same reason. Cen shouldn't notice that he didn't want to divide the gold.
With a wave of his hand he told the bandits to urge their horses.