pahduh - the official word to say when you have nothing to say
writing - the official thing to do when you have nothing to do.
Any way, made this up on the spot...
I lay staring at the ceiling, trying not to sleep, knowing my dreams would be haunted.
An owl hooted outside my window, and I shivered, that means somebody's going to die tonight I thought.
Thewre was a rough knocking at my window, and I sat up. Eric - the villiage leader's son - was knocking at my window.
I stood up and opened it, leaning out into the freezing December air, "What are you doing? You're not supposed to be out at this time of night. Your father will kill you!" I whispered fiercely into the night.
"I had to come see you, Gi, it's important!" he whispered back.
"What can be so important to break the curfew and risk death penalty?" I whispered back.
"They're after you, Gi. They...they..." he choked in the cold air.
"They what, Eric?" I asked, worried.
"They found out about him!" Eric whispered.
The owl hooted loudly. "Girl! Get rid of that owl!" the harsh voice of the orphanage nurse called through the wall.
I ignored it, heart beating faster, "What about him?" I asked, panicking.
"About you and him." Eric whispered. The words were like an icy knife, sliding across my throat and down to my stomach where it stayed, "I've got horses...come quickly."
I backed to my room and grabbed my one meaningful thing - my mother's ruby ring. Then, like I had done so many times before to frolick with Eric in the full moon, I slid out the window. Eric grabbed my hand, it felt like a warm glove, even in the air. He half dragged me, half pulled me around to the front of the house where two magnificant palamino horses stood, I swung up onto one, and Eric clambered onto his own.
And we rode.
but we were not fast enough. the Villiage Council were fast at our feet, firing arrows. Eric's horse faltered, and I stared painfully at the arrow sticking out of his side. Eric, in a quick manouver, jumped onto the back of my horse and spurred it.
It was no use, my horse fell onto the ground, instantly dead, crushing one each of mine and Eric's legs.
He glowered angrily up at his father as he approached on a magnificant white horse. "Girl the orphan! We have discovered your defiant secret." he said in a loud clear voice.
"She wasn't raised by him!" Eric shouted in my defence.
"Your blood is tainted forever by the murders of your father, Dimitri." Eric's dad continued.
"Stop! She has nothing to do with him!" Eric shouted, tears dripping steadily down his face, I wondered from pain or for his father.
"Therefore, you are sentanced to death." the man continued, glowering down at his son.
He raised his sword, stolen from my dead father's private collection. He raised it high above his head, aiming for me. He swung downwards.
In horrifying move that broke his leg, Eric intercepted the blow. It struck his chest, and I dimly felt blood trickling around my wrists.
And suddenly, like I never had before, I cried. Cried for Eric, the love of my life, the first person to talk to me. Cried for my mother, who my father had killed upon learning I was a girl. She had sheilded me, just like Eric had done again.
I raised by tear-stained face to that of Eric's fathers. How could Eric, the sweetest boy in the whole villiage, be the son of this powerhungry mad man.
As he raised the sword one more, a voice inside my head scolded him and me: "People shouldn't be blamed for their blood lines.
Baddoomtchhh!
very dramatic!! What a horrible man!!
and then what happened?
ooo! *bounces*
you MUSt write the death scene [img]http://s2.images.proboards.com/cheesy.gif" alt=":D" border="0"/>
Uhuh! Uhuh! You MUST write it!!
Very good, Very VERY intense [img]http://s2.images.proboards.com/cheesy.gif" alt=":D" border="0"/>:D:D
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that was the death scene...
Quote:As he raised the sword one more, a voice inside my head scolded him and me: "People shouldn't be blamed for their blood lines." [/quote]