The lady in black watched from a distance as General climbed higher up the tree. She had cast an invisibility spell on herself, even though she had no fears of being caught in the sight of this puny mortal. All it would take is a wave of her hand.
She hadn’t anticipated Miröven’s arrival in Akram. Putting a sleeping toxic on the berries he plucked was probably not her most ingenious plan to date, and was more of a knee jerk reaction at her surprise on sensing his aura within the city limits. The plan had been simple: put him to sleep, erase a few memories, and plant him somewhere far away from Laura. The remote chance that they might run into each other was too great to ignore. Her spell was not yet complete, and she didn’t want to take any chances. This had been way too long in the making to be chanced upon the die of fate.
She watched General clamber up the hill. Rage boiled within her. She hadn’t had the slightest clue Miröven had a prisoner with him; and he had taken his chance and hurt Miröven. That was unforgivable.
General had reached the top most branch and was reaching out to a fruit when the lady in blacked decided to wave her hand. Silently a shot of blue light escaped her fingertips, rapidly sped across the distance between them and hit General square in the chest. He was thrown clear off the tree from the impact and came down hard upon the ground with a dull thud.
General moved no more.
***
Miröven woke with a splitting headache and feeling sore. Blood had hardened on his forehead where General had struck and cut him open. His hands and feet were tied and there was dust in his eyes. He rolled onto his side and looked around. He was in the far end of a cave. Daylight streamed in from the mouth of the cave.
Miröven rolled onto his back once again and groaned. He was done for. The One Army was going to find him, and he would see hell before being sent down there. And to think all he wanted was just one last adventure before retiring quietly. Miröven wondered what would happen to Shadowfax. Helplessness, and the frustration it brings with it, washed over him.
“Miröven..” a sweet voice floated down to him.
It had come from somewhere near the cave entrance. Miroven rolled onto his side and looked at the source of the voice. Silhouetted against the daylight coming in through the cave was a lady figure. She wore a blue dress and her hair touched her shoulders, but her face was hidden in the shadows.
“Benny...” Miroven saw the shadows dance as the woman’s lips moved.
“Cassandra...?” Miroven’s voice broke.
***
Andrew jumped out of the window of Madamme Nira’s crafting room with nimble ease. These people really should invest more in security measures, he chuckled to himself. Princess had had a cut from their travel through the jungles, and Andrew didn’t want it to get worse. There was enough coin in his purse for him have just walked and bought a healing potion from the bushy tailed potion mistress, but where was the fun in that? Andrew lived for the thrills.
He had snuck in when he was sure both the occupants were out. Picking the locks were less than a piece of cake for him, finding the right potion had been more trouble. He had still been scouring around when he heard a short squeal of surprise from the front door. Someone had discovered the break in. There was no time. Andrew grabbed the potion and leapt out.
Safe in his hand, was a bottle of the green potion. Green with purple stripes.
She hadn’t anticipated Miröven’s arrival in Akram. Putting a sleeping toxic on the berries he plucked was probably not her most ingenious plan to date, and was more of a knee jerk reaction at her surprise on sensing his aura within the city limits. The plan had been simple: put him to sleep, erase a few memories, and plant him somewhere far away from Laura. The remote chance that they might run into each other was too great to ignore. Her spell was not yet complete, and she didn’t want to take any chances. This had been way too long in the making to be chanced upon the die of fate.
She watched General clamber up the hill. Rage boiled within her. She hadn’t had the slightest clue Miröven had a prisoner with him; and he had taken his chance and hurt Miröven. That was unforgivable.
General had reached the top most branch and was reaching out to a fruit when the lady in blacked decided to wave her hand. Silently a shot of blue light escaped her fingertips, rapidly sped across the distance between them and hit General square in the chest. He was thrown clear off the tree from the impact and came down hard upon the ground with a dull thud.
General moved no more.
***
Miröven woke with a splitting headache and feeling sore. Blood had hardened on his forehead where General had struck and cut him open. His hands and feet were tied and there was dust in his eyes. He rolled onto his side and looked around. He was in the far end of a cave. Daylight streamed in from the mouth of the cave.
Miröven rolled onto his back once again and groaned. He was done for. The One Army was going to find him, and he would see hell before being sent down there. And to think all he wanted was just one last adventure before retiring quietly. Miröven wondered what would happen to Shadowfax. Helplessness, and the frustration it brings with it, washed over him.
“Miröven..” a sweet voice floated down to him.
It had come from somewhere near the cave entrance. Miroven rolled onto his side and looked at the source of the voice. Silhouetted against the daylight coming in through the cave was a lady figure. She wore a blue dress and her hair touched her shoulders, but her face was hidden in the shadows.
“Benny...” Miroven saw the shadows dance as the woman’s lips moved.
“Cassandra...?” Miroven’s voice broke.
***
Andrew jumped out of the window of Madamme Nira’s crafting room with nimble ease. These people really should invest more in security measures, he chuckled to himself. Princess had had a cut from their travel through the jungles, and Andrew didn’t want it to get worse. There was enough coin in his purse for him have just walked and bought a healing potion from the bushy tailed potion mistress, but where was the fun in that? Andrew lived for the thrills.
He had snuck in when he was sure both the occupants were out. Picking the locks were less than a piece of cake for him, finding the right potion had been more trouble. He had still been scouring around when he heard a short squeal of surprise from the front door. Someone had discovered the break in. There was no time. Andrew grabbed the potion and leapt out.
Safe in his hand, was a bottle of the green potion. Green with purple stripes.
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