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Escape...13
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 Created on 7-15-07
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(GAVIN’S P.O.V)
Gavin sat alone among the trees of the outskirts of town dressed as one of the peasant men. As soon as he had arrived to town he had immediately changed to blend in among the town’s folk. It had not taken long before he had found a farmer who was more than willing to share in the latest news.
Gavin discovered that the knights who had taken Yolanda had arrived only an hour before he and the king had just given the announcement that she was to be hung tomorrow at noon.
His heart had stopped beating for a moment when he had heard this. The king was more than ready to have her killed and he was the reason the king was finally going to succeed.
He had to stop this! He couldn’t just stand back and watch the woman he loved be killed.
He laid his head back against the think trunk of the tree and sighed going over plans in his mind.
His eyes flew open as something in his mind popped. He gazed up at the now setting sun and stood before turning and rushing into the forest to find where he had left his horse hoping that he could make it to his destination before he was too late.
(YOLANDA’S P.O.V)
Her eyes opened to the blinding sunlight shining through the bars of the window. She lifted her head only to lean it against the stone wall behind her. Her arms long she had long ago lost all the feeling in them. Her side ached furiously from the king’s brutal kick the day before and the rest of her body felt battered and bruised.
She wondered briefly if this was what her mother had went through when she had been captured.
Her mother had been on the run much the same as her but she had not fallen for some foolish trick like Yolanda had. She had been cornered and caught by a wizard who had bound her mother’s powers.
Three days later they had covered her in large chains that had taken three men to carry. People had gathered around the dock by the lake to watch the killing of the witch, as her mother had been known back then. Little did they notice the sixteen year old girl hiding beneath the dock, knee deep in water desperately trying to use what little force of magic she possessed to save her mother and watched despairingly as her mother was pushed off of the dock into the deep depths of the water to have her shrill scream cut off by the water that consumed her and her life. Once the people had left the docks Yolanda had fled the place only to run her way into in exhaustion when she had finally reached the outskirts of the magical realm. There she had been taken in by the creatures and soon was known as their protector and thus she had been discovered by the king.
Yolanda felt the sting of tears from the memories and fought them back. She refused to shed anymore tears. Her life was over. It did not matter what she remember or what had happened throughout her life. She was only hours or only minutes away from her death.
She smiled at the irony as she heard the lock of the door being turned.
She tilted her head and smiled at the two men recognizing one of them as the man who had talked to Gavin on the day she had been captured. “Hello boys! Here to take me to my death?” she questioned.
They both stopped as if taken aback by her question. She noticed the rope in the main guy’s hands. For some off reason she was beginning to fell an odd rush of power to lightly course through her. Troy, the name flowed through her mind and her smile widened. It seemed the chains only lasted so long and now the spell on them was wearing off.
“Well Troy, go ahead and tie me up with that little magic binding rope of yours!”
As if snapping out of a trance he came forward grabbing her wrist which were protruding from the manacles and tied he rope deftly around her wrist and she immediately felt the slight bit of power drain from her body.
“How did you know my name?” questioned Troy bringing a key forth and unlocking her hands. They landed hard against her lap. She moved the slightly trying to get the blood flowing within them once again.
“Hush Troy. We do no speak to the prisoner!” ordered the other man and she laughed.
“Of course not. Wouldn’t want to get into trouble with that fat coward you call king. If you knights were not so blind you would realize the main reason he wants me dead is not because I did anything to offend him but because he is afraid that I might want to overrun him and become ruler. I have the power to do it too but what would I do with a kingdom?” she questioned smiling. Troy just stared at her apparently lost in thought.
“Nothing,” she continued on as if talking to herself. “I could never run a kingdom. I’m happy just to live alone in the magical realm with the dwarves with the awful tempers and the elves who love being happy and carefree and spend their days not focused on the bad but the good.”
Troy looked down at her with pity obvious in his eyes. This angered her. “I don’t need your pity!” she shouted at him. “Now let’s get this over with! Let’s go say goodbye to my good buddy the bloody king!” **********
They led her out of the dungeon through the great hall of the castle and out to where a large center platform had been built where the hangman’s noose awaited her.
She smiled to the crowd and the king who sat in his own little platform.
The knights led her to stand on the trap door that would be dropped when the rope was secured around her neck. They placed the noose around her neck and tightened it.
Here it was. Time to die. It was then that she noticed a figure in the crowd quickly trying to make his way to the front. Her eyes narrowed. Ready to watch the woman he had had gotten captured killed.
Gavin shoved another man out of the way as the knight Troy recited all of her crimes and the reasons for her hanging today. She rolled her eyes when he said plans of overthrowing the king. Honestly!
When Troy finished the king stood.
She paid no mind to him but to the tiny fairy, invisible to the crowd quickly flew it’s way up to hide behind the enchanted ropes that bound her hands. She heard it’s lightly spoken words and realizing it was undoing the enchantment on the ropes and she began to fell the power slowly regain in her body.
“Is there anything else you would like to say before you die?” questioned the king.
She laughed hysterically. She knew the people here probably thought her a maniac.
The king frowned angrily and she suddenly felt the flow of her power throughout her veins and she laughed louder.
“Pull the lever,” ordered the king.
The knight standing next to the platform pulled the lever as ordered and the trapdoor dropped from under her.
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Comments
Please Login to post comments| On July 16th 2007 crazkoala Said : | |
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gawd baillie *sulks* |
| On July 15th 2007 omfg010203 Said : | |
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lol...u alwayz do that!! love it!! |
| On July 15th 2007 BYMcFroodles Said : | |
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grrrr...... you tease EVERYBODY.. stupid cliffhangers... {imstickingmytoungeoutatyou!!} |
| On July 15th 2007 username685 Said : | |
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wow shes gone a bit crazy but its perfect for the story |
| On July 15th 2007 Jacquelyn2008 Said : | |
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you yet cease to amaze me! keep goin! |
