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Dragon Seed
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Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,556
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Introduction: Hell Hath No Fury
*author's note* Hi all, well I'm going to try it again, this time an original story. I have another one I'm juggling to myself and I may or may not post it on here, *just depends on the feedback I guess* but until then I hope you enjoy this one. *My second attempt please rate and review.*
Dragon Seed
Introduction: Hell Hath No Fury
“No you bastards! You will not take her from me! Annice!”
A dark day lay in store for the village of Uallas. For months there had been rumors about guards ravaging other nearby towns, stealing away young maidens and bringing them back to the capital city of Moireach. Now it seemed it was their turn as the helpless villagers watched the commotion in the middle of the square unfold.
Tears rolled down the young woman’s face as she looked upon the hysterical old man who clutched at the thin white gown flowing around her body. Her father… A once strong man who never let anyone bear witness to his grief. Only now did his own tears come, stinging and unwelcome to his eyes.
If the iron clad men who held Annice so tightly felt even a smidgen of compassion for her father they did not show it. Instead they tightened their grip on her arms and silently bore her away. Ignoring the distraught man’s pleas and cries for mercy.
“I beg you, don’t take my only child… My little girl. Please for the love of God take me in her place,” he screamed as he tried to overpower the guard who was holding him back.
Annice gasped as she heard a sword unsheathe and she struggled in her captors grasp to look back and see her father silenced. Time seemed to slow as she saw him sink to the ground, his clear brown eyes focused on her retreating frame. She began to scream as she saw a drop of dark crimson blood dot his lips.
“My Daughter…” he sighed, as his sight began to fade. The burning pain in his chest was beginning to slow into a dull throb and as his eyes began to close he saw her find from somewhere a reserve of strength, and she broke away to run to his side.
This once mighty man looked upon her one last time before he reached up with a trembling hand to caress away her tears.
“Weep not, little beauty. For you are a child of Kings, from the line of Devlin… Do not let them see your tears, nor your weakness.”
He fell silent as she brought his cooling hand to her cheek and with pride he saw her tears begin to subside. Her ice blue eyes seemed to grow colder with every fleeting beat of his heart. His beautiful black haired daughter, a girl child with warrior blood running through her veins. She who was most worthy of the name Devlin.
“I love you, Annice…” he whispered as death claimed his last breath.
The girl stared down at her father’s lifeless eyes and gently she brushed the tips of her fingers over his eyelids, closing them forevermore. It seemed she was rooted to the ground, unable to move or breathe until she felt hard hands take her shoulders and pull her to her feet.
Enraged, she pushed the unwelcome touch away from her and turned icy fierce eyes upon the vile murderers. “Do you think what you have done will go unpunished,” she asked in a deceivingly calm voice that belied her true disposition.
In a moment of false amusement the guard who had committed the foul deed raised a mocking eyebrow at her and began to chuckle. “And what do ye think ye can do to me little lass?”
Silently Annice stared at him. He wore a dark eye patch over his left eye and his skin was sallow and dirty despite the gleaming armor encased around his overlarge belly. The longer she stared at him she felt her disgust and hate multiply. Every chuckle that escaped his lips made her want to wrap her delicate fingers around his throat and slowly squeeze the life from him. Anything to make him stop that damning laughter that was beginning to awake a madness in her.
The guards behind him began to feel uneasy as they watched their captain in his cruel mirth. Not because they felt remorse for the young woman’s father but because they could sense something unnatural in the air around them.
A strange wind began to blow and they began to shiver as the gusts began to pick up strength and center itself around the girl. They turned nervous gazes to her as her long dark hair whipped around her form.
Still occupied in his boisterous laughter, the guard never saw her coming. His subordinates were stunned to see, that in a mere moment the girl seemed to fly forward and seize their captains sword from its sheathe and plunge it into his good eye. They couldn’t bring themselves to move as they saw her pull the blade from his eye socket and behead him in that same instant.
Slowly the headless body, still twitching fell to the ground. The villagers and the guards raised their surprised eyes from the carnage that was the captain of the guard to Annice. Sword in hand, she stood there glaring at her offenders. Her once pure white dress was completely covered in dark crimson and on her pale cheeks were streaks of drying blood. Ignoring the looks of fear, outrage, and pride she knelt down and twined her fingers in the blood matted hair of the severed head, then raised it for all the guards to see.
“Behold, I am your death…”
Dragon Seed
Introduction: Hell Hath No Fury
“No you bastards! You will not take her from me! Annice!”
A dark day lay in store for the village of Uallas. For months there had been rumors about guards ravaging other nearby towns, stealing away young maidens and bringing them back to the capital city of Moireach. Now it seemed it was their turn as the helpless villagers watched the commotion in the middle of the square unfold.
Tears rolled down the young woman’s face as she looked upon the hysterical old man who clutched at the thin white gown flowing around her body. Her father… A once strong man who never let anyone bear witness to his grief. Only now did his own tears come, stinging and unwelcome to his eyes.
If the iron clad men who held Annice so tightly felt even a smidgen of compassion for her father they did not show it. Instead they tightened their grip on her arms and silently bore her away. Ignoring the distraught man’s pleas and cries for mercy.
“I beg you, don’t take my only child… My little girl. Please for the love of God take me in her place,” he screamed as he tried to overpower the guard who was holding him back.
Annice gasped as she heard a sword unsheathe and she struggled in her captors grasp to look back and see her father silenced. Time seemed to slow as she saw him sink to the ground, his clear brown eyes focused on her retreating frame. She began to scream as she saw a drop of dark crimson blood dot his lips.
“My Daughter…” he sighed, as his sight began to fade. The burning pain in his chest was beginning to slow into a dull throb and as his eyes began to close he saw her find from somewhere a reserve of strength, and she broke away to run to his side.
This once mighty man looked upon her one last time before he reached up with a trembling hand to caress away her tears.
“Weep not, little beauty. For you are a child of Kings, from the line of Devlin… Do not let them see your tears, nor your weakness.”
He fell silent as she brought his cooling hand to her cheek and with pride he saw her tears begin to subside. Her ice blue eyes seemed to grow colder with every fleeting beat of his heart. His beautiful black haired daughter, a girl child with warrior blood running through her veins. She who was most worthy of the name Devlin.
“I love you, Annice…” he whispered as death claimed his last breath.
The girl stared down at her father’s lifeless eyes and gently she brushed the tips of her fingers over his eyelids, closing them forevermore. It seemed she was rooted to the ground, unable to move or breathe until she felt hard hands take her shoulders and pull her to her feet.
Enraged, she pushed the unwelcome touch away from her and turned icy fierce eyes upon the vile murderers. “Do you think what you have done will go unpunished,” she asked in a deceivingly calm voice that belied her true disposition.
In a moment of false amusement the guard who had committed the foul deed raised a mocking eyebrow at her and began to chuckle. “And what do ye think ye can do to me little lass?”
Silently Annice stared at him. He wore a dark eye patch over his left eye and his skin was sallow and dirty despite the gleaming armor encased around his overlarge belly. The longer she stared at him she felt her disgust and hate multiply. Every chuckle that escaped his lips made her want to wrap her delicate fingers around his throat and slowly squeeze the life from him. Anything to make him stop that damning laughter that was beginning to awake a madness in her.
The guards behind him began to feel uneasy as they watched their captain in his cruel mirth. Not because they felt remorse for the young woman’s father but because they could sense something unnatural in the air around them.
A strange wind began to blow and they began to shiver as the gusts began to pick up strength and center itself around the girl. They turned nervous gazes to her as her long dark hair whipped around her form.
Still occupied in his boisterous laughter, the guard never saw her coming. His subordinates were stunned to see, that in a mere moment the girl seemed to fly forward and seize their captains sword from its sheathe and plunge it into his good eye. They couldn’t bring themselves to move as they saw her pull the blade from his eye socket and behead him in that same instant.
Slowly the headless body, still twitching fell to the ground. The villagers and the guards raised their surprised eyes from the carnage that was the captain of the guard to Annice. Sword in hand, she stood there glaring at her offenders. Her once pure white dress was completely covered in dark crimson and on her pale cheeks were streaks of drying blood. Ignoring the looks of fear, outrage, and pride she knelt down and twined her fingers in the blood matted hair of the severed head, then raised it for all the guards to see.
“Behold, I am your death…”