Thread: Captivity (butterfly0408/Liam45)

Ai was proud of her troops. They had all fought valiantly to their cause and their king. It had been an honor to fight by their side. She only hoped whomever had stepped up to take her place, now that she was in chains, a prisoner of the enemy, would lead them to victory as she had time and time again. This last battle had not been one of those times. It had been her own fault she had been captured. Hell, she knew it would happen when she made her choice. She sacrificed herself for one of her young solders, injured, caught in the crossfire, to escape. And now she found herself locked up with others of her race, being taken to the enemy stronghold. Would none of them see their homeland again? Would their loved ones know they all had fought bravely for their cause? Loved ones... Ai thought of her father. She prayed he would not be upset with her choice. May he be proud of her. If he was, then she could look into the face of her death and smile. The cart they had all been packed into came to a stop. A moment later, the back of it opened, spilling light into dark space, stinging the warrior woman's eyes a moment before she was pulled from the cart by her chains. Each of them was lined up and looked over from head to toe. If the enemy decided they were no more then a common solider, they were sent to the dungeons. No doubt it was packed with many young men and women. As for her though, one look and it could be told she was different from the rest of the lot. Other then she was the only woman. Her clothing was different. Armor someone of rank would wear. It was bulky and hid any trace of her real form underneath. You! one of her captures said, pointing to her. She was pushed forward by someone behind her. What is your name? She held her tongue. I SAID... WHAT is your NAME! he yelled in her face before giving her a solid slap. It had to hurt his masculinity when a woman nearly a foot shorter then him did not even flinch from his attack. What do you care for my name? she replied. You will not call me by it even if I give it to you. Therefore there is no reason to reply. I will just tell you want your question was to be. I am a warrior of Freil, a captain of our kings army. Captain?! You! A woman! A little, thin, weak woman! her took her chin in his hand, forcing it up at him. He paused a moment. She was a beautiful woman as well. Eyes as blue as the sky. Strong, fearless eyes. His mouth instantly went dry and he looked her over once again. He wondered what her armor hide of her form. I should teach you your place, but the king will want you in one piece for questioning. He pushed her back into the hands of two waiting solders, Take our little captain her to the prison tower. Oh by mark my word my dear... he drew close again, taking a lock of her long black hair between his fingers and leaning close, Once the king is through with you... we will meet again... We will meet again, she replied, for I will be the one to kill you. Take the bitch away! he yelled. Off in one direction she went, while he to another. Right to his leader, the king. Kneeling before him, he delivered his report of battle, Your highness, we have brought a dozen Freil prisoners from the field of battle to fill our dungeons. One of them claims to be a captain. By the look of her clothing, I would not doubt her claim. I had her placed in the tower to await questioning...