Thread: One Man's Trash Is Another Man's Treasure [VIKINGS - boyo111 x Temptationist]

RE One Man's Trash Is Another Man's Treasure VIKINGS - boyo111 x Jokerama As I lay lifeless in a puddle of filth, another female servant came running out onto the road. Daralis! One called out to me her voice breaking as she ran towards me. I was not dead, but I sure felt empty inside. Snapping out of my haze, I dug my hands into the mud gripping on to whatever foundation was left in my life. As my head rose from the dirt, my eyes were cold my heart had turned to stone. I was determined I would have my revenge. I rose from the ground, as did Jesus Christ I was reborn. Daralis! She called out again, sliding to my side. Gently grasping onto my arm, she helped pull me up and off the floor. The servant, Emma, attempted to speak but was at a loss for words. Only sounds of groans could escape her lips. Tears filled her eyes. At that moment she realized, there was no hope. She stuttered. Wha- She hesitated. What are we going to do? The tremble in her voice made her words nearly impossible to understand. Without shedding a single tear, nor even turning to look her in the eyes, I stood to my two feet and looked over the horizon. Survive. There was a moment of silence, before I finally turned to look her in the eyes. You will survive. Before she could speak another word, I began to walk back towards the back entrance of the castle. Emma stood there by the puddle of mud, staring at me without speaking. Something had changed in me, and she, too, could see it. I disappeared back into the castle, where the other servants awaited instruction on what to do. I was young, but despite my age, I was the leader in the household. I was born to rule. It was in my blood, and I would not allow a coward to define me. As I entered the castle, a crowd of abandoned servants pooled together and watched me in silence. My gaze fell upon them, and I muttered. Gather your things to the back door. Despite their confusion, several of them nodded. Turning away from them, I headed slowly up the stairs my body aching from the fall. I set the pain aside, and continued to my dorm. Slowly, I walked over to my luggage and opened it up. I spent several minutes in my room alone, staring at the one piece of jewelry I had ever owned. It was a bracelet made of gold, silver, and jewels. No one was aware that it even existed, let alone in my possession. There was a light knock on the door before it crept open. Daralis? Emma's soft voice exclaimed. She fell silent as her eyes fell upon the lavish piece of jewelry. My father gave it me when I was a child. Before he sent me to live here... My head bounced, revealing a light nod to represent my disappointment. He wanted a better life for me. Not the life of a slave. I rose from my luggage, bracelet in hand. I stretched out my hand to Emma. Confused, she held out her hand. I placed the bracelet in her hand. This is yours now. All of yours. Use it to pay for a ride out of the city. Save yourselves. Emma's mouth dropped, but before she could detest my wishes, I interrupted her. Not another word! Shaking my head from side to side. I was born to King Coenwulf- But you will die! Emma burst out. She was right. If I chose to stay, death would surely follow. Enough! I cried back to her. I am not Cuthred's servant. I will not die at his hands. At the hands of a monster. I will not die a slave... My eyes began to tear, and my voice began to tremble. I... will not... Emma's eyes softened as she grasped the bracelet. You will die a savior. She threw her arms around me and held me in a deep embrace. The cries of Vikings victory echoed the city. I threw my head to the side to gaze out of the window. There is no time! Go! Take the others and go, NOW! I pushed her away from me. Emma turned to run for the door, before leaving, she turned to me and smiled. My first born daughter... I will name her Daralis. Without another word, she disappeared into the hallways to meet the others at the back entrance. Within moments, the castle was completely vacated. It fell more silent than the dead of night. The castle was nothing but a set of hollow rooms a maze of stone walls. I watched out the window as the raiders merged onto the beach and into our village. I will not die a slave. I whispered to myself. My body shifted as I exited my bedroom. Entering a common bathroom, I stripped myself of my mud-ridden clothing, and dipped my body in a bath. The once steaming hot tub of water had now cooled to a luke-warm a bath that had once been made ready for Godric and Godiva after their dinner, was now abandoned and unused. I sunk into the tub, completely submerging myself underwater. For a moment, I contemplated drowning myself. Something compelled me not to. God, perhaps? I pulled my head out from the water, taking a deep breath after nearly turning blue. I scrubbed the remainder dirt off of my body before emerging from the pool of water. I could hear the chants of the Pagans and the cries of my people becoming louder and louder. Completely nude, I walked across the hallway and into my dormitory. Out of all of the dresses I owned, I chose to wear the purest of them all - my simple white bustier gown. A white more pure than ivory. I went over to a mirror that decorated an entire wall. I gazed at it, looking at my semi-dry hair that lay in length just below my bust. It did not satisfy me. Taking several moments to lavish my hair, I braided it intricately and entwined several pearl-like stones. If I had to die, I would die feeling like royalty feeling beautiful, and pure. The battle groans were louder now than ever. The savages were here - just at the cusp of the castle. The ground trembled with their attacks. It was time. Abandoning the mirror, I greeted the window. Grazing the window's sill with my fingers, I looked down at the men that terrorized the city. Most men were armored, but one man... One Pagan was free of armor, nearly naked. Only the blood of his enemies and the markings on his skin clothed his muscular figure. I watched this man intently. He was truly more beast than man. He was a monster in the eyes of Christ. A true product of the devil. My life, now, was at the mercy of a Pagan a demon. My last saving grace was God, to believe in the power of Jesus Christ, and in the holy grace of the Virgin Mary. As the heavy iron doors of the castle are breached, I looked towards the sky out the window and prayed the only way I knew how - through my voice . Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and in the hour of our death. Amen.