Thread: Path to the Bloodied Crown (MasterOfWhispers and Frogger.)

Dreams are windows into your subconscious, revealing secret desires, past memoriesand at times, strange, outlandish possibilities. Most often than not, upon awakening these dreams are forgotten as though they never existed. Howeverevery once in a while, one will linger just along the edges of your mind when you awake. Such dreams strike fear, invoke suspicionand can even bring inspiration. It really depends on the person in question. The images can be distortedor misinterpreted in some way, and so read and thought of wrong. Yet this nightmare became a realityor at least, a part of it. Hundreds, perhaps thousands, of lives, were lost just hours agoand for what, exactly? A mans ambitions, crimson red with blood? A mans greed intent onto the sight of a silver crown? In her opinionits not worth that effort. Crowns are nothing but a symbol, for kings and queens worthy of leading. Such a symbol doesnt make a person worthyit is the exclusive honor bestowed on few. No one should earn the right to rule by killing othersor by means that are less than pure. It isnt right. There has to be a mutual respect between the ruler and his peopleelse chaos will befall those innocent peopleand there will never be peace. An exaggeration it may very well bebut it can easily become truth. Maybe not now, maybe not for years to comeyet the risk still stands. If only this man can see his quest is for naughtif only the veil of greed would lift from his eyes It is unlikely, though. It has been written in the stars that such a tragedy will occur Ever since she can remember, blood has painted the grass red, and death has hung in the air. There is no changing the dream It is set in stone. Never did she imagine it coming true so quickly, and within her lifetime After all, she thought it would happen yearscenturies from now. SisterSister, are you alright? The soft voice broke through the dire thoughts, much like a ray of light bursting through thick, ominous clouds. Forest green eyes met hers, concern and fear evident within those depths. You are very quiet Did you get hurt earlier? A nervous hand rose to tuck midnight black hair behind a pointed ear. Alilthea offered a smile, though it proved to be difficult in this difficult time. I am alright Dont you worry, Laidolya. I am not hurt very much. How about you? Are you injured? Her brass eyes traveled up, then down the younger girls body, trying to see for herself if there is anything to worry about. Smudges of dirt could be seen on badly torn clothes, but other than thatshe looked fine. Of course there was deep sorrow evident in those green eyesas well as the lines of her face, but that is to be expected given the circumstances. Just a few hours agotheir parents died in a pool of blood. Nothing could have been done to save them. Wounded in both body, spirit, and perhaps even mindthere was no point in trying a spell. NoI am unharmed. That in itself is a gift, compared to Laidolyas words drifted off as her eyes flickered off to the side. A soft moan escaped a pair of bloody lips, eyes rolling in pain. There were about nine, perhaps ten people within these four walls, and half are injured in some way. Under such conditionsit would be difficult for anyone to heal these poor elves. The guards dont seem to care, eitherfor they just watch on, smugly. Triumph can be seen in their dark eyes, as could contempt and some other emotion she didnt want to put a name to. It is a gift, but we cannot linger on the misfortune of others. We mustWe must In frustration, Alilthea tossed her long, tightly bound braid over her shoulder. Unlike the majority of elves, who sport golden blond or russet brown or even midnight black hair, she had vibrant, flaming red locks that rival the color of fire. I do not know what we must dobut we cannot despair We have to keep our hope. Her eyes met those of her sister, the brass orbs only bringing out her skins rich caramel tone. I may not be able to do anything yetbut I promise you, I will do what I can to get us out. JustI need you to trust me, alright? Laidolya gave a hesitant nod. There was obvious doubt in her gaze, yet a faint hope could be seen fighting that doubt, trying to gain ground. I do trust youbecause I know, no matter what happens you will keep your word. We will escapeeven if that means we have tobe alone Her words again trailed off, this time on another note. If the two did manage to escape, what will happen to the others? What, exactly, would be their fate? When one thought about itthe possibilities were endless, really. AliWe cant just leavenot without helping everyoneWho knows what that man will do This time, horror leaked into her speech. Alilthea nudged her shoulder against that of her sister, gently. Do you really think I would leave everyone behind? I cannot, Laido. I know Mom and Dad aregone, Tears threatened to choke her at the memory, but these people are still family, even though we are not related by blood. At least these people have always been kind to you More memories rose to the surface. Harsh words, impatient gestures, and stinging blows were common in her childhood, though for what reason, she didnt know. Maybe she did wrongful things as a young elfor perhaps she didnt belong amongst these people? As a slave, it was more often than not that others found dissatisfaction in what she doesyet it was proven that she received such treatment more than others. The head maid even yelled at her oncecruel words, nonetheless, the sort of words that no child should hear from another person. Ali, you are lost in thought again Laidolyas soft, almost musical, laughter filled the air. If you are not careful, you will forever be lostnever to think clearly again. I am not lost in thoughtvery much. Aliltheas laughter joined the music, which added its own underlying melody to the original music. The young black-haired beauty bumped her shoulder against the other girls, a smile curving her lips. I believe you protest too much. Alilthea went on to comment, only to tense, brass eyes wide. Laido? Do you know that man, beyond the bars? He is gazing at us ratherintently It rather set her nerves on edge, the hunger evident in his eyes. Not to mention he was not dressed in the garb of a guard, but in clothes only royal men would be comfortable in. Laidolyas forest green eyes went to the man in question. No, I do not believe I do Fear made her spine stiffen, her hands curl into fists behind her. I do know one thing We cannot trust such a man not one who wears a look like that with such blatancy A few strands of black hair fell forward, creating a veil between her and him. I believe you are right, very much so Alilthea felt a shiver crawl throughout her body. There was definitely something about this man that set her on edge, much like prey would in the face of danger. Could it be he is a predator? Just one who wears the man of a man, and adorns himself in magnificent robes? That could be a possibility Her thoughts going rabid, she wished for a moment that she could hide behind a curtain of hair. However her crimson locks were tied back in a braid, and couldnt be used as such. The others fought to straighten. Fear was tangible in the air, anticipation interlinking its fingers with it and becoming good friends. A few hisses of pain, a wet cough, and grunts could be heard. Aliltheas metallic eyes followed the man while he scanned the cages one by one. What was he looking for? His next victim? Or perhapshe was looking for a young woman to inflict unimaginable torture upon? Do not worry, Laido I will never let anything happen to you Alilthea whispered. Their hands brushed, a symbol of love and trust in these dire times.