Thread: Certain Doom, Interrupted (Methos and Autumn)

There was a war waging amidst mighty Greece and for once, Mighty Greece was falling. Surrounding enemy territories had taken a preemptive strike, using the element of surprise, and invaded the one land known for its invincible heroes and undefeated battles. For years, a group of weary men from all over the world had banded together, training hour after painstaking hour just to have this moment of pleasure, this honor, of invading Greece. Their muscles groaned in protest, hands were stained with blood, and brows covered in sweat as one by one they fought their way to victory. Ithaca, Cephalonia, Leucas, and Zacynthus had already been captured, the very first to fall prey to the enemy. For months, Greece could hear the cries of her citizens, blood-curdling screams filling the night air and fire burning her lands to ashes as they moved more inward and away from the sea. Kings were forced from their beds, either slaughtered or running to safety as their wives and children were forced to suffer much worse fates. Most of them, being arrogant and proud, never looked back for their families. King Kleitos, however, was of a different caliber. He was well-known for his fairness in ruling, his gentleness, and his love for his only living relative his sister, Ambrosia. Like vortexes in the night, they came, terrorizing through the city. Stealth was unnecessary when you had power and brute strength, both of which they used to their advantages. Several heathen men climbed into the palace walls, scouring for treasures of any sort. It was a strong shake that woke Kleitos, his commander tugging at him with urgency. We must go, hurry hurry. The walls, they burn! Confused as he was, the old king listened as he surged from his bed and toward a tunnel that would lead them to safety. Stop, where is my sister? He asked, his wise gray eyes searching for her. It is too late, I watched them carry her out. Only sheer force kept Kleitos from returning for her, overpowered by men who thought his life to be far more important than that of a princess. By then, they knew she must be dead or dying. A boat took Kleitos and survivors to an uninhabited island in the center of the Aegean Sea, the opposite side from which the deadly army came. It was the gathering place of the surviving Kings of Greece and also where they plotted how to regain their territories. As soon as his feet touched the sand, Kleitos was pleading with the leader of the armies, begging them to return for his beloved sister, a princess of Greece no less! The silk draping on the windows was suddenly still, the lack of breeze causing the air to be so stale she couldn't breathe. A foul stench of smoke assaulted her nose, bringing the princess out of her slumber. Torches created shadows on the stone walls, moving too quickly to be anyone who belonged there. Whispered voices stirred the stillness, warning her that their owners were not friendly. Heart pounded against her chest, the hollow sound reverberating in her ears. Carefully pushing away the thick linen, she rolled out of bed and onto the cold floor. Eyes watching the dark corridor, her left hand reached to grasp a sharp dagger from beneath the bedrolls. Yards of red silk billowed from her body, the color making her more of a target. Bare feet padded on the floor as she raced toward the second entrance to her chamber, having seen no light coming from the area. Slipping behind the wall, she could hear harsh voices exchanging conversation as they suddenly entered the room she had been sleeping in only minutes before. Shaky free hand came to her mouth, clasping over it so that her ragged breaths could not be heard. She backed away from the doorway, inching down the black hallway when she felt a strong arm clutch her middle. Gotcha! He proclaimed, underestimating her. Quickly, her left hand plunged into his gut, wasting no time when his arm loosened around her to run as quickly as possible. His yelps alerted the men, their heavy footsteps racing after her. Get her! They chanted, gaining on her speed. Finally, one caught her, both of his arms grasping around her chest so tightly he forced the air from his lungs. He lifted her five-foot six-inch frame off the floor, all the while her strong legs kicked mercilessly. Another man joined to gather and bind her arms and legs, making her more helpless as they carried her away from the comforts of her room and into the unknown.