Saturday, July 27, 2013

Chapter 17

Deanna stirred and tried to raise her hand to her forehead, where a headache was throbbing, but she couldn't reach her head and heard the distinct clank of metal.
She opened her eyes and saw that she had been chained to a wall. She tugged experimentally on them, but they were well made and looked brand new.
She looked around to see that she was being held in a small room with straw laid out on the stone floor to offer little to no comfort. There was a window with bars on it that allowed a little light to shine in, eliminating the iron bars that made up one of the walls.
She was in a jail cell.
"Hello?" She called, confused as to why she had been kidnapped and hoping to get answers. "Is anyone there?"
There was laughter from the next cell across from hers. "There's never anybody down here, sweetie."
"Who are you?" Deanna asked, trying once more to loosen the shackles.
"My name is not important," The voice responded. "I've just been here a very long time."
"Do you know why I'm here?" She asked.
There was silence and then more laughter. "You're going to ask a prisoner that question? Because they tell me all of their plans, right?"
"I was only wondering if you had maybe overheard something." Deanna said defensively. She did not appreciate being laughed at.
There was the sound of a door opening and closing and then footsteps.
"Well, looks like your about to get your answer." The prisoner said.
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"Are you kidding me?!" Cadman said incredulously after the Inn Keeper had told him the price that he owed. "For just one night?!"
The Inn Keeper just stood there patiently until Cadman finished his tirade.
"Sir," The man began. "Those are our fees when a party of four plus four horses and a wagon, plus all the extras that you ordered. I am sorry."
Cadman just glared, the man's patience irritating him even more than the price of the rooms.
"Cadman, I'll pay for it." Cayle said, stepping forward.
"No." Cadman snapped. "I can pay for the damned rooms; I just don't like that this place overprices everything!"
After having paid, Cadman stormed outside and began yelling at Finn for choosing the most expensive Inn in the country.
Finn stood there patiently and let Cadman rant before calmly turning around and climbing up on the wagon.
"Not to mention," Cadman began again as he mounted one of the horses. "We still have to buy another wagon, so thank you, once again Finn, for choosing the most expensive damn place."
"I already apologized, what more do you want?" Finn asked calmly.
Cadman just glared at him.
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The footsteps grew closer and louder with each second.
Deanna waited expectantly until the lone guard approached her cell. He smirked at her.
"Well, well," He said. "Look who's finally awake."
"Where am I?" Deanna asked.
"You're about to find out." The guard said as he unlocked the door.
He walked in and took off her chains, which fell to the floor with an echo. He pulled out a pair of smaller chains and put them on her wrists behind her before pushing her out of the cell.
"Your feet aren't chained, you can move faster than that." He said as he pushed her again. ?
She turned to glare at him. "I have no idea where I am and you expect me to lead? I guess they don't teach brains or manners in guard-school."
"Why you!" He raised his fist to strike her, but another voice cut through his rage.
"Mike! If you hurt her in any way the master will put you in a cell with the rats and you know it! So don't be an idiot." The other guard walked up. "Put your fist down."
The first guard, Mike, after a few more moments, finally put his arm down.
"Here, I'll take her to the hall, you go cool off." The second said.
Mike just nodded and walked off, casting a glare in her direction.
"Now, just who is this 'master' you keep talking about?" Deanna asked.
"Keep your mouth shut." He said as he shoved her forward.
"When are you people going to realize that I don't know the way! So it's really pointless to let me go first." She pointed out.
"I said," The guard began. "Keep your mouth shut."
But he did begin leading her from her side.
Deanna shrugged mentally. At least he wasn't shoving her around anymore.
Now she had to turn her focus to this mysterious master of theirs. Who would want her captured?

Thursday, July 18, 2013

Chapter 16

Deanna knocked on the locked door, confused. She'd ridden up and had been in the process of dismounting when the Inn doors had slammed shut, and the windows locked up.
She had stopped ,mid-dismount, in confusion before continuing, wondering what on earth that was about.
There wasn't a soul on the street, and all the windows were shut tight, and no light seeped through. All was silent.
When she got no answer at the door, she walked back down the stairs to Krennan, who was looking around at the seemingly deserted town.
"This is kind of spooky." She commented. There wasn't even a rat in the alley-ways. "Do you see anyone?"
Krennan snorted and shook his head. Nope.
She picked up his reins and led him through the town to the other side where the woods began again, all the while looking at the buildings, all boarded up with no sign of life.
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Cayle opened his eyes. He'd come up the stairs to his room and had collapsed on the bed in total exhaustion and had immediately fallen asleep.
He sat up and stretched, coming to his feet to look out the window. It was mid-morning at least.
"I must have been even more tired than I thought..." He said, turning away from the window and heading to the door and down the stairs.
"Morning, sleeping beauty." Cadman's voice called to him from one of the tables. "What caused you to come awake to spend some time with us worthless peasants?"
"Do you ever shut up?" Cayle responded, sitting at the table.
Cadman thought a moment before shaking his head.
Cayle rolled his eyes.
"Where's the coffee?" He asked.
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Deanna sat by her fire, pondering what she had seen at the town. She chewed distractedly on her food, not really tasting it.
Krennan started snorting and stopping his feet, shaking Deanna from her revere.
"Whats wrong?" She asked, jumping to her feet. Krennan neighed loudly and stopped some more and tried to run towards her.
She turned to see what was making him so upset. A bag was thrown over her head, making the world go dark.
She started struggling and her captor hit her over the head with something, and she slowly slipped into unconsciousness, the last thing she heard was Krennan's panicked neighing.

Saturday, July 13, 2013

Chapter 15

Herndon sat at the table, spinning his drink.
The staff was cowering from him, and the other customers had left some time ago. Either by choice or by being thrown out.
Herndon was very particular about who he spent his time with.
He looked at the bar to see the bartender cowering behind it. No longer was he cleaning the bar with a carefree attitude.
Herndon glanced at the body on whom he was resting his feet.
The man had tried to be a hero and make him leave, Herndon recalled. But his heroism was no match for Herndon's knife.
The only good thing the man had done in his life, as far as Herndon was concerned, was providing him a footrest.
He smirked as he called over the serving girl to refill his drink.
"She should be coming around any time now," He said.
The girl stayed a bit longer than he wanted. He glared at her.
She winced. "Pardon me, sir, I thought you were speaking to me." She kept her eyes lowered.
He did not respond, all he did was fix her with an ice stare until she went away.
Talking with her was beneath him.
He went to take a drink of his newly refilled cup, when the door burst open and one of his spies ran in, out of breath.
"Sir!" He said, saluting between his huffs.
"What is it?" Herndon demanded.
"She's coming south! She didn't take the bait." The man reported.
Herndon didn't respond, thinking it over.
"How did she know?" He asked quietly, glancing over at the bartender and the serving girl, who'd both peeked their heads out from behind the counter, ducking back when they saw that he'd seen them.
"I don't know, sir." The man said, standing at attention. "She just turned south after her horse threw a fit."
"Her horse?" Herndon repeated. The man nodded.
"Yes, sir."
Herndon thought for a moment.
"Get back to work, but reported back here tomorrow, I'll have a new assignment for you." He said.
"Yes, sir." The man said, bowing briefly before turning on his heel and running out the door, leaving Herndon with his thoughts.
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Deanna dismounted and led Krennan off the road into the trees for a rest where she loosened the girth to allow him to breathe easier.
She searched her packs for the food, taking out some bread and cheese and an apple. She held the apple out for Krennan to eat; when he was finished, she sat beneath one of the trees and ate her own meal.
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"I see them!" Finn said to Cadman as he glanced out the window of the Inn.
Cadman looked up from where he had been studying the map. "About time." He said as he got to his feet.
They walked out the door and stood by the wagon to wait for Cayle and Alroy to reach them.
Cayle had been trying unsuccessfully to get Alroy to tell him how he knew the customs of the Gypsies, but Alroy would just change the subject or remain silent. So they spent the remainder of their journey in silence.
There has to be some way to get him to open up. Cayle thought to himself.
He saw his companions waiting in front of an Inn and decided to let Alroy be, and allow him to reveal more of his past to them when he was ready, though Cayle burned with curiosity, he finally let the subject drop.
"Have fun?" Cadman asked.
"Oh yes, tons and tons of fun." Cayle answered sarcastically. "Can we go inside? We've been on our feet all day."      

Thursday, July 4, 2013

Chapter 14

(Happy 4th of July!!!!!!)

Krennan woke Deanna in what seemed like an hours time.
She stood and tightened Krennan's saddle once more, almost in a daze.
She blinked and wiped at her eyes, digging the sand out. She took out her canteen and poured some water into her hand and used that to wipe her eyes; hoping that the cool water would make her eyes more alert, but to no avail.
"Why am I always tired, Krennan?" She asked as she led him back to the main road. "It just doesn't seem fair."
She mounted and they resumed their path.
She looked up at the sky and saw the stars were wrong for dusk, which is what it was when they first went into the forest.
She halted Krennan and stared at the stars.
"Why didn't you wake me earlier, Krennan?" She asked. "It's dawn, not dusk."
He snorted in reply and began walking forward again, ignoring the stunned girl on his back.
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Finn and Cadman reached the town before dusk the second night. Finn pulled the wagon in through the front gates and looked for the sign to the Inn.
Cadman was passed out in the back from having too much brandy.
He saw the grapes which signaled that it was the Inn and headed for it.
He jumped down from the wagon after securing the horses to the cart, and the cart and horses to the pole out front.
The horses each gave him a wounded expression.
He walked inside and spoke with the Inn Keeper about three rooms, which the Inn Keeper said had just opened up.
He took Finn to examine them. They were clean and modest. Perfect.
He bought the rooms and went back outside to take care of the oaf in the back.
He glanced in and saw Cadman still passed out. He climbed in and shook him, trying to get him to wake up, but to no avail.
"Fine," He said. "You want to play, we'll play."
He jumped down from the wagon and walked over to the watering box right in front of the Inn for the horses, took a bucket and filled it with water and began walking back to the wagon, a smile on his young face.
The Inn workers were busy setting up the rooms that the newcomer had requested when they heard a scream coming from outside.
They all looked out to see what was happening and they saw a soaking wet man chasing around a younger man, who was laughing very hard, but, despite his laughter, still managed to stay just out of the other man's reach.
They all shrugged and resumed their work.
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"How did you know what to do back there?" Cayle asked. "I had no idea that woman was the elder."
Alroy shrugged as his only response.
"Aren't you going to answer me?" Cayle said. "How did you know to interact with them like that? I've never known how to tell the elder from a tribesman."
"Guess you weren't paying attention." Alroy said. "OK, we're almost there, should we stop for lunch or keep going?"
Cayle looked at the road ahead. He could almost see the towers that alerted any traveler that there is a town ahead.
"It's not that far, I say we just head straight there." He said.
Alroy nodded.