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Untitled (Main Story) - Prologue |
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Her whispered curse drove him over the edge, his body lunging towards her as his mind went through all the torture he would put her through...and then everything stopped, the world around him freezing as he grabbed her shoulder and saw the mark upon her neck, the mark that proved her to be the woman he'd been trained to protect, the daughter of a God. She was to bring renewed order to the crazed world outside and he was to keep her safe from those who should seek to harm her, and here he was, ready to rip her throat out.
In the second it took him to process it all, he felt his feet leave the ground, felt his body flung back through the air, felt his back hit the wall, felt his body drop to the ground. In the instant it took for him to look up, she was upon him, her hand wrapping about his throat, and it was her right, not even her strong arm, that she used to lift him up against the wall, fingers tightening around his neck as she raisedd him hgiher, lifting him until her arm was completely stretched. Her fingers continued to tighten and he found himself unable to struggle. Not only did he feel the need to protect her, but there was also something else stopping him, a mental force which held him deathly still. He'd known her mind would be strong, but he had never imagined anything like this. No one had been able to hold him since his mother when he was ten, two days before he'd killed her and his father in a fit of rage over their mutiny against the kind. He hadn't known the importance of such an act at the time. Now he was 300 years old, and here he was being slowly choked to a mortal death by the daughter of that very man he'd stood up to protect so long ago. And now he was to protect her, if she didn't kill him before he got the chance.
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 Gwendylyyn · Fri Jun 23, 2006 @ 06:03pm · 0 Comments |
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