Recap:
"Ouch, that hurts!"
He smirks at her, his dull eyes look at her terrified face. She is shaking and he
reviles in it. Turning his head, he orders the high priest to take her to a tower
in the Abbey and lock her up.
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To Be Continued....
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Like right now!
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"You are never going to win! I will fight you and you will-"
His sickening laugh echo's the walls and overshadows her voice.
"Will you, now? Me, the arch-duke of a stable village? With people stronger
and bigger in numbers? You, a fat dunce with no chance against me? You
couldn't even stand up to your own brother. You had to get dear, sweetheart
father to help you....and look what happened to him. It's all your fault, you
did it to him."
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"Shut up!", she shouted in an up roar.
Her face contorted in a look of pain and fear. Tears swelling in her eyes.
"What can't handle the truth? Are the flashbacks to painful? Good, I want
you to use that feeling for my plan. Now, hurry, and take her a way, her
face repulses me!"
The high priest lead her a way. He refuses to look her in the eye. They come
to a stair way. They travel up it in silence. The sun is going down and clouds
are covering the sky. An ember light disappearing into a dull grey.
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They go up a few levels until they reach the top and come to a stop in front
of a small wooden door. Black handle and bolts wielded into the door to
easily lock.
Inside the room there was a book shelf barren as the room, save for three to
four books in a fair size. A hideously colored red brown bed. Lumpy and old
with no pillows and a thin blanket. An open window with no glass or hatch to
cover it. A night stand with a use candle on it and a bible next to it.
She's chained to the bed by her ankle and her wrists are tied in front of her.
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Nothing had been said between them for a long time and the silence is
deafening. The high priest turns to leave, his emotions in a torrent of guilt
and a mix of other feelings. Until she spoke up, stopping him from moving
any further.
"He threatened him, didn't he?"
The high priest lowers his head in shame and grief.
"Yes.....he did."
She smiled woefully.
"Tell timothy, I said hi."
"My brother would have loved you."
With that, he locked the door and descended the stairs. She sighed, once she was alone. A bitter regret pungent in the air.
"Crash, Crash, Crash it comes down. Pain and regret is all I get."
She looks a round the dark room and her eyes dim.
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In my notebook, I drew a picture of a character asking another character if
they like a supporting character and say nothing. I don't how to put up
comic's and writing is my stronger suit besides it.
That's all I wanted to say. Breaks like this, will happen often.
Because I want to and I want to ask:
If I get a few things wrong, tell me.
I had to do some research, trust me. I hate research.
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To Be Continued....
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