06-25-2009, 05:58 AM
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Marcus lost all patience and reason as he pushed past Daniel and bolted through the door. "Samantha!" he cried as he rushed to the aid of the child, now limp and helpless in the man's arms. "Samantha! Dear lord!"
Daniel shook his head. It was no dream he just had. Not any type he's ever had before.
"Oh, dear gods," the Herbalist gasped. She pushed the doorway wide open and shouted "Quickly, get her inside."
Quickly, the young girl was rushed into the house and gently laid to rest on the couch. Exhausted as she was from whatever ordeal she suffered, she was barely a puppet as blankets and pillows were used to comfort her.
Not once did Marcus leave her side.
The branches and thorns of the bush she was thrown into tore into her flesh. The wind knocked out of her, Hallah barely took notice of the man armed with the spiked mace. Alston, bruised and battered, defensively raised the sword once again even as more men on horseback approached.
How many more?
Ten? Twenty?
With a resounding crack, the mace made contact and knocked Alston backwards. No longer did he have the sword in his possession; his arm was shattered by the impact. Alston tried to roll away, but the man had other plans. A swift kick in the ribs made the young man crumple up in pain.
Hallah watched in fear as the thug lifted the mace in the air. She raised her arms and pressed the palms of her hands together as she hastily began a chant.
"Robin? Robin, dear."
"Her mind still clouded with visions of battle, Robin looked around her bedroom as she finally focused on her mother standing over her. "Robin."
"W-what is it, mom." she asked, wiping the sand from her eyes.
"I don't know, but there's something going on at Danny's house."
Marcus lost all patience and reason as he pushed past Daniel and bolted through the door. "Samantha!" he cried as he rushed to the aid of the child, now limp and helpless in the man's arms. "Samantha! Dear lord!"
Daniel shook his head. It was no dream he just had. Not any type he's ever had before.
"Oh, dear gods," the Herbalist gasped. She pushed the doorway wide open and shouted "Quickly, get her inside."
Quickly, the young girl was rushed into the house and gently laid to rest on the couch. Exhausted as she was from whatever ordeal she suffered, she was barely a puppet as blankets and pillows were used to comfort her.
Not once did Marcus leave her side.
* * *
The branches and thorns of the bush she was thrown into tore into her flesh. The wind knocked out of her, Hallah barely took notice of the man armed with the spiked mace. Alston, bruised and battered, defensively raised the sword once again even as more men on horseback approached.
How many more?
Ten? Twenty?
With a resounding crack, the mace made contact and knocked Alston backwards. No longer did he have the sword in his possession; his arm was shattered by the impact. Alston tried to roll away, but the man had other plans. A swift kick in the ribs made the young man crumple up in pain.
Hallah watched in fear as the thug lifted the mace in the air. She raised her arms and pressed the palms of her hands together as she hastily began a chant.
* * *
"Robin? Robin, dear."
"Her mind still clouded with visions of battle, Robin looked around her bedroom as she finally focused on her mother standing over her. "Robin."
"W-what is it, mom." she asked, wiping the sand from her eyes.
"I don't know, but there's something going on at Danny's house."