Working Draft: Overviews of background stories for challenge
Amelia's eyes grew wide. "He's got the key?!"
Matayas nodded his head. "We need to get her out of the village. Where is she Amelia?"
Amelia shook her head with desperation, "I don't know. I stopped going when Viktor caught me visiting once. He was right, it was becoming too dangerous to see her under the circumstances. I told Tanis to move the family somewhere safe and never tell a soul. Not even me."
Matayas nodded curtly. "He will tell me." There was a certainty to voice. Poor Tanis if he was to deny him the information he desired.
"Go now, quickly! Come back with news. We must get to her before the Lycans do!" Her voice was low and dangerous but not without much worry.
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“No! You don’t understand. She is never to know. Do you understand, never! Amelia wills it as such.”
The odd green eyes of Andreas Tanis peered curiously at Matayas as the Knight paced like a caged animal in front of him. Truth be told, this was the first time he had seen the old knight so riled up. In a way it sort of amused him.
“My, my Matayas, what has gotten you so worried?”
Matayas stormed up to Tanis, his eyes dark and troubled. The historian could feel his hot breath on his face. “Sonia is dead. And Lucian is free.” Tanis’ mouth slightly parted as he drew a slow breath into his body. “My God,” a look of concern crossed his face. “So the real war has started, hasn’t it?” He was struck with a sudden realization. “Wait, that means…”
Matayas crossed his black leather clad arms across his chest. “That means that Lucian has the key…,” his brooding eyes met Tanis’ green ones as he continued to slowly pace around the room while he seethed. “That means-”
“That with the help of Lucian and the key, all Marcus has to do is find her. Lucian probably sent the Lycan horde to look for her as we speak.”
Matayas closed his eyes and rubbed his temple. “It’s not only Marcus I’m afraid of.”
The historian peered at Matayas from the corner of his eyes. “Who then?”
“Viktor.”
“Viktor? Why Viktor? What’s he got to…ooooh. I see.”
Matayas’ head snapped up quickly. His hands grabbed the dark purple velour of Tanis’ collar and pushed him against the wall. “No, you don’t see, you don’t know and most importantly, you don’t write. Understand?” Sighing deeply, Matayas let him go with a quick apologetic look.
Tanis searched Matayas’ face with his sparking eyes. “Why do you hate them so? Viktor and Marcus, you hate them. I can see it in your eyes.” Matayas turned to look out of the castle window.
“Marcus is honorable but too weak to understand what it means to do his service to the coven. And Viktor, Viktor is a ruthless warlord with no honour what-so-ever.”
Tanis chuckled darkly as he looked at Matayas with a questioning in his eyes. “And Amelia, what of her? Is she honourable, throwing her lot in with Viktor?” The Knight shot Tanis a cautionary stormy look. “Amelia…does what she has to.”
“I see.” Tanis chuckled a little. “You know, I didn’t understand it before. But now I do. I understand why Amelia is concerned about her daughter. With Selene being the heir to the throne one day if,God forbid, anything ever happened to our precious Amelia or to Viktor or Marcus…but why do you care?”
“Because I serve Amelia.”
“Riiiiiight. I'm sure that's it exactly.”
“I don’t have time for this, Tanis. You just makes sure that your quill is not faster than your reason. I’m going to for the girl!” Matayas turned his back and began walking out the door, “I must take her someplace safe before the Lycans get to the village!”
Tanis gazed across the room in thought and whispered quietly, “I don’t think it’s the Lycans you should be most concerned with.”
Yes, Tanis kept everyones secrets.
****
The village had already been ravaged by the Lycan when they arrived on their swiftest horses. Amelia's throat constricted as if death had squeezed it with its bony fingers, itself. Fear made her heart pound roughly against her breastplate. What if she was already dead, or worse?
"Amelia, my dear, tell me what she looks like so that I can help you find her." Amelia raised brow at Viktor. "Thank you Viktor, but just take care of the Lycan and I will search for her." Amelia prodded her horse forward into the village, leaving Viktor eyes to trail behind her as he frowned.
****
The blood flowed down his chin as he held the girl in his arms. She would not turn, no, she would simply die. Just like her twin cousin. Wiping the blood from his chin, he heard the beast behind him. Spinning on his heels, he plunged his swoard into the Lycans midsection and bared his fangs at it. It lay dead on the floor. Looking back into the barn, another girl, older, appear in the doorway from where she had been spying. No longer did he need to ask Amelia for a description, the girl looked quite like her royal mother...
"Don't be afraid, my child. Come. The beasts that ravaged your family are dead." She ran into his arms...
*******
Her eyes glowed green as she glared at him. "You lied to me."
********
The metal coffin encased her body and locked her underneath the ground at the same time that a metal disk, thicker then the door of Ordoghaz itself, rolled into place trapping the knights in their cold, damp cave. Both parties would slumber, one only peacefully.
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Matayas nodded his head. "We need to get her out of the village. Where is she Amelia?"
Amelia shook her head with desperation, "I don't know. I stopped going when Viktor caught me visiting once. He was right, it was becoming too dangerous to see her under the circumstances. I told Tanis to move the family somewhere safe and never tell a soul. Not even me."
Matayas nodded curtly. "He will tell me." There was a certainty to voice. Poor Tanis if he was to deny him the information he desired.
"Go now, quickly! Come back with news. We must get to her before the Lycans do!" Her voice was low and dangerous but not without much worry.
*****
“No! You don’t understand. She is never to know. Do you understand, never! Amelia wills it as such.”
The odd green eyes of Andreas Tanis peered curiously at Matayas as the Knight paced like a caged animal in front of him. Truth be told, this was the first time he had seen the old knight so riled up. In a way it sort of amused him.
“My, my Matayas, what has gotten you so worried?”
Matayas stormed up to Tanis, his eyes dark and troubled. The historian could feel his hot breath on his face. “Sonia is dead. And Lucian is free.” Tanis’ mouth slightly parted as he drew a slow breath into his body. “My God,” a look of concern crossed his face. “So the real war has started, hasn’t it?” He was struck with a sudden realization. “Wait, that means…”
Matayas crossed his black leather clad arms across his chest. “That means that Lucian has the key…,” his brooding eyes met Tanis’ green ones as he continued to slowly pace around the room while he seethed. “That means-”
“That with the help of Lucian and the key, all Marcus has to do is find her. Lucian probably sent the Lycan horde to look for her as we speak.”
Matayas closed his eyes and rubbed his temple. “It’s not only Marcus I’m afraid of.”
The historian peered at Matayas from the corner of his eyes. “Who then?”
“Viktor.”
“Viktor? Why Viktor? What’s he got to…ooooh. I see.”
Matayas’ head snapped up quickly. His hands grabbed the dark purple velour of Tanis’ collar and pushed him against the wall. “No, you don’t see, you don’t know and most importantly, you don’t write. Understand?” Sighing deeply, Matayas let him go with a quick apologetic look.
Tanis searched Matayas’ face with his sparking eyes. “Why do you hate them so? Viktor and Marcus, you hate them. I can see it in your eyes.” Matayas turned to look out of the castle window.
“Marcus is honorable but too weak to understand what it means to do his service to the coven. And Viktor, Viktor is a ruthless warlord with no honour what-so-ever.”
Tanis chuckled darkly as he looked at Matayas with a questioning in his eyes. “And Amelia, what of her? Is she honourable, throwing her lot in with Viktor?” The Knight shot Tanis a cautionary stormy look. “Amelia…does what she has to.”
“I see.” Tanis chuckled a little. “You know, I didn’t understand it before. But now I do. I understand why Amelia is concerned about her daughter. With Selene being the heir to the throne one day if,God forbid, anything ever happened to our precious Amelia or to Viktor or Marcus…but why do you care?”
“Because I serve Amelia.”
“Riiiiiight. I'm sure that's it exactly.”
“I don’t have time for this, Tanis. You just makes sure that your quill is not faster than your reason. I’m going to for the girl!” Matayas turned his back and began walking out the door, “I must take her someplace safe before the Lycans get to the village!”
Tanis gazed across the room in thought and whispered quietly, “I don’t think it’s the Lycans you should be most concerned with.”
Yes, Tanis kept everyones secrets.
****
The village had already been ravaged by the Lycan when they arrived on their swiftest horses. Amelia's throat constricted as if death had squeezed it with its bony fingers, itself. Fear made her heart pound roughly against her breastplate. What if she was already dead, or worse?
"Amelia, my dear, tell me what she looks like so that I can help you find her." Amelia raised brow at Viktor. "Thank you Viktor, but just take care of the Lycan and I will search for her." Amelia prodded her horse forward into the village, leaving Viktor eyes to trail behind her as he frowned.
****
The blood flowed down his chin as he held the girl in his arms. She would not turn, no, she would simply die. Just like her twin cousin. Wiping the blood from his chin, he heard the beast behind him. Spinning on his heels, he plunged his swoard into the Lycans midsection and bared his fangs at it. It lay dead on the floor. Looking back into the barn, another girl, older, appear in the doorway from where she had been spying. No longer did he need to ask Amelia for a description, the girl looked quite like her royal mother...
"Don't be afraid, my child. Come. The beasts that ravaged your family are dead." She ran into his arms...
*******
Her eyes glowed green as she glared at him. "You lied to me."
********
The metal coffin encased her body and locked her underneath the ground at the same time that a metal disk, thicker then the door of Ordoghaz itself, rolled into place trapping the knights in their cold, damp cave. Both parties would slumber, one only peacefully.
*******