Chapter 6: Discovery in the Dark
Well dear, hope this is enough for you to start, let me know what you think!
Another day was drawing to a close as the almighty Dictator once again left the main stone hall of his fortress, and was escorted by his guards towards the Blue Eyes temple. The deity of all dragons had been the guiding force of the Kingdom since it was built. Legends of ( Read more... )
Another day was drawing to a close as the almighty Dictator once again left the main stone hall of his fortress, and was escorted by his guards towards the Blue Eyes temple. The deity of all dragons had been the guiding force of the Kingdom since it was built. Legends of ( Read more... )
In that instant, it was as if everything was in slow motion. The minute he looked around at the sound of the girls voice, Amelda stiffened at the sight tumbling towards him. Instinctivly, he could have stepped aside and got out out the way in time, but the first thing that came to mind was Mana's safety, not his own.
Without even realising it, his body moved of it's own accord,latching onto the mage as she crashed into his arms. He clung to her tightly, as if she was his lifeline, while the impact knocked the both down the stairs. It was then that the momentum sped up once more, and in a instant Amelda felt his skin bruise as his back came in contact against the stairs. They fell and fell, all the way down, before landing with a dull thud at the base of the steps, the thief still gripping the girl tightly as she lay on top of him.
"Are you...okay Mana?" Amelda groaned, trying to ignore the throbbing feeling in his spine as he sat up, while trying to see if the apprentice was without injury.
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It felt like they had been falling forever. Until they had ceased moving, Mana had held her breath. Then she began to panic.
She didn't even answer his question. Of course, Mana was much more worried about the thief than about herself. She quickly scrambled off of him, but kept softly touching his face and shoulders. "Amelda! Are you okay?! I am so, so, so, so, sorry! I just wanted to talk, but you walked away, and now I've made a mess of everything and you're hurt!"
Tears began to fill her eyes, but she quickly pushed them away. Crying wouldn't help her friend!
"Okay, I'm gonna do a cooling charm so that your back won't hurt so bad, okay?" Even though she was very frightened for Amelda, the incantation sang from her lips as fluidly as a bird's song. The energy relaxed his muscles and spine, slowly draining away the pain.
Upon hearing the ruckus from the stairs, the thief's own comrades rushed to the scene.
[Hope that's okay - I mean, he DID fall down the stairs. ^^;;;]
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"What the bloody hell is going on here?!" Varon shouted, as he and Raphael rushed in from the back of the house, only to blink in surprise at seeing Amelda sprawled on the ground, his face twisted in pain. Meanwhile, the mage they had been hiding was hovering over him, hands aglow with a strange aura. She seemed focused on her task, as if possessed.
Sadly, the pairs assumption of the what was going on was not favourable; they actually thought Mana was hurting Amelda!
"What are you doing to him you little witch!" Raphael blurted out, instinctively glaring daggers at the magician, lunging forward.
Whether the bulky blonde was planning to push her away, hit her, or take any other form of action was unknown. There was no way to be sure, as the strongest of the thieves was stopped dead in his tracks...by the one he was going to protect.
Amelda shakily stood, blue-grey eyes ablaze, as his larger friend skidded to a halt in his rampage just in time. The redhead still held his ground, arms outstretched in protection of Mana, who was still on the floor behind him.
"Stop it," he hissed, swaying a little, though still holding his stance. "It's not her fault, I'm fine..."
"Like hell, you're bleeding!" Varon interrupted, crouching down as Amelda lost what lttle balance he had. Luckily, the cocky thief caught him in time. "Come on, we can get you bandaged up..."
Unfortunately, the wounded male was in no mood to accept the kind offer, shrugging away the hand on his shoulder callously. His emotions were running high, common sense beyond comprehension.
"Just leave it!" he snapped harshly, causing Mana to flinch.
When he finally got to his feet again, the weary man tried to stagger away from his friends, gaining a concerned look from two of the group. Varon however, no longer had any patience for such behaviourto those trying to help.
"You're not...indestructable...so stop...acting like you are!" he muttered, but it ended in a loud uproar from the usually joking thief. The words were flowing freely from his lips, like molten lava from an erupting volcano, uncontrolled and unstoppable. And as such, it had a devastating consequence. "We're not, you're not, and I'll tell you something, your mum and brother certainly weren't when the magicians blew them sky high!"
That was when silence fell, and movement ceased.
Placing a hand on his mouth, Varon looked bewildered, as if he couldn't believe what he had just said. He could tell that Raphael and the magician apprentice felt the same, but it was the red haired males expression he was fearful of; mainly because, from what he could see of the others face, there was none.
"Amelda, look I didn't mean..." the brunette stuttered, but never got the chance to finish his sentence.
There were no outcries, no screams, no punches thrown. Only the sound of the trap door slamming shut as the brusied and battered mercenary made his escape to the attic room, leaving his two friends regretful, and the young girl lost for words.
It was only when the door shut behind him that Amelda screamed to himself, slamming his fist into the nearest wall in fury. Despite everything said however, all of his anger was directed at himself. Ity was not as if he wasn't annoyed at Varon's words. Quite rightly, he as furious! However, it was the memory of that day, and his lack of action, his mistakes that wer knawing at his mind. It was that sense of failure, the same feeling he had towards his actions at Mana before, that was consuming him.
Just as he was regaining his composture, a familiar creak caused him to stiffen. He knew the trapdoor was opening, but he had little thought on how it was. At that point he didn't care; he just wanted to be alone.
"Look will just leave me-" he began to yell, but when he turned around, the sight of a teary eyed Mana greet him, and Amelda instantly a sharp stabbing pain in his chest. His vocal chords numbed, and he suddenly felt overcome with a deep sense of self-loathing.
Tis fine, sorry for angsty stuff, don't hurt me! >_<
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Lip trembling and hands shaking, Mana hesitated in the doorway. It wasn't that she was afraid of Amelda. The moment Varon had said what he said, an instant wave of confusion and shame had washed over her. 'His mother and his brother...killed...?'
All of her life, Mana had been raised to believe that her people were noble and the people of the Dragon Kingdom were not. Although to her, they were the ones in the wrong, she hadn't held it against the people. Their Dictator started it, didn't he? Did not the stories told about that wicked man send shivers of fright in every young mage? It was why they had to fight against him and his followers, his people, because that was the only way. Peace treaties had remained unheard of, because of the intensity of the fighting...
Magicians vowed to take the road of honor and truth, that's what Master Mahaado always taught. They would not take innocent lives for revenge.
Or would they? 'No, my people wouldn't...'
"Amelda..." she murmured. "Did my people really...?"
Naaah, I wouldn't hurt ya! ;D
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However, before the young girl had a chance to finish her sentence, she found herself pulled forward, colliding with another body. Strong arms wrapped around her form and clutched her tightly. She stilled as she heard a heartbest through the chest, heavy breath against her skin, as the other struggled to stay standing.
Whatever had possesed him to act this way again Amelda wasn't sure, but he just had to stop the conversation. He couldn't talk about it; no wonrd had been uttered for nearly ten years, and he wasn't about to start. It was not due to distrust of Mana though. The theif simply couldn't handle thinking about the incident so long ago; the crashes, the screams, the blood...
Whatever issues he had, he would not impose them on a girl who could still maintain her beautiful innocence, even if it was only for a little longer.
"Just forget it okay?" he mumbled, fingers suddenly entangled in her soft strands of hair, as his head just rested on top of hers. "Trust me, you wouldn't want to hear about it."
Phew thank goodness!! ^^
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After a long pause, the magician girl said, "Okay, Amelda," but after another long pause, she added, "But I can listen if you ever need me to, all right?"
Then Mana looked up, giving him a shy smile. "We can still be friends, yes?"
A post or two to finish this chapter, then? And I'll start ASAP on the next one. ^___^
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The awkwardness was gone, and he felt like a little part him was glowing in warmth due to to Mana's closeness. If he was in a normal state he probably would have been embarassed. Still, he couldn't deny...it felt...nice...
And so he continued to hold her. For the moment, everything was okay. The war, the pain, the fighting, it was all gone within that embrace.
Okies! You want to add more, go ahead. If not, I shall see you in the next chapter!! Take time if you are busy, good luck with exams and such dear. *glomp*
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