06-06-2009, 01:47 PM
As Alexander and Hunter scrambled to the castle, they saw Grace run as well. She was running with all the strength her weakened body had left, and nearly tripped several time. It seemed like she would make, she was almost there, almost, almost......And she made it! She ran in through the doors and out of sight, safe and sound.
The same could not be said for Alexander and Hunter however as they were suddenly cut off by a lone horseman, or rather Queen. Cassandra sat proudly on her horse before them and laughed at the pathetic pair, Hunter unarmed and Alexander half dead. "I could kill you now Hunter. But for what you did to me and my lover I will make you pay in heart blood." She said hatefully as she leveled her crossbow with him. Suddenly her other hand produced a horn and she blew into it, and from the curved devil horn came a sound Hunter was probably not expecting. His own voice.
"Grace Help me!" It called in his own voice. And on cue the frightened fallen princess peaked out of the castle gates, and the crossbow fired. Grace was dead before she hit the floor, never even understanding what hit her. The crossbow bolt penetrated deep into her heart and lungs, she died several deaths. The Queen of the Brits had no smile on her face, no visage of vengeance completed or revenge taken. She had a sour look on her face and in truth felt dirty for having slain such an innocent creature. But such were the ways of love and war.
"This is caused by you Hunter of the Saxon. By you and you alone. Creatures like you may never live in the light of love, never savor its true warmth. Know that at least she died swiftly this way and that the Frankish king did not loose his desires upon her. When you think of me, hate me, fear me, show no mercy, but show understanding. You reap what you sow Saxon, and you sow misery, so reap your fairly gained agony, drown in it, choke on it, perish in it. It will make you more human than any of your Saxon brethren. Take solace in that." And with that she rode away, leaving a clear path to escape, and to Grace, who lay dead in the dirt.
The same could not be said for Alexander and Hunter however as they were suddenly cut off by a lone horseman, or rather Queen. Cassandra sat proudly on her horse before them and laughed at the pathetic pair, Hunter unarmed and Alexander half dead. "I could kill you now Hunter. But for what you did to me and my lover I will make you pay in heart blood." She said hatefully as she leveled her crossbow with him. Suddenly her other hand produced a horn and she blew into it, and from the curved devil horn came a sound Hunter was probably not expecting. His own voice.
"Grace Help me!" It called in his own voice. And on cue the frightened fallen princess peaked out of the castle gates, and the crossbow fired. Grace was dead before she hit the floor, never even understanding what hit her. The crossbow bolt penetrated deep into her heart and lungs, she died several deaths. The Queen of the Brits had no smile on her face, no visage of vengeance completed or revenge taken. She had a sour look on her face and in truth felt dirty for having slain such an innocent creature. But such were the ways of love and war.
"This is caused by you Hunter of the Saxon. By you and you alone. Creatures like you may never live in the light of love, never savor its true warmth. Know that at least she died swiftly this way and that the Frankish king did not loose his desires upon her. When you think of me, hate me, fear me, show no mercy, but show understanding. You reap what you sow Saxon, and you sow misery, so reap your fairly gained agony, drown in it, choke on it, perish in it. It will make you more human than any of your Saxon brethren. Take solace in that." And with that she rode away, leaving a clear path to escape, and to Grace, who lay dead in the dirt.
