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Untitled Story- Preface

So I'm getting back to writing and here's my first attempt.

Thanks to Jennifer for the prompt based on her dream: there were 2 factions - knights on some castle and some wild clan/tribe people. The castle was under attack by the tribe and was losing the battle. I was a third party in disguise of one of the tribesman and had the order to prevent them from conquering the castle. To do so i was to burn some strange objects which might have had some magical effect (?) on them.

Preface:

“Run.”

It was the one word she knew was meant only for her. Ever since she was little, it was the one command she’d follow without a doubt. Given a choice between Fight and Flight, she was a definite Flight.

“Run!”

His voice seemed urgent- maybe she ought to listen, but it was nearly done! She was so close, she could almost taste victory. All that was left now was to strike a match and let it all go down in flames-

“Annabeth?”

Something was wrong with that word, she noticed vaguely. His voice wasn’t that high, and he never said her full name. Anna looked up from the pile of gold cases, straight into a pair of black eyes. Bugger.

“Annabeth, what are you-“ The shadowed eyes fell to what Anna was holding, then widened.

“Adele listen-“

The smaller girl turned around and bolted towards the darkness, no doubt to tell everyone of her treachery.

‘It doesn’t matter,’ Anna told herself as she lit a match. ‘They’re only people. Humans. The species you abhor. It’ll be over before she can even reach, the stupid girl, and they’ll all die not knowing. Well, half of them will, anyway.’

“Anna.” His voice was a command- one she was would most likely ignore. “Anna, you must leave now.”

“Not before I’m done,” she replied.

“Don’t make me beg,” he said, although it sounded like he was begging.

“Would you?” she asked, not paying attention to the conversation. She lit the make-shift torch she had made from a fallen log and a piece of fabric from her top (“battle attire” as Adelaide had called it), then unfolded a piece of paper single-handedly.

“Anna,” he called again, his voice now almost a plea.

“Not now, Michael.”

She took a deep breath and began to recite. A litany of ancient Greek flowed from her mouth and hung in the warm air. The orange flame flickered as a mild breeze began to swirl through the woods, and Anna struggled to see. Distant shouts began to echo through the trees, bouncing off wood and rustling through leaves. She was halfway through, when the breeze turned into a gust. The fire danced, plunging the opening into blackness for a few seconds before reappearing.

‘Should’ve gone with the electric,’ she thought again, as the shouting grew closer. There were hooves on the floor now. Horsemen with bows and arrows. They were good at what they did; they wouldn’t have to get too close to aim. She began to read again.

“Traitor!” she heard them yell in their strange Tongue. “Alien! Turncoat!” Well, so much for learning the language of the indigenous.

“Anna, please,” Michael said, his voice louder now, clearer.

“I said not now!” she snapped under her breath- almost to herself, but she knew he heard her.

The noises were almost at the edge of the clearing now. It wouldn’t work unless all of the gold and its contents had been burned and there was nothing left. They would still have enough time to kill her. The torch went out. An arrow whizzed millimetres away from her right ear.

They were coming.

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So ermm yeah this is what I have so far. I'd planned to do a one-shot but the plot sort of unraveled in my head and the characters demanded a proper multi-chaptered story. Who am I to deny them? :) If people actually read this, I'll probably post to LiveJournal or something, so let me know!

I could really really used feedback so please do drop some in! I'll think of the title soon but for now, it shall be called "Untitled Story". (Creative, I know.)

Thanks for reading!

-S.

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