Drachenseele3
09-15-2011, 11:25 AM
and I thought I wasn't going to write anymore...
here are the links to the previous two parts
part 1 http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=64259
part 2 http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=64305
Part III
Ciar started as a rag was applied to his side. He focused on Nevaeh who sat crouched by his body in the grass. He looked up. They were in an open plain and it was morning. He glanced at her again. Her cheek was puffy some and a little purple around her scar where she had been stabbed. He reached up to touch it. She quickly grabbed his arm and thrust it away not even diverting her eyes from his wound. He cringed in pain as a sharp stab reacted in his side.
"I presume you're mad at me," he mumbled clutching his wrist. His talking was a bit funny because of his swollen mouth.
"Presume? It's not obvious?" she retorted.
He sighed. "I did what I could."
She didn't reply.
"What did you want me to do, Nevaeh? I was pinned to the ground!" He tried his effort at yelling but failed utterly. He tried sit up but she pushed him down.
"Sit still or take care of yourself," Nevaeh snapped.
In response he snatched the cloth out of her hand and stood awkward and laboriously. She muttered under her breath and stood up walking over to the supplies. Ciar shuffled away to the edge of camp. She couldn't stand his silent treatments. He was so immature to her. He was childish, adolescent and silly in her eyes; never thinking of the consequences of his actions. When she first met him, he was worse. More than once he had put his and her life on the line. Throwing lightning bolts in every direction and making tornados.
She glanced at him. His tall built silhouette illumined by the morning light gave him a haunting appearance. "Ciar," he turned around. Under his eye lids it was dark blue. He wasn't getting better standing there. He needed more rest. "Look, I'm stuck with you for another year, hopefully not that long, could you at least keep me in consideration that if you die the shackle won't be broken leaving me to carry your carcass all the way back to the Penitentiary so I can get a new prison comrade?"
Ciar stood silent for a minute. He dipped his head in acknowledgement. "That's fine." He sat down in the grass wincing at every move. "I wasn't aware that your discharge was so near. It doesn't feel like four years."
Nevaeh could argue otherwise. The four years felt like four decades to her. Every day she felt the chains keeping them together and everyday she longed for them off.
Six years ago, Nevaeh had been spotted casting forbidden magic among Kingdom grounds. She was then imprisoned. She had three choices: hanging, she by all means would not choose that option; stay stationed in her cell for ten years; or be set free with another prisoner charged of similar crimes to walk unendingly with no home for five years. She chose the latter. Days later she met Ciar in the court yard where they were joined together with an invisible chain making it impossible for them to leave each other's side longer than two miles. What they didn't know until later was that they were the second ones in twenty decades to choose the third option. Because as an old tale goes, monster/zombies were attracted to the scent or some sort of the chain binding them. The fable was true it turned out. Not too long after they left were they being hunted. But instead, Ciar and Nevaeh and decided not to be hunted, but to be the hunters themselves. Because not all magic was outlawed they learned their limits with much research and began to hunt the beast, becoming renowned night Beast Hunters. Their identity was unknown to the Kingdom as the Beast Hunters. Although, if ever the Beast Hunters were spotted, they were to be killed on sight and a reward was laid out for them. So in all, they became outlawed bandits. But with their identity indefinite as Beast Hunters they weren't charged, thus, were still moving forward toward freedom. They did have one big problem though: Ciar. He refused to submit to any limits. Nevaeh wanted her freedom so badly she became infuriated with Ciar. Numerous times he's nearly had them exposed. Not that it was out of the norm to use magic but forcing her into fights-such as the prior day- when women were technically not allowed to or he would use too strong of a power. He was reckless.
Examining Ciar, she remembered although they were imprisoned together she never really knew why he was confined. He just said over and over he used forbidden magic but never went into detail. She had been fighting off some bandits that had wanted her money but were much too powerful for her to fight them off physically. He knew her story but she didn't know his. She chuckled. She became an outlaw for fighting outlaws. What irony.
Ciar cracked his neck. She watched him for a moment. She had to admit despite his zeal and irresponsibility in fighting he was greatly skilled, especially with the blade. She hadn't seen any man fight better then he could. His swift graceful movement brought her into a daydream when she watched him training. His dark brown hair swaying in front of his eyes as stood relaxing in the breeze. His strong hard face and dark emerald eyes gave him an appearance of a fantasy race from a fairytale she would read as a little girl. Strangely enough though, in her imagination he was always the handsome undercover felon who ended betraying somebody in the end. Any time she had seen Ciar smile she was reminded of an evil lord with malevolence deeds planned.
He had some nice character attributes about himself as well. Despite his wildness he was kindhearted, graceful, and sometimes comforting. She had to admit to herself that sometimes he was nice company to have around. She just hated catching him in bad moods. It was always undetectable. He could be pleasant all day then turn around and be a real venomous snake. She avoided him at all cost when he was angry. Once she was provoking him unaware when next thing she noticed she was pinned against a tree with him towering over her demanding her to stop. They were just such lovely memories.
"Ciar," She said coming back to reality.
"Eh?"
"Next city we get to, I'm going to buy a sword. Will you train me?"
He raised an eyebrow.
"I want to learn how to fight without magic; I think it'll help us not be discovered. In return I'll teach you how to control your magic."
He frowned at the last statement. "I don't need training."
"You do need training, dang it!" She yelled standing up. "I won't tolerate you like this anymore. Either let me train you or I swear I set your head on fire." Most people said that and it was an empty threat. But in their case, both of them new she would do it. It wouldn't be the first time. The first time was when he pinned her against the tree. Nevaeh didn't put up with that for treatment.
He sighed standing then walking away. "Fine,"
here are the links to the previous two parts
part 1 http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=64259
part 2 http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=64305
Part III
Ciar started as a rag was applied to his side. He focused on Nevaeh who sat crouched by his body in the grass. He looked up. They were in an open plain and it was morning. He glanced at her again. Her cheek was puffy some and a little purple around her scar where she had been stabbed. He reached up to touch it. She quickly grabbed his arm and thrust it away not even diverting her eyes from his wound. He cringed in pain as a sharp stab reacted in his side.
"I presume you're mad at me," he mumbled clutching his wrist. His talking was a bit funny because of his swollen mouth.
"Presume? It's not obvious?" she retorted.
He sighed. "I did what I could."
She didn't reply.
"What did you want me to do, Nevaeh? I was pinned to the ground!" He tried his effort at yelling but failed utterly. He tried sit up but she pushed him down.
"Sit still or take care of yourself," Nevaeh snapped.
In response he snatched the cloth out of her hand and stood awkward and laboriously. She muttered under her breath and stood up walking over to the supplies. Ciar shuffled away to the edge of camp. She couldn't stand his silent treatments. He was so immature to her. He was childish, adolescent and silly in her eyes; never thinking of the consequences of his actions. When she first met him, he was worse. More than once he had put his and her life on the line. Throwing lightning bolts in every direction and making tornados.
She glanced at him. His tall built silhouette illumined by the morning light gave him a haunting appearance. "Ciar," he turned around. Under his eye lids it was dark blue. He wasn't getting better standing there. He needed more rest. "Look, I'm stuck with you for another year, hopefully not that long, could you at least keep me in consideration that if you die the shackle won't be broken leaving me to carry your carcass all the way back to the Penitentiary so I can get a new prison comrade?"
Ciar stood silent for a minute. He dipped his head in acknowledgement. "That's fine." He sat down in the grass wincing at every move. "I wasn't aware that your discharge was so near. It doesn't feel like four years."
Nevaeh could argue otherwise. The four years felt like four decades to her. Every day she felt the chains keeping them together and everyday she longed for them off.
Six years ago, Nevaeh had been spotted casting forbidden magic among Kingdom grounds. She was then imprisoned. She had three choices: hanging, she by all means would not choose that option; stay stationed in her cell for ten years; or be set free with another prisoner charged of similar crimes to walk unendingly with no home for five years. She chose the latter. Days later she met Ciar in the court yard where they were joined together with an invisible chain making it impossible for them to leave each other's side longer than two miles. What they didn't know until later was that they were the second ones in twenty decades to choose the third option. Because as an old tale goes, monster/zombies were attracted to the scent or some sort of the chain binding them. The fable was true it turned out. Not too long after they left were they being hunted. But instead, Ciar and Nevaeh and decided not to be hunted, but to be the hunters themselves. Because not all magic was outlawed they learned their limits with much research and began to hunt the beast, becoming renowned night Beast Hunters. Their identity was unknown to the Kingdom as the Beast Hunters. Although, if ever the Beast Hunters were spotted, they were to be killed on sight and a reward was laid out for them. So in all, they became outlawed bandits. But with their identity indefinite as Beast Hunters they weren't charged, thus, were still moving forward toward freedom. They did have one big problem though: Ciar. He refused to submit to any limits. Nevaeh wanted her freedom so badly she became infuriated with Ciar. Numerous times he's nearly had them exposed. Not that it was out of the norm to use magic but forcing her into fights-such as the prior day- when women were technically not allowed to or he would use too strong of a power. He was reckless.
Examining Ciar, she remembered although they were imprisoned together she never really knew why he was confined. He just said over and over he used forbidden magic but never went into detail. She had been fighting off some bandits that had wanted her money but were much too powerful for her to fight them off physically. He knew her story but she didn't know his. She chuckled. She became an outlaw for fighting outlaws. What irony.
Ciar cracked his neck. She watched him for a moment. She had to admit despite his zeal and irresponsibility in fighting he was greatly skilled, especially with the blade. She hadn't seen any man fight better then he could. His swift graceful movement brought her into a daydream when she watched him training. His dark brown hair swaying in front of his eyes as stood relaxing in the breeze. His strong hard face and dark emerald eyes gave him an appearance of a fantasy race from a fairytale she would read as a little girl. Strangely enough though, in her imagination he was always the handsome undercover felon who ended betraying somebody in the end. Any time she had seen Ciar smile she was reminded of an evil lord with malevolence deeds planned.
He had some nice character attributes about himself as well. Despite his wildness he was kindhearted, graceful, and sometimes comforting. She had to admit to herself that sometimes he was nice company to have around. She just hated catching him in bad moods. It was always undetectable. He could be pleasant all day then turn around and be a real venomous snake. She avoided him at all cost when he was angry. Once she was provoking him unaware when next thing she noticed she was pinned against a tree with him towering over her demanding her to stop. They were just such lovely memories.
"Ciar," She said coming back to reality.
"Eh?"
"Next city we get to, I'm going to buy a sword. Will you train me?"
He raised an eyebrow.
"I want to learn how to fight without magic; I think it'll help us not be discovered. In return I'll teach you how to control your magic."
He frowned at the last statement. "I don't need training."
"You do need training, dang it!" She yelled standing up. "I won't tolerate you like this anymore. Either let me train you or I swear I set your head on fire." Most people said that and it was an empty threat. But in their case, both of them new she would do it. It wouldn't be the first time. The first time was when he pinned her against the tree. Nevaeh didn't put up with that for treatment.
He sighed standing then walking away. "Fine,"