5PLEASE READ AND REVIEW! tis my first fic :-P
PROLOGUE:
The doors slam open, straining fiercely against the hinges, and stretching the wood with a creak, sending the door into cracking loudly against the wall. A fierce cold gale immediately entered the room as she paused in the doorway. Her long leather cloak moved forward off the ground with the wind at her back, and she quickly turned to shut the door with a shiver against the wind as soon as her eyes had fallen on the bartender. She was sure he was the one who could tell her what she needed to know.
Only the gleam of her violet eyes could be seen peering out from under the cover of her scarlet hood, every step she took leaving behind only the tiniest sound. With a quickening of her pace she pulled her hood down and gracefully weaved her slender body through the different tables and patrons, her long silvered hair cascading down her back and framing her face and shoulders as she reached the bar. She sat down, tucking her cloak beneath her and placing her arms crossed upon the counter while lowering her head, letting a couple of her silvery strands fall down upon the counter.
"Where can I find Aire?" she asked in a timid voice, her voice nearly inaudible in the noisy room.
"Excuse me... child," the barkeep said with a smirk on his face.
"But it's no business of yours t' be askin' about somethin' so far out of your league."
With a bit of a cool laugh she smirked at his smug expression and, upon pulling a long ruby encrusted dagger from her sleeve, pointed it carelessly at his throat. "Aye. An' it is no business of yours tellin' me what I can and can't handle."
She grabbed his collar and pulled him closer, leaning so close into his face that the barstool tilted beneath her, threatening to fall, and he was hitched from his feet by the strength of her small body, his fat gut sprawled across the bar. Her voice turned to stone then, cold and hard as diamonds when she spoke to him this time, no longer soft and innocent as it first was.
"Now, I'll be askin' you but one more time, and if I don't get what I want, then we're gonna see just how much someone as fat as you will bleed. Where is she? Where is Aire?"
Beads of sweat began to trickle down the mans' forehead. "N.. n.. no. I'll tell you... Just.. put me down?"
Her eyes turned to coal when as she peered at him. "Now... last as I seen it, you weren't holdin' the dagger. Don't ask questions, dear. Tell me what I want to know."
She grabbed his collar tighter, pulling him up over the edge of the bar with an exasperated growl, and slammed him down. He fell hard on the floor with a gasp, after breaking through two unfortunate tables in his path.
He layed there groaning in pain, clutching his arm where a broken bottle had dug itself deep into his forecep, Rayne climbed on top of him and pinned him down with surprising strength.
"Last chance, I mean it!" she said with cruel playfulness. "Way I see it, you can make this pretty easy on yourself, or..." she brought down the blade on the bar gently, cutting out a large hunk of with hardly any effort. "...harder than you could ever imagine." she pressed the dagger to his throat, and brought her face close enough to his to taste the liquor on his breath, and whispered, "Choose wisely."
"Alright!" he screamed, sounding much like a frightened dog who just got his tail stepped on, his eyes widening by the moment with fear at the power of the blade and this tiny woman. "She's in the castle! Leave me alone.. please just.. leave me alone..."
She watched as he curled into a ball, her wild magic finally reaching into his brain, driving him slowly mad, and she smirked at him bitterly, evilly. "See now.. hush baby, that wasn't so hard..."
She ran the back of her hand gently across his cheek with one hand, and with the other slid the blade of the dagger across his throat, planting a feather light kiss on his forehead. With the dagger still in his throat, the blood gushing from his wound began to rush into the enchanted weapon, the rubies in the hilt dimming to the dark red that matched the color of his blood. Within moments, his body lay as little more than a dry husk underneath her.
A trance-like state had seemingly come over her as she rose and stood next to his body, and in one quick motion she took the dripping dagger and carved a diamond into the bar, filling the center with his own blood, watching silently as the number '999' trickled like water through cracks in a window underneath it, a delighted smile forming on her face as the trance seemed to break. "A thousand kisses will sate the demons appetite..." She began walking away, laughing, twirling her dagger in her hand as the bartenders blood dripped in a silent trail behind her from the tip of the blade, her well toned body swivelling seductively through the door of the tavern as the once merry patrons shocked into silence parted to her presence.
"Prepare yourself Aire. But one more kiss and I'll be free..." she smirked, evil laughter sounding as she drew her hood once more in the bitter wind outside."Little sister's changed..."
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Prologue: Part 2.
I know it's really hard to couple with the first part.. but you'll get it once I start writin the actual chapters... I've already got everythin planned out.. so it shouldn't be too long :)
"Stephen!" A young woman flanked in the colors of Astyvia's knights rode through the forest on a mare of the purest white. Almond shaped, honey brown eyes sweeeping over the ground through the veil of gypsy red hair cascading around her shoulders, obviously, desperately searching for something.
"Stephen!" she calls out this time, more urgently. ...Where in the hell are you?... Somewhere off in the thickness of the bushes, the cocking of a crossbow trigger is heard. Aire turned her head, her eyes widening in fear with each passing moment, searching the shrubbery just in time to see a serated metal arrowhead whizzing straight toward her head.
She closed her eyes in fright and concentration, raising a shield of light around herself, but she feared it is too late, and she swallowed heavily as the arrow snapped through the shield mere inches from her face, a second young woman flipped high above her head, reaching down and grasping the needle-sharp arrow in her hand, setting down in a kneeling position a few feet away from the steed and breaking the arrow with a keen snap of her wrist. "Crossbows are so impersonal, dont you think?" she asked as she looked at Aire.
A lock of silver hair fell down from the hood of the second womans' cloak and she brushed it away with the absent-minded flick of the wrist, another quick motion of her other sending the poisoned arrowhead into the direction from whence it came.
Almost instantly a a wet thud sounded from the bushes, followed by the startled gasp of a man. He staggered from the bushes, an amazed Aire dropping her sword which she had been holding at the ready, and he collapses to the ground, clutching his chest where the arrow had buried itself in his heart. Aire winced as she hesitantly sheathed her sword after dismounting and retrieving it. She was definitely not sure what to think of this woman who had somehow rescued her.
"Who are you?" her voice comes out more nervously than she had intended, and she cursed herself inwardly for showing fear, or whatever it was, at such a time. She was a trained Astyvian Knight, whose fearlessness had always earned her the nickname "Dragon" in battle.
The second woman didn't answer her question, but turned, flipping the hood off of her head, violet eyes and silvered hair unveiled, exposing her face whose lips curl in a wide smile at Aire's shocked expression.
"See for yourself. "
Aire said nothing, only leaped away from her horse and ran to the woman full speed, gripping her in a never-wanna-let-go embrace before pushing her back, holding her at arms length, taking it all in.
"Rayne." she whispered, the one word conveying all her emotions. All the happiness, the forgiveness, the utter welcome that had been Rayne's only saving grace on her journey back home.
Her violet eyes tear as she looked at Aire, fingering her sisters hair. "Your hair wasn't this red when I left you." she says, bursting a laugh in a sort of emotional choked sob, not having uttered such a happy sound for the ten years since she had left home. Aire was completely speechless, unable to say anything she only smiled, her own eyes tearing as she turned her head away and walked towards her horse.
She turned again Rayne, her eyes brimming with jubilant tears. "Come. We have much to catch up on."