Ailiana (Onora)
Queen's Army
Lord of All That is Fuzzy
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Post by Ailiana (Onora) on Dec 9, 2006 12:38:40 GMT -5
Why me? I silently wonder as I creep through the area, trying my hardest not to scream as I hear a branch crack behind me. A premonition hovers in the back of my mind, but fear keeps it isolated. I try my hardest to calm down.
Rutherford had come to me and asked for me to inspect the area for intruders; primarily in the future.
Asked wasn't the right word, really. More like demanded.
My fantasy of being Rutherford's sorceress hadn't exactly been wandering through an eerie forest, jumping out of my skin every time I heard something. When he had offered me the position, I had imagined myself lazily sleeping all day and being waited on hand and foot. After all, my power of premonition was becoming rarer and I liked to think it valuable; I deserved more respect. But you don't just say something like that to Rutherford unless you're suicidal.
Is that breathing behind me? I could have sworn that was breathing. But then it's silent. Whirling around, I narrow my eyes. Nothing. Bratons can gather darkness at will, though, I remind myself. The sooner I get out of here, the better.
I just have to wait for my premonition to come. I clutch onto a gnarly tree branch, trying to study my breathing and focusing on the future.
Does Rutherford want me to die?
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