“Aryess?”
The handmaid, stormy grey eyes, fair untamed locks that had escaped their bun falling in her face, turned from the cutting board and sliced veggies toward the gentle, commanding voice that had called her name. “The princess requests your presence.”
Aryess nodded, curtsied, and walked past the young, dark haired butler to the servant’s staircase. She exchanged a glance with him, a momentary flicker of reassurance in his deep ashy eyes before she entered the dim lit stairwell. Aryess blamed the musty, oppressing air and the steep climb as the nguồn of the persperation accumulating on her brow, rather than her jumping nerves. The handmaid emerged into the chamber and was momentarily blinded bởi the rays of sun filtering in through the lancet windows. When the spots in her vision cleared, she beheld the view of the dazzling princess.
The young lady stood before her full length mirror, examining her immaculate semblance. The red-rose dyed dress hugged her form; the v-neck back was looped together in a zig-zag of string. Her midnight black hair was piled into a tight bun; powder paled her features and highlighted her blood red lips.
Aryess cleared her throat, causing the queen-to-be to spin around.
“M’lady, bạn requested my assistance?”
Princess Helena nodded and turned back to her reflection. “I cannot manage the clasp of
my necklace."
Aryess stepped phía trước, chuyển tiếp quickly. Her nimble fingers easily undid the golden clasp of the
ruby necklace. She rested the glimmering jewelry into her course hand, momentarily mesmerized bởi the sparkling jewels.
“As my loyal handmaid, I am entrusting bạn with my family heirloom,” Helena đã đưa ý kiến without turning from her image in the glass. “Have it put into the vault, kho tiền immediately. “
“Yes, m’lady,” the girl answered quietly.
“You may go.”
Aryess curtsied and exited the chamber, silent as the wind.
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The muscles beneath the black stallion's áo, áo khoác rippled with each long stride it took. It panted hard, striving to go faster, nearly pulling the reins from it's rider's hands. The horse leapt over a log, a decaying cây fallen long ago, landed gracefully, and continued it's quick flight through the forest.
An Mũi tên xanh passed right beside the stallion and embedded in a rotting tree. The rider glanced over his shoulder. He made out several figures on horseback through the trees' reaching branches. He had listened to their growing hoof beats since they had caught his scent at the river. Just as he had hoped.
Yells echoed through the trees as the
king's men gained on the weary stallion. The hooded rider caught snip-its of, "Faster!", "Shoot him!", and "Get the thief!". đã đưa ý kiến thief faced phía trước, chuyển tiếp and leaned over his steed's mane, willing the tiring beast to run faster. The jewels in their pouch bumped against his leg in rhythm with the thud, thud, thuds of the hoof beats. Another Mũi tên xanh flew by, so close he heard the whizz of it's flight. The rush of water reached his ears. Squinting, through the thick cây branches, a wooden bridge became visible. The thief took a deep breath and prepared himself for his stunt.
The guards galloped through the darkening forest. The bridge came into sight and they slowed slightly and galloped across one bởi one. The last of the five suddenly cried out in surprise as a dark figure dropped from the cây above onto him.
The guard fell from his horse dead, throat cut. The thief tried to control the startled stallion, but to no avail, for he soon Mất tích his grip on the reins of the rearing chiến mã, nhốt, steed and found himself on his back as the horse ran off.
The four other guards surrounded him. Their captain demounted from his chiến mã, nhốt, steed and stomped over the hard earth to the fallen thief, sword drawn and gleaming in the few rays of sunlight that managed to penetrate the thick tangle of branches.
"We have bạn know, bạn dirty, rotten, thieving..." the captain used the tip of his sword to flip back the mui xe of the thief. "... Female?"
The girl glared up at the heavy built man standing over her. Her hair splayed out around her head like a light golden halo. A thin trail of blood spilled from a cut in her skull from where she had hit it in the fall. Smudges of dirt contorted the beautiful features of a young, innocent girl into a hard working woman.
“Are bạn just going to stand there gapping at me like some over-grown cat fish, hoặc are bạn going to arrest me?” Her voice was almost criticizing, as if unafraid of her current predicament.
One of the other guards cleared his throat, and the captain blinked twice, pulled from his haze of shock. He pointed the blade in his hand at the unfazed hooded girl.
“On your feet,” he ordered. Before the words had fully escaped his mouth, the three guards on horse back fell from their steeds, the head of an Mũi tên xanh sprouting from each ones chest. The captain whirled around to face their ghost attacker. The girl sprang to her feet and buried her phòng bếp, nhà bếp dao, con dao in his back. The king’s man fell with a dead thud.
A hooded rider on his black stallion rode across the bridge and stopped beside the fallen captain. His gloved fingers clenched the mahogany bow and a quiver of arrows were slung across his back. His dark hair fell into his ashy grey eyes as they scanned the fallen men and trailed to the lone woman.
“Aryess, my love” he greeted.
“Bentley,” the handmaid đã đưa ý kiến to the young butler with a smile. She accepted his stretched hand and was pulled up onto the back of the stallion.
The handmaid, stormy grey eyes, fair untamed locks that had escaped their bun falling in her face, turned from the cutting board and sliced veggies toward the gentle, commanding voice that had called her name. “The princess requests your presence.”
Aryess nodded, curtsied, and walked past the young, dark haired butler to the servant’s staircase. She exchanged a glance with him, a momentary flicker of reassurance in his deep ashy eyes before she entered the dim lit stairwell. Aryess blamed the musty, oppressing air and the steep climb as the nguồn of the persperation accumulating on her brow, rather than her jumping nerves. The handmaid emerged into the chamber and was momentarily blinded bởi the rays of sun filtering in through the lancet windows. When the spots in her vision cleared, she beheld the view of the dazzling princess.
The young lady stood before her full length mirror, examining her immaculate semblance. The red-rose dyed dress hugged her form; the v-neck back was looped together in a zig-zag of string. Her midnight black hair was piled into a tight bun; powder paled her features and highlighted her blood red lips.
Aryess cleared her throat, causing the queen-to-be to spin around.
“M’lady, bạn requested my assistance?”
Princess Helena nodded and turned back to her reflection. “I cannot manage the clasp of
my necklace."
Aryess stepped phía trước, chuyển tiếp quickly. Her nimble fingers easily undid the golden clasp of the
ruby necklace. She rested the glimmering jewelry into her course hand, momentarily mesmerized bởi the sparkling jewels.
“As my loyal handmaid, I am entrusting bạn with my family heirloom,” Helena đã đưa ý kiến without turning from her image in the glass. “Have it put into the vault, kho tiền immediately. “
“Yes, m’lady,” the girl answered quietly.
“You may go.”
Aryess curtsied and exited the chamber, silent as the wind.
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The muscles beneath the black stallion's áo, áo khoác rippled with each long stride it took. It panted hard, striving to go faster, nearly pulling the reins from it's rider's hands. The horse leapt over a log, a decaying cây fallen long ago, landed gracefully, and continued it's quick flight through the forest.
An Mũi tên xanh passed right beside the stallion and embedded in a rotting tree. The rider glanced over his shoulder. He made out several figures on horseback through the trees' reaching branches. He had listened to their growing hoof beats since they had caught his scent at the river. Just as he had hoped.
Yells echoed through the trees as the
king's men gained on the weary stallion. The hooded rider caught snip-its of, "Faster!", "Shoot him!", and "Get the thief!". đã đưa ý kiến thief faced phía trước, chuyển tiếp and leaned over his steed's mane, willing the tiring beast to run faster. The jewels in their pouch bumped against his leg in rhythm with the thud, thud, thuds of the hoof beats. Another Mũi tên xanh flew by, so close he heard the whizz of it's flight. The rush of water reached his ears. Squinting, through the thick cây branches, a wooden bridge became visible. The thief took a deep breath and prepared himself for his stunt.
The guards galloped through the darkening forest. The bridge came into sight and they slowed slightly and galloped across one bởi one. The last of the five suddenly cried out in surprise as a dark figure dropped from the cây above onto him.
The guard fell from his horse dead, throat cut. The thief tried to control the startled stallion, but to no avail, for he soon Mất tích his grip on the reins of the rearing chiến mã, nhốt, steed and found himself on his back as the horse ran off.
The four other guards surrounded him. Their captain demounted from his chiến mã, nhốt, steed and stomped over the hard earth to the fallen thief, sword drawn and gleaming in the few rays of sunlight that managed to penetrate the thick tangle of branches.
"We have bạn know, bạn dirty, rotten, thieving..." the captain used the tip of his sword to flip back the mui xe of the thief. "... Female?"
The girl glared up at the heavy built man standing over her. Her hair splayed out around her head like a light golden halo. A thin trail of blood spilled from a cut in her skull from where she had hit it in the fall. Smudges of dirt contorted the beautiful features of a young, innocent girl into a hard working woman.
“Are bạn just going to stand there gapping at me like some over-grown cat fish, hoặc are bạn going to arrest me?” Her voice was almost criticizing, as if unafraid of her current predicament.
One of the other guards cleared his throat, and the captain blinked twice, pulled from his haze of shock. He pointed the blade in his hand at the unfazed hooded girl.
“On your feet,” he ordered. Before the words had fully escaped his mouth, the three guards on horse back fell from their steeds, the head of an Mũi tên xanh sprouting from each ones chest. The captain whirled around to face their ghost attacker. The girl sprang to her feet and buried her phòng bếp, nhà bếp dao, con dao in his back. The king’s man fell with a dead thud.
A hooded rider on his black stallion rode across the bridge and stopped beside the fallen captain. His gloved fingers clenched the mahogany bow and a quiver of arrows were slung across his back. His dark hair fell into his ashy grey eyes as they scanned the fallen men and trailed to the lone woman.
“Aryess, my love” he greeted.
“Bentley,” the handmaid đã đưa ý kiến to the young butler with a smile. She accepted his stretched hand and was pulled up onto the back of the stallion.
Brendan stood in his Navy uniform in silence.
"Why....why did bạn do it?" He pulled off his hat, and stared at the memorial, it was a tribute to the fallen soldiers. Brendan dipped his finger in black paint, and started nghề viết văn his Những người bạn name on the wall. They begged bạn not to go into this. bạn knew it was suicide mission, escpically with your powers. She begged bạn gods sake. I don't get why bạn did it...but I guess bạn made your choice. Tears slid down Brendans face I guess, bạn felt it was your place, to take that spot. But bạn brought down a evil force, a force so strong, that only bạn could break it. The Government will pay. They'll pay for what they put bạn through. I swear I'll avenge your death. Brendan wiped his hands clean and walked away. He had thirty-hours until he boarded the submarine, that's when his plan went underway.
Anyone got any idea who sacrificed themself?
"Why....why did bạn do it?" He pulled off his hat, and stared at the memorial, it was a tribute to the fallen soldiers. Brendan dipped his finger in black paint, and started nghề viết văn his Những người bạn name on the wall. They begged bạn not to go into this. bạn knew it was suicide mission, escpically with your powers. She begged bạn gods sake. I don't get why bạn did it...but I guess bạn made your choice. Tears slid down Brendans face I guess, bạn felt it was your place, to take that spot. But bạn brought down a evil force, a force so strong, that only bạn could break it. The Government will pay. They'll pay for what they put bạn through. I swear I'll avenge your death. Brendan wiped his hands clean and walked away. He had thirty-hours until he boarded the submarine, that's when his plan went underway.
Anyone got any idea who sacrificed themself?
"Why did bạn not tell us?" Nightwing asked. "Why was it so important to hide the fact bạn and Artemis were related?"
"You didn't need to know." Revenge said. "I give out my information on a need-to-know basis."
The Black Hero grabbed the former Boy Wonder bởi the collar. "And my identity was NOT need to know."
Nightwing shoved Red Revenge off and started walking towards the bioship.
"You'll regret it one day, Dick!" Revenge called. Nightwing stopped. "You'll regret walking away right here and now."
Nightwing clenched his fists and walked slowly towards the bio-ship.
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"You didn't need to know." Revenge said. "I give out my information on a need-to-know basis."
The Black Hero grabbed the former Boy Wonder bởi the collar. "And my identity was NOT need to know."
Nightwing shoved Red Revenge off and started walking towards the bioship.
"You'll regret it one day, Dick!" Revenge called. Nightwing stopped. "You'll regret walking away right here and now."
Nightwing clenched his fists and walked slowly towards the bio-ship.
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