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29 January 2007 @ 06:45 pm
sir calvin fodder!  

Sorry folks, this isn't very long at all but, it's something. As you can see Lizzy, I completely avoided deciding if the grandmother lives or dies. Haha. What can I say. 

Allewyn stared at Sir Calvin in disbelief as he spat at her grandmother. He turned towards Allewyn and let out the chuckle of a satisfied dirty victor.

Allewyn slowly got to her feet, ignorant of the clumps of earth stuck to her skirt and tangled into her hair. She glared at him, a mix of rage and childish fear. 

"You." He pointed at Allewyn and smiled, revealing a set of yellow teeth. "You'll fix me that potion, won't you, dolly?" He stepped towards her, grinning. Allewyn trembled. Sir Calvin deftly reached for a corner of her skirt.

Allewyn started running. 

It was not quite a minute later that she head the sound of a horse crashing through the underbrush, and Sir Calvin calling after her. 

Allewyn knew these woods better than she knew her own reflection in water, but in a moment of panic she grew greatly disoriented. Her skirt caught on branches, her legs burning and bloody, she could not remember where she was. In that moment Sir Calvin found her, panting like a beast of burden against a tree.

Sir Calvin chuckled. "Stupid wench, just like all of them." From a saddle bag he produced a length of twine, as well as strip of wool, which Allewyn discovered was meant to bind and gag her.

"If nothing," Sir Calvin mused, "you'll fetch a nice price in the market. Such a pretty thing. Pity you had to go running off like that like blind pig in a rage." 

Current Location: Thompson Public Library
Current Mood: coldcold
winterfoxpohatu3220 on January 30th, 2007 02:37 am (UTC)
*leans forward*

*falls over* AGH! that's it!?!?

suspence kills
kiwiecho8907 on January 31st, 2007 03:17 am (UTC)