Chapter 1: MessagesA Chapter by Syren CreatesA snap of a twig rang through the air. Seconds later, a rustle from some nearby
bushes. Zerlinda fought the
urge to whip her head around and seek out the intruder. That is what an amateur would do and
Zerlinda was no amateur. Instead,
she pulled the cowl of her cloak over her head, as if to block the early
morning mist from her face and hair. Beneath
the folds of her cloak, the tips of her fingers brushed the hilt of one
of her daggers that was sheathed on her belt. There had to be somebody following her, she knew. There had been no reason for that twig to snap
and no wind to rustle those bushes. And
she was certain that she didn't make those sounds. She listened more closely and was rewarded
with the sound of a quiet thump as if a toe had been slammed into a solid piece
of wood. It wasn't her foot that
was stumped on some wood " which would surely be a tree trunk or log as she was
deep within the forest " so it must have been the stalker's. However, Zerlinda did not show any physical
signs of having heard nor noticed anything abnormal. To the follower, she
was oblivious to the presence of another. Her eyes restlessly scanned the ground before her feet. Listening even more closely, she could
hear the sound of footsteps following her path, though not nearly as quietly. She kept walking forward for a time before
making a sharp turn to the left. The
turn was so sudden that she knew it would catch her follower off guard. She also knew that whoever
was following her would need to keep her within a fairly close
distance at all times. In
these particular parts of the woods, the trees were as large as the
forest was thick, making it confusing if one didn't know them well. Zerlinda had traveled through these woods for
many years though, and knew them quite well but was not oblivious to the fact
that the woods still had their own secrets. Being temporarily hidden from the view of her follower, she used
the time to conceal herself among the branches of the nearest tree. The follower would have reached the turning
point by now and her blue eyes watched intently as a figure, cloaked in red,
appeared through the trees. The
head turned from left to right, searching, as Zerlinda watched from above. Whoever it was, was clearly a royal messenger or somebody disguised as
one as all of the messengers of the castle in the nearby kingdom wore signature
red cloaks. It could be that the King,
or somebody among close social ranking, had a message for her. But Zerlinda was cautious. So cautious that it was to
the borderline of paranoia and she also considered the fact that it
could be an assassin or spy sent to kill her. Such an event would not surprise her as the
King has tried to have her killed in the past. Curling her toes, she purposefully threw herself off balance as
she fell from the branch to pin the stranger onto the ground. His face was so full of shock that
Zerlinda might have laughed if the situation didn't have the potential to be so
deadly for both of them. Two brown eyes
stared up at her, as wide as the moon underneath his long, tousled hair. For her part, Zerlinda said nothing as she stared back as if the
orbs would give her answers. She has
often found this to be much more intimidating and effective than yelling. The stranger's breathing came out in heavy
pants as a result of his pounding heart. "I mean you no harm," he said. Blue eyes narrowed at him in disbelief. Zerlinda used her free hand to unsheathe one
of her daggers and press its sharp blade against the skin
above his pulse point. A thin, red line
of blood appeared as the blade barely broke into the soft skin. It would be so simple, Zerlinda knew. Just the slightest addition of pressure, a
small flick of the blade, and he would be dead. So easy, she knew, but she held the blade
steady. "Don't kill the messenger," he pleaded with a weak
attempt at humor, swallowing thickly as he glanced down but was unable to seek
the silver blade of the dagger against his neck. "If you're the messenger," Zerlinda said, speaking in
a hard voice and tightening her grip on the dagger's worn leather
covered hilt. "Then what is the message and who is it from?" The messenger's eyes flicked toward her hand momentarily before
answering. "King Achan Thantos Vasil, Ruler of West Wood, requests your
presence at the castle." "And why does he request this?" Zerlinda asked. "H-he wishes for you to provide your advice
and assistance." Zerlinda scoffed. "Tell your king that I refuse
his wishes," she told the messenger, a sneer entering her voice at the
word 'king.' She removed her weight and
dagger from the messenger's body, allowing him to move. Immediately, he sat up and rubbed his neck
where the dagger had been seconds before. Zerlinda turned
on her heel to leave, but the messenger's voice stopped her as he
scrambled to his feet. "No, please!" he cried. "The orcs are planning to
take Treewood." "I am aware of that," Zerlinda acknowledge evenly. "Then, won't you help us?" "It is no longer my concern what threatens
the safety of West Wood." "You would dare turn your back on your own kin!" The
messenger yelled, his courage seeming to have returned to him with the removal
of the weapon. His bravery was dashed
away, however, when Zerlinda whipped around and backed him into a tree in a few
long strides. "Don't speak of things that you know nothing about,"
she growled quietly, dangerously. "I fought for my kin. I have suffered and nearly died for
my kin and this is how they repaid me. They turned their backs on me."
Watching him closely, she backed away. "If you go back the way
you came, you'll find your way back to West Wood." The messenger didn't move. He only stood there and stared at her, his
eyes wide with fear. His hands, which
were down at his sides, shook slightly and his eyes were trained on
the glinting dagger that remained in Zerlinda's hand. Zerlinda sighed as she watched him
impatiently, tapping her foot as she crossed her arms over her chest and pursed
her lips. She might have felt sorry for
the fellow if he hadn't been so quick to get on her bad side. But he did, so she didn't and
her patience soon wore out. "Go!" she yelled. The unexpected loudness of her command yanked
him out of his paralyzed state and he took off running, taking care to put a
great deal of distance between himself and Zerlinda as quickly as
possible.
Zerlinda watched him go until he was out of
sight " which didn't take long in the thickness of the forest. She remained there for several more
moments just to be sure that the messenger didn't get another burst of foolish
gallantry and decided to come back. When
she didn't see him, she sheathed her dagger and walked off, pulling
her cloak around her body. Things were
about to get a lot more interesting. © 2014 Syren CreatesAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorSyren CreatesRock Hill, SCAboutHobbies: Dancing (mostly jazz and lyrical, but I also do a ballet techniques class), writing, drawing, painting, reading, singing, doing puzzles, sudoku, word finds, fill ins Movies: Harry Potter, .. more..Writing
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