The young woman yawned. She was growing tried of watching the knights play their games. Swords and arrows glinted in the high risen sun. Her hand clenched, the need of having her own blade in her palms. The heart pounding in excitement of two trained fighters clashing in a battle of strength and wits. She licked her lower lip, her pink tongue dragging slowly across the soft skin. She blew out a small puff of breath, thinking that would somehow shake off her growing inner turmoil.
It didn't.
Rosa, somehow was still fascinated by the men and women in front of her. "Of course she is", Cordelia thought coyly. "She rarely sees such things while in the court. She spends her days tending to my needs."
Rosa's voice perked up. She was kicking at the golden dirt, dust spreading into the air only to fall into a different destination.
"What will you do without me?"
Cordelia smiled. She couldn't help it. The woman actually thought she needed a maid. That she needed someone to bend over for her every desire. "How lowly you think of me, Rosa. I am quite capable of tending to myself without your assistance. It's not like I'm some lame child."
Her tone was curt, edgy with harshness. She couldn't understand why people thought of her as some glass doll that could break. Even her uncle had warned her not to overdo herself. "The old man needs to just mind his own business", she sniffed haughtily.
"Cordelia!"
The pale colored girl turned around, her dresses flinging round in her sharp motion. "Speak of the devil...", she growled softly as her uncle approached.
"Girl! I've been looking for you everywhere. Sneaking off like some bandit in the night, really the shame of it all."
"For the sake of the Gods, Uncle Landon! Just speak of the reason why you disturb my peace! You seem to have habit of tearing me way from the little sanity I have while living with you all these years!"
Her uncle chortled, unable to contain the bubbling laughter in his belly from his relative's short tempered outburst. Without even as so much as explaining himself, her pulled her away from prying eyes and tilted ears.
"Girl. This is no time for that nonsense. The wife and I are leaving. Seemingly enough, as we were not properly greeted you'll be left on your own accord. But remember you mission."
Cordelia waved her hand, disliking the fact she was hidden in the shadows like some common hoodlum. "Yes, Yes. I understand what I am too do. It has been driven into my brain so much, I fear your voice will never leave my memory."
Yes, she knew exactly her mission. She knew what her purpose was. And she hated it. Her family, before her uncle had destroyed the family heritage by his own cowardice, were hunters. Not mere hunters by any chance either. They sought after dragon blood. They searched for their scales to decorate their homes and clothing. But what they were most moved by was the bones and teeth of the magnificent beasts. They were very difficult to mold but that's what made them so valuable. The sharp hardness of such material would be used for weapons, a single aimed blow slicing though a man's skull like butter. She snickered at the idea. In fact she was sure that the one of her swords was made from such bone but she would never know for certain. But what she did know what that over the centuries of her kin's bloodlust and greed, the scent of the dead drifted over her head so gently, like a light mist that hung over a sparkling lake. A lake of crimson.
"Cordelia."
She groaned loudly, irritated that the man refused to leave her be with his demands.
"What?!"
Her uncle's eyes narrowed at her disrespect, but choose to ignore it. A wise judgement on his part.
"Keep your anger in check. You know all too well of what you do when angry. The last thing I need to hear is that my niece has mauled some unfortunate child with her sword. You must keep yourself in check. I won't have to you pose a threat to my position with the council. So restrain yourself."
The sassy girl shrugged in her own incompetence. "Can I help it if my blade cries out for the sweet taste of an living persons life supply? How am I to ignore such a plea?" Her lower lip trembled in a mocking poise of a frightened girl. But her eyes held the truth to her pitched soul and heart.
She swiftly twirled away from the graying man, a playful but impure carnal swing in her words. She lowered her gaze, a barbaric threat resonated in the dark confines of their concealment. "Besides... you should have thought of that before you allowed a killer into your home."
Stepping out into the open, her entire disposition changed drastically. A bright smile was playing over her once grim features. Her whole stance seemed to lighten the yard as she skipped to her maid.
"Dearest uncle! I do hope my things have been taken to my room? I would hate to bother anyone to help me after you leave", she called out in a sing song voice. Her uncle was no fool, for he knew what a deceiving trickster the girl could be. She lived in a world of masterful delusions and museful lies, just so she could twist and wrench the lives of her chosen prey. She indeed was a true demon hunter.
"Of course, my dear. I would never leave my brother's only child in such a miserable state. I wish I could stay and help accommodate you to your rooms, but the wife and children grow fidgety. Rosa say your goodbyes. We must leave." With not even a hug, he left to his horse and men.
"What a deliriously obvious man", she crowed viciously. She then moved to her maid and closest friend. Wrapping her tender arms around the once more sobbing girl, she patted her back to sooth her pain. "Child, take care while I'm not there to get you out of trouble. You were always such a clumsy servant."
Rosa only broke out into more hysterical choked sobs. "You are the cruelest yet kindest person I'll ever had chance meeting. Please by safe and take care of your dreams." Rosa then ran off to where the parade Cordelia's uncle had brought. She watched tiredly as they left leaving her to her own doing. Maybe her own demise.
But she honestly wouldn't be taken out of the world until her revenge was sealed in the scarlet of her father's killer. What a blissful smile she had that moment. A smile that called for any being of death to help her in this ungodly quest. And she accepted it.
It didn't.
Rosa, somehow was still fascinated by the men and women in front of her. "Of course she is", Cordelia thought coyly. "She rarely sees such things while in the court. She spends her days tending to my needs."
Rosa's voice perked up. She was kicking at the golden dirt, dust spreading into the air only to fall into a different destination.
"What will you do without me?"
Cordelia smiled. She couldn't help it. The woman actually thought she needed a maid. That she needed someone to bend over for her every desire. "How lowly you think of me, Rosa. I am quite capable of tending to myself without your assistance. It's not like I'm some lame child."
Her tone was curt, edgy with harshness. She couldn't understand why people thought of her as some glass doll that could break. Even her uncle had warned her not to overdo herself. "The old man needs to just mind his own business", she sniffed haughtily.
"Cordelia!"
The pale colored girl turned around, her dresses flinging round in her sharp motion. "Speak of the devil...", she growled softly as her uncle approached.
"Girl! I've been looking for you everywhere. Sneaking off like some bandit in the night, really the shame of it all."
"For the sake of the Gods, Uncle Landon! Just speak of the reason why you disturb my peace! You seem to have habit of tearing me way from the little sanity I have while living with you all these years!"
Her uncle chortled, unable to contain the bubbling laughter in his belly from his relative's short tempered outburst. Without even as so much as explaining himself, her pulled her away from prying eyes and tilted ears.
"Girl. This is no time for that nonsense. The wife and I are leaving. Seemingly enough, as we were not properly greeted you'll be left on your own accord. But remember you mission."
Cordelia waved her hand, disliking the fact she was hidden in the shadows like some common hoodlum. "Yes, Yes. I understand what I am too do. It has been driven into my brain so much, I fear your voice will never leave my memory."
Yes, she knew exactly her mission. She knew what her purpose was. And she hated it. Her family, before her uncle had destroyed the family heritage by his own cowardice, were hunters. Not mere hunters by any chance either. They sought after dragon blood. They searched for their scales to decorate their homes and clothing. But what they were most moved by was the bones and teeth of the magnificent beasts. They were very difficult to mold but that's what made them so valuable. The sharp hardness of such material would be used for weapons, a single aimed blow slicing though a man's skull like butter. She snickered at the idea. In fact she was sure that the one of her swords was made from such bone but she would never know for certain. But what she did know what that over the centuries of her kin's bloodlust and greed, the scent of the dead drifted over her head so gently, like a light mist that hung over a sparkling lake. A lake of crimson.
"Cordelia."
She groaned loudly, irritated that the man refused to leave her be with his demands.
"What?!"
Her uncle's eyes narrowed at her disrespect, but choose to ignore it. A wise judgement on his part.
"Keep your anger in check. You know all too well of what you do when angry. The last thing I need to hear is that my niece has mauled some unfortunate child with her sword. You must keep yourself in check. I won't have to you pose a threat to my position with the council. So restrain yourself."
The sassy girl shrugged in her own incompetence. "Can I help it if my blade cries out for the sweet taste of an living persons life supply? How am I to ignore such a plea?" Her lower lip trembled in a mocking poise of a frightened girl. But her eyes held the truth to her pitched soul and heart.
She swiftly twirled away from the graying man, a playful but impure carnal swing in her words. She lowered her gaze, a barbaric threat resonated in the dark confines of their concealment. "Besides... you should have thought of that before you allowed a killer into your home."
Stepping out into the open, her entire disposition changed drastically. A bright smile was playing over her once grim features. Her whole stance seemed to lighten the yard as she skipped to her maid.
"Dearest uncle! I do hope my things have been taken to my room? I would hate to bother anyone to help me after you leave", she called out in a sing song voice. Her uncle was no fool, for he knew what a deceiving trickster the girl could be. She lived in a world of masterful delusions and museful lies, just so she could twist and wrench the lives of her chosen prey. She indeed was a true demon hunter.
"Of course, my dear. I would never leave my brother's only child in such a miserable state. I wish I could stay and help accommodate you to your rooms, but the wife and children grow fidgety. Rosa say your goodbyes. We must leave." With not even a hug, he left to his horse and men.
"What a deliriously obvious man", she crowed viciously. She then moved to her maid and closest friend. Wrapping her tender arms around the once more sobbing girl, she patted her back to sooth her pain. "Child, take care while I'm not there to get you out of trouble. You were always such a clumsy servant."
Rosa only broke out into more hysterical choked sobs. "You are the cruelest yet kindest person I'll ever had chance meeting. Please by safe and take care of your dreams." Rosa then ran off to where the parade Cordelia's uncle had brought. She watched tiredly as they left leaving her to her own doing. Maybe her own demise.
But she honestly wouldn't be taken out of the world until her revenge was sealed in the scarlet of her father's killer. What a blissful smile she had that moment. A smile that called for any being of death to help her in this ungodly quest. And she accepted it.
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