Post by ||Megs|| on Jan 6, 2008 0:03:56 GMT -5
Liberta
As We Fall
Prologue
As We Fall
Prologue
"Kill them all."
The command struck briefly into the hearts of the men as hesitation and regret, but was met with an ear-splitting roar of challenge as the massive army charged through the gates. A man stood at the back, his icy-blue eyes giving away the insanity that his bland expression refused to participate in. The figure standing quietly at his side flicked back her feline ears, her slim form trembling in suppressed rage as her black tail twitched. Klin's expression suddenly changed as he laughed into the growing wind, pushing the Bastet forward with such force that she stumbled.
"Go on, kitten! Let your blade taste the flesh of victory! Don't you dare come back until you have killed the Royals." Klin threatened, his expression slipping into a dark demeanor. The girl pushed aside her long black hair as she walked through the gates, her boots clicking softly on the cobblestone. She was furious, being forced into such service! But she had no choice.
Screams and cries of pain battled for a louder pitch upon the air, being blown about in the chilly night breeze. Clouds were rapidly forming, blocking the crisp light of the full moon. The Queen ushered her children toward the pier, clutching a small boy in her trembling arms. Twin girls clung at her dress, so small and delicate that they only stood as tall as her hips. Niela froze in her tracks when she felt a dark presence come up behind her, silent and weary. Shivers shot up and down her spine as Niela turned to face her adversary, a few strands of her blue hair flitting gently across her cheeks.
The only thing Niela saw was a dark outline of a slim-figured Bastet, who withdrew her sword from its sheath, slowly and quietly. Lightning blazed across the sky with the immediate, sharp crack of thunder, allowing the Queen a brief view into the Bastet's eyes. They were black and hard, almost lifeless. Niela took a few steps back, quickly handing her son to the nearest twin, Ciara.
"Get onto the boat, now!" Niela turned back to her opponent, drawing in a quivering breath. Ciara obeyed, steadying her little brother on his small feet as they hurried down the pier to the small boat, barely able to see anything but faint outlines. Niela's eyes widened as her other daughter stepped before her, arms thrown out bravely to protect her mother.
"No! You will not harm her!" Cloe cried, her startling blue eyes narrowing. In response, there was a soft swish as the threatening blade descended toward Cloe with alarming speed. She couldn't see, but felt it, and the young girl had enough frightened sense to try and dodge by attempting to dash to the right. A scream of pain lit the already assaulted skies as the sword met her right shoulder, sliding down the whole length of her arm to her wrist. The fiery pain was so intense that, as she fell with her mother's frightened yell echoing in her ears, she collapsed into an unconscious state instantly.
(This is the partial un-edited version of the Prologue, and it is subject to change dramatically soon either way.)