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Hiya, I’m doing some repostingin build up towards the release of new Royalty/Two Worlds chapters. This is onof the key chapters in Litni/Poet storyline. Cilia Cilia Chapter Fourteen: Litni - Now and Then NOW There is darkness. The stone of the wall is dark and so is the wood in the door of the cell she’s being carried into by two guards and then thrown against the wall, a third man stands in the doorway draped in a dark cloak. The captive turns around and sneers at him, with blood trickling from fresh gashes on her face. Her cloak is torn and her armor has been slashed in numerous places. “You fucking bastard!” Litni screams as she lunges for him. But is thrown back against the wall as she hits a barrier. Getting back to her feet she charges him again this time letting her fury loose on the barrier. The guards look doubtful that the barrier will hold under the elf’s fury but their commander is calm. “You quite done Miss Speed?” he asks. “I trusted you,” she screams as the rate of her punches slows. “I thought you were my friend,” she whispers. “I’m truly sorry Litni,” he says in a low voice as he places his hand nearthe barrier, before turning and marching away. “Poet!” Litni screams. “Poet don’t do this!” she shouts and charges the barrier one last time and is thrown back against the wall. “Please don’t…” she looks at the glove she now wears on her right hand and the dark green stone set in it changes hue as she unfolds and folds her fist. Her mind going back to the day Tare had given her the talk. THEN Tare had just entered the training yard and her face fell and Cordelia didn’t look too thrilled either when Litni thought aboutit. After all she was straddling Poet, Shadow, spy and a man she’d recently been hell bent on defeating. “Hey,” Litni said in a small voice. “Get… off me,” Poet groaned. “Sorry P,” Litni said as she jumped up and offered him her hand. “Litni can I talk to you for moment?” Tareasked as she started dragging her friend away while Cordelia sized the Shadow up for parts. Once safely away, the Drow started giving the young elf the gospel according to Tare and Tark. “What do you think you are doing?” Tare hissed. “Sparing,” Litni said innocently. “He’s the enemy!” the Drow exclaimed a little too loudly. “No, he’s on our side now,” Litni stated firmly. “How
can you be so sure?” “Litni he’s a spy, trained and hardened,” Tare stated. “No he’s not… just trust me,” Litni sighed and cast her eyes downward. Tare looked down at her friend, a girl she’d knownfor a long time and a girl whose father she might be falling head over heels for. Sighing and placing hand on her should, she squeezed it and gave her a smile. “If he hurts you I’ll throw him to the spiders,” she stated. Litni looked up and broke into a smile. “Come on,” she said and took her best friend by the hand. “I’ll introduce you,” she said and dragged her to where Poet was engaged ina glaring match with Cordelia. NOW Litni huddles against the wall of her cell and looks up at the single window high on the wall. The bleeding from her cuts has stopped and the tears on her cheek have dried into dark streaks. “Why did I trust him?” she asks herself as she scrambles to her feet. “Because he was charming and told you all the right things,” a voice she has come to hate told her. “Angel go away,” she says through gritted teeth as she makes her way towards the barrier. “Can’t. We all have a mission, we all have a…” Angel’s speech is cut off by a loud crash as Litni punches the wall, sending small pieces of splintered rock flying. “I swear to good Angel if you start with the destiny thing… spirit or not I will beat you senseless,” she shouts as she spins around and stares at the door and the invisible barrier around it. “Litni?” Angel asks. “What are you
planning? THEN Litni tried to hide her smile as General Elisabeth led her army into the courtyard, Al’x or Xander as he’d asked she called him was scared, oh he didn’t show it, but she could sense it and also Joyce’s constant grinning helped. “What message did the General send?” she asked Tare. “Oh she's demanded the feast they’ve been planning and threatened to disembowel Al’x Sun,” Tare answered with a grin as the General marched up the steps towards the court of Sun. She bent down and hugged Gymli who tried to hide his blush, next came Ziel who she also hugged, then came Theris whom she bowed before and the High Elf just smiled and bowed back before her eyes shifted to that of Angel and the pair hugged. Then came Joyce, the General’s mother, they two just stared at each other before giving each other a brief hug. “Chilly,” Litni commented. The General finally stood before Xander, after a menacing stare she broke into a grin and hugged her friend, even going so far as lifting him off the ground before presenting her staff. Joyce’s hug for Willow seemed firmer than the one she’d given the General and nobody hugged Tark, cause, well you didn’t hug Tark period. After sharing words with Al’x the General marched over to where Litni and Tare stood. “You gave us quiet a scare there Litni,” she said a firm voice. “Yes ma’am, sorry ma’am,” Litni said. “I understand that you took a prisoner?” the General asked. “Well… I wouldn’t…” Litni stared. “Yes she did ma’am,” Tare said after elbowing her friend to shut up. “He’s been confined to his room for the duration of your visit,” she explained. “Bring
him to the feast, I want to meet…” “Very well bring Poet to the feast,” she said and turned away. “Full general mode,” Tare muttered. “Wha…?” Litni asked thoroughly confused. “Well when the soldiers that drink at the Rose’s Homer talked about the General they often said she had two personas: one being that of a young woman, the other of a hardened General. Cordy calls it full general mode” the Drow explained. “Oh and when did you become friends with the Ranger Knight?" “You tend to bond with just about anybody after sharing a breakneck run down the mountains surrounding this place,” the Drow explained. “Well regardless of the Generals moods, Poet is not going to like being paraded as prisoner,” Litni muttered towards the entrance into the castle. Tare watched her friend go as she heard silent footsteps coming up from behind her. “Lady Tare,” a stoic voice said, causing her to grin. “You are not going to like your ward’s interest,” she said before turning around. “The Shadow?” he asked, his red eyes showing slight signs of concern. “Poet,” Tare corrected. “And yes it’s the Shadow,” she answered. “I trust Litni,” he stated after a brief pause where the pair just stared at each other, blue eyes trying to find a hint of emotion in red ones. “It would appear that you are without an escort for tonight’s feast,” Tark said finally and Tare broke into a fresh grin. “Why General, if I didn’t know better I would think you were courting me,” she said withgrin. “Was that a yes?” Tark asked in his stoic voice. Tare gave a small musical laugh, tiptoed and kissed his cheek. “For a strategic master mind you can be incredibly thick sometimes,” she whispered. Litni opened the door leading into Poet’s room after knocking three times and found the Shadow sitting on his bed staring out the window. She walked towards the bed and reached out to touch him, but his question stopped her. “They want to paraded me for the masses?” it wasmore of a statement than a question. “The General wants to see you yes,” Litni said as she traced the edges of the bed. “At the feast?” he asked and turned around to face her. “Yes at the feast,” she answered. “I’m to make sure you go,” she added. “I’ve told you that where you go I go,” he said as he took her hand. “Poet
I… why did you decide to help us, I mean the information you’ve
given could lead to our victory why…” “Poet I…” her word where cut off as he kissed her. NOW Screaming as she lets her fist fly, she can feel all her hatred, all the hurt and all the energy she now knows exists funnel into the blow and the barrier merely slows her for a heartbeat before her blow shatters the heavy wooden door. “Poet you are going to pay,” she states as she curls her right hand into a fist. She turns around to face the two guards that are running towards her.The first one is struck down before he even gets close by an invisible force while the second one gets to her, the last thing he sees being a gloved fist racing towards his face. Wiping the blood away on his cape, she pulls his swords off him and straps them to her hips. “Angel we’re leaving,” she states and she feels a brief chill as the spirit enters her and a second one as the ethereal wings emerge from her back. She starts running with one mission in mind. Killing her lover for the painhe caused her and her friends. THEN Litni stood nervously outside Poet’s room, draped in her armor polished to a high shine, wearing a green cape instead of her cloak and skirt instead of her tights. “Poet we are going to be late,” she called out. “Coming,” the spy answered as he opened the door and Litni’s jaw dropped at the sight before her. He was dressed all in white, his shirt buttoned up to his neck, the cape flowing with a life of its own and his bare feet giving it a distinct look. “Why no shoes?” she asked finally. “Consider it my statement,” he answered. “Oh I get it, you wont run without your boots,” she exclaimed. “Correct,” he said with a smile and offered her his arm. “Let's not keep the guests waiting,” he said and Litni took his arm with a smile To be contiuned in Prophecy's Twilight – Introduction and Prophecy’s Twilight: The Dark Elf #1 |