Sapphirianna's Campsite

[Sapphirianna]

I decided that I will post a book I'm writing about my character, Sapphirianna... It's called...

The Shadow Prince

Prologue
Shadowlands

Darkness, that much was visible. Midnight brought an empty night. No stars, no moon, no clouds. Blackness, empty, foreboding, was everywhere. A small glowing orb emerged from the darkness, followed by another appearing beside it. It was a deep violet color, the black-purple color of the shadows themselves. The orbs were cloudy, as if focused on a far away memory or target. They drifted forward, hovering about five feet from the obsidian floor. A whispering murmur echoed in the vast cavern. The sounds folded over each other, obscuring the words.

Several other pairs of the dusky purple orbs suddenly joined the pair. The murmurs became whispers, and as even more orbs appeared, the whispering became a low chant, still obscured by how the sounds bounced back from the walls and tumbled over the syllables rushing in after them. A slight glow erupted from the center of the cavern. A globe of dusty violet rose from out of the glow. The chant became louder and louder until the words suddenly could be deciphered.

“Low as the UnderStones,
High as the mighty surface skies,
Hear our mighty undertones.
Light of the Shadows, the Lord of Lies,
Arise and heed our darkest pleas,
Come from far ‘cross the UnderSeas,
And show us our target, the One to be eliminated.”

The chanting halted and the cavern silenced. A circle of a purple light was drawn in the middle of the cave. The dark globe flashed and the cave was illuminated with a blue glow. The owners of the dusky purple orbs were revealed. Tall, slim humanoid-like creatures stood, their skin the color of the floor they stood upon. Their silvery white hair was long and somehow pulled behind their pointed ears. They stood as Iythonirods, dark elves, the Rulers of the Shadowlands of the UnderStones.

One elf stepped forward and drew his sword strapped to the black belt wrapped around his waist. The dark armor flexed along with him as he laid the barbed blade on the floor. His white hair wasn’t long or pulled back. It was cropped, cut close to his scalp, giving the top of his head a gray color instead of the deep black of his skin. He nodded suddenly and picked up the hat that he had dropped on the floor. It had a purple feather stuck into it at where the wide rim folded up and was pinned to the bowl-like part of the hat that sat on top of his head. The roguish dark elf smiled, a chilling sight. The flash of ghostly white teeth almost brightened the cavern more.

“We have our target.”
 

Chapter One
The Sapphire

Sunlight flooded into the little lean-to. The canvas contraption filtered the golden rays. The dark lump under the blankets shifted and groaned. The silhouette leaned forward and rubbed its head. Lithe arms stretched and a yawn escaped its lips. The humanoid muttered something as it crawled out of its tent. A female elf stood, resting her slim, but muscular hands on her back and angling her face towards the rising sun. Her skin was dark and her eyes were a deep azure color, almost like the water of the lake only a few paces from where she stood. She rolled up the canvas lean-to and stuffed it into the bag she had hung from the same branch her lean-to was thrown over the previous night. The Iythonirod was dressed in a simple midnight black tunic and leggings of the same color. A thick, sturdy belt was wrapped around her waist, supporting two empty sheaths. The elf leaned down and fished around in the ankle-high grass that concealed the twin rapiers. When she finally found her swords, the elf inspected the steel blades. The shining steel was wrapped in a golden metal that seemed to flow within the steel itself. The elf smiled before sheathing the blades.

“Sapphirianna!” A voice echoed across the clearing. Sighing, the Iythonirod folded her arms after swinging the pack over her shoulder. A man came bounding around a tree, his well-rounded face beet red and sweating. He leaned over and gasped for breath.

“You’re out of shape, calithinrod Calvain. You shouldn’t be running all over the place. You humans, calithinrods my kind call you in my native language, are so impudent, barging into a dark elf’s camp without permission.” The elf spat at the man with the bulging stomach. She raised a silvery eyebrow as Calvain held up a pudgy hand as if to ward off the elf’s remark. “What do you want?” Her voice was soaked in disapproval. The fat man pretended to fiddle with the laces of his large leather boots for a second before the elf grabbed a hold of his sweat-soaked tan shirt and forced him upright. She glared at Calvain, meeting his almond-shaped hazel eyes. He glanced away, nervously pulling his breeches up higher.

“Sapphirianna, don’t go… The children will miss you!” Calvain blurted. Sapphirianna, the dark elf, sighed again irritably. Even so, she blinked slowly and raised an eyebrow again. She yanked a black ribbon from one of the pockets that seemed to cover the outside of her pack. She pulled her long, silvery hair back into a ponytail and tied it off with the ribbon.

“Calvain, your children are delightful, yes, and please forgive me for being slightly disgruntled, I was about to leave anyway. I have stayed here far too long, endangering your community.” Her impatience was evident in her tone. Calvain frowned, his fat lips managing a sloppy pout. The man’s wild brown hair was riddled with gray and looked as if he had just leaped out of bed without bothering to tidy up, other than to throw on some decent clothing, even if they were covered with grease and sweat. Sapphirianna wrinkled her nose slightly at the stench that wafted up her nostrils. Disgusted, she started to clean up the remains of the seven-day camp. Calvain started to move to stop her, but when she gave him a fierce look, he backed off.

“I know your mother will send assassins, but why bother worrying now? The spring festival is this week, why not stay?” Sapphirianna glowered at him, her frown fierce and intimidating, but the village mayor refused to back down again.

“I’ve stayed far too long, Malyior,” she said, using her native word for Mayor. “I must get going. I thank you for the relaxing week, but I have upset too many hunters in your village to be welcomed for much longer.” She placed a hand on the mighty oak tree’s trunk beside her. It groaned softly in satisfaction as she caressed its weathered bark. “Besides, my magicks will be needed elsewhere…” She trailed off as she stroked the old tree. “Sorry, old boy,” she whispered to it, “I’ve got others waiting in line to see the mage called Sapph.” Calvain remained silent as the elf continued her practice. He sighed as the tree straightened slightly as she pulled her hand back. “I’ve halted all plagues for the next decade, you know. My nature magic is rare and needed all over the continent. I can’t reserve myself for just one village.” She fingered the gold chain necklace that was attached to an emerald shaped like a leaf. Calvain smiled, the corners of his plump lips curling upwards.

“You are too good at heart, Lady Sapphirianna. No wonder all of the UnderStones hate you,” he said, referring to the underground world that housed the wicked relatives of the mage that stood, backpack swung over her shoulder, caressing the leaf-shaped gemstone, and smiling.

“Especially the Shadowlands,” Sapphirianna said softly, “That’s where my mother rules.” The pair was silent for a few moments.

“Farewell, Lady Sapphirianna, accredited Mage of the Fallen. May your journey be swift, and your bounty plentiful.” Calvain held his pudgy hand up in the customary farewell of the human country of Alcrier. Sapphirianna did likewise.

“Farewell, Lord Calvain, Mayor of Darmen Village. May your journey be swift, and your bounty plentiful.” She bowed and turned to leave, calling over her shoulder in her native tongue, “Illoch, jahuzad muil calome. Goodbye, friend of mine, journey well.” She caught a glimpse of the Mayor pulling out a greasy handkerchief and dabbing at his eyes before he and the lake were lost to sight due to the enclosing forest of whispering, reverent trees that beheld her approach as if she was a god. She frowned. “Jahuzad, do not worship me as if I were your Duinil, or god, worship the one who created you!” She cried as a vine wrapped itself around her ankle. She coaxed it from her skin and gently patted its emerald green leaves. “My Lord, Yahweh. The God of ancient Israel… One whom many believe has died…” She continued to mutter to herself as she trundled through the forest, trying her best to keep the plants from wrapping protectively around her. She sighed. For the days when I stayed by Calvain’s village… I cannot endanger them, though…

((Work in progress))  

[Sapphirianna]

BLOODWRATH

~Prologue~

Drip... Drip... Drip... Madalyn flinched as liquid collided with the floor. Drip... The sound echoed throughout the tiny black chamber. Madalyn curled up into a ball, as if trying to shrink out of the prison. Her delicate hand touched a slimy substance. With a yelp, she leaped to her feet, desperately searching her torn yellow dress for more of the slime. Her waist-long hair fell about her thin frame like a straw curtain. A shaft of light illuminated a small, square point on the furthest wall. Madalyn squinted her eyes and saw the rest of her prison. It was a blank cell, no door, no bedroll... Just a window, a pewter plate with a little hunk of bread laying on top, and a tiny pitcher of water. Madalyn spotted a small wooden stool in the corner and dragged it over, below the window. She stood upon it and looked out the window.

Outside the window was not much to look at. Yet it invoked sweet dreams of freedom in Madalyn's teenage head. She spent hours staring out into the lane of emerald green grass, past the guardhouse, beyond the portcullis and the vigilant guards. As evening approached, she blinked her tired, cobalt eyes and stepped down from the stool to stretch and nibble on the old bread and water that probably had been there since dawn. As her hand advanced on her open mouth with the food, she hesitated, pulled the stool back to the window and jumped back onto its rickety frame to watch as booted feet marched by. Another hunk of bread landed squarely on Madalyn's nose and she let out a small squeak as she strived to catch the bread before it joined the slime on the floor. Successful in her attempt, she smiled grimly, stuffing the extra bread in her pocket for later.

She crunched on the hard bread and watched as the shadows grew long on the other side of the bars. Another pair of booted feet marched by, but the noise stopped abruptly. They returned and Madalyn shrank back a little.

“Wat yew doin', Soldier?!" A husky voice barked. The booted feet shuffled a little as the armored soldier saluted the person beyond, blocking Madalyn's view of whoever was shouting.

“Dropped my extra blade, sir. I don't want some thief to steal it and murder the king." This man's speech was clipped and sharp. More of a gentleman's voice than one of a soldier. At the mention of the king, Madalyn's nose crinkled up in disgust. The other guard snorted.

“Very well then. Git back to yer duties later." Madalyn heard him mutter 'scum' under his breath as he walked away. The soldier dropped to his knees and a helmeted head was lowered to the bars of the window. Frightened, Madalyn's eyes widened. The soldier took a quick glance around and pulled the helmet off his head. A head dropped to the window again, this one young, cheerful, and full of fiery red hair. The soldier lifted his index finger to his lips in the signal for silence. Madalyn nodded.

“You're the king's niece, aren't you?"

Madalyn nodded.

"Everyone thought you had been murdered." Madalyn shook her head, her messy blonde hair swinging from side to side. The twenty-year-old soldier nodded grimly.

“Thought so." He reached into a secret pocket sewn into the royal guardsman's cape he was wearing and squeezed something in between the bars. Something sharp, cool, and metallic fell into Madalyn's hands.

The man put his helmet back on with the visor up. "Don't worry; your father is searching for you now. He didn't believe the lies either. We'll get you out of here." With that, he got to his feet and straightened himself. Madalyn pressed her face to the bars as she watched the young adult go on with his watch.

Who's we?


Chapter One
Escape

Deep within the forests of a kingdom near the center of the continent, a palace sat, its sparkling marble walls towering above the canopy of emerald leaves swaying with the gentle breeze. The highest towers' windows were lit, the flames of thousands of candles danced beyond the stained glass. Although, one little window, the topmost window of the highest tower, remained unlit. The joyful semblance of the king's palace was marred by a doleful moan emitting from that window. The queen was mourning her loss.

Within that very chamber, not one light flickered across the sky blue tapestries that hung from ceiling to white marble floor. A bed, elegant in design and cobalt by color, was positioned against the farthest wall from the oak doorway. A fine mesh hung from a hook in the ceiling and enclosed the silken pillow and the headboard. A small desk sat in the farthest reaches of the massive chamber. A stool was placed beside it. A pale blue loveseat sat in front of a windowsill, the one that looked over the courtyards, walls, and forests beyond. A figure was draped across the loveseat's silken cushions. The queen's whole body shook with grief, her black velvet overgown shifting with every movement. The thirty-year-old woman's chocolate brown hair fell about the pillow she buried her face in. Her crown lay discarded on the floor.
As the dawn's first light illuminated the chamber, a soft knock split the relative silence. A voice called from behind the door.

"Maraline?" A regal head peered into the room. The king shut the door gently behind him as he entered. The day's first golden rays bounced off the man's straw colored hair as he pulled off his navy cloak and placed it on the woman's shoulders. His ice blue tunic and leggings rustled as he sat down by the queen's feet. The woman raised her head. Her thin lips were drawn tight in a mournful frown and her deep azure eyes held the slightest glint of life.

"We'll find her. Maraline, I promise." The middle aged man placed a comforting hand on Maraline's shoulder.

"Oh, Richard, how could she just disappear?" the queen sobbed. "Oh, Rich, she's too young!" The king shushed her.

"I know. She is too young to be captured by any stranger; she had guards by her side." This statement brought another wail from Maraline.

"Thirteen! Thirteen years of age, Richard!" she sobbed. She clutched something to her breast. Something that shone in the rising sun. Richard put his weathered hand over hers.

"I know," he whispered as he brought the lady's hand gently to her lap. Her fingers uncurled and there laid a necklace of ice blue ribbon and a small locket. It popped open and the painting of a thirteen year old girl appeared, her cobalt eyes smiling at the couple, and her blonde hair falling about her shoulders. A name was inscribed on the gold surface of the heart shaped locket. Madalyn.

The king placed a consoling hand on the woman's shoulder as she heaved a sob, his face distorted with concern. Maraline finally looked up at him, her eyes tearful.

"I miss her music."

That statement rattled Richard. A voice sweet as honey seemed to fill his ears, but as it faded, he knew she was gone. He drew his wife close and hugged her compassionately.

"I do too, sweetie." Tears welled up in his eyes. "I do too..."

***

Silence. The silence tormented Richard. It had been a few weeks since his daughter had suddenly vanished and the once joyful kingdom fell silent. It seemed that even the birds ceased singing. The castle, once cheery and bright with that young, innocent face lost its vigor. The courtiers no longer laughed. The entertainer half heartedly juggled colored balls. The king was sorrowful for the first time in thirteen years.

Nothing was the same without her.

The queen soon locked herself in Madalyn's room, neither opening the door for her guards or the royal physician, and rarely for the king himself. Her ladies-in-waiting told the others that she was ill. Richard knew why. They all knew what was happening. They all shared the queen's grief in lesser extents. They all missed Madalyn. Night had fallen onto the sunny forests of the kingdom, Erelon. Forever twilight in the eyes of the people. Forever dusk.
Richard leaned against the balcony, watching as the moon rose in the sky, illuminating the canopy of treetops with a sad, pale glow. The stars peered out from the midnight skies. Barely a cloud passed in front of the feathery moonlight. Richard heaved a sigh, longing for the nights spent out on that very balcony, with his daughter leaning out into the soft breeze, the wind catching her honey colored hair and making it dance with the wind, her voice clear and sweet as the birdsongs of the little golden birds that tended to flutter around, even in the dead of night to hear the girl sing. The middle aged man briskly wiped a tear that had squeezed out of his green-gray eyes. He could hear the girl's voice on the wind, almost like she was dancing on the wind above him, laughing and singing...

Whispering lovely lilies' songs,
As Lady Love appears.
Two lovers, for the other each longs,
As the elf would love the deer.
Singing, singing, always singing,
Did Lady Love come through,
Laughing, laughing, always laughing,
Did true love become true.
Shining, shining, marvelously bright,
Lady Love did solve their plight!
Lucky me, Lady Love did see
That I have a lover waiting for me.
My wedding bells ring
A-ring-a-ding-ding
When my love does first appear!

When the voice faded, the regal king found that he had let the tears fall from his eyes. He looked up to the moon and whispered a prayer, sobs erupting from his throat. Where could she be? His mind screamed. He slammed his fist down onto the marble railing, his voice thundering with rage.

"I will find you, Madalyn!"

***

Down in the dark cell, the girl crawled into the corner. It had been a while since she had found herself in this strange predicament. Only a few days, counting by how many times she had found herself at the bars of her prison cell window, staring through the portcullis. There weren't any trees beyond that shining iron gate. Madelyn was sure she couldn't be in Erelon’s main castle. She had scoured that building from cellars to the very peaks of the tall towers. There had been no dungeon with no door to speak of, which posed the question, how did she get in there?

Madalyn had no clue, but she was positive that she could escape someday. She was getting tired of living on stale, crunchy bread and dirty water. Every once in a while, the redhead would appear with news about his escape plan. Yet, every time, Maddy would point out a flaw. This redheaded guard was certainly a spy from Erelon, by his manner of speech and such. She soon learned that she was now her uncle's prisoner in his kingdom across the river that marked the edge of Erelon's borders. Her father's residence was at least three hundred, maybe even six hundred miles into the country. The redhead proclaimed himself to be Karth Vandenlair, Madalyn's father's top spy to his dastardly brother's kingdom, Sommerskilth.

The girl rested her head in her arms and felt tears rush down her filthy face that was once the living joy in Erelon. An idea ran through her head. I must sing, she thought, to awaken the birds that have been dreadfully silent throughout my stay. At first, her unused voice quivered, but built up in strength.

"Listen, birds of one so vile,
Listen to my heart's own beat.
Sing to your little hearts' content,
Even in this dreadful heat.
Sing, sing, keep the spirits up!
Sing, sing, keep the livelihood going!
Sing, sing, little ones, sing
And awaken from your slumber!"

Surprisingly, a little bird fluttered down the bars of the cage and squeezed through. It was golden in color with black stripes. She recognized the little bird's species as one that would sing along to her music early in the morning. Maddy smiled and held out a grimy finger. The beautiful bird lighted, chattering ceaselessly.

"I dub you, Gistrona, elven for Song, for you sang with me." Gistrona shifted from foot to foot and clicked her beak. Maddy placed the bird on the hard stone floor and watched her as she hopped around, flapping her wings a few times. The little gold bird pecked at the remnants of Maddy's breakfast, a few hard crumbs of bread.

"You want to know how I know elven?" the girl spoke easily, longing for someone, even the bird, to listen to her.

"Well, my father wanted me to learn it so we could communicate with their kings and queens and whatnot. I met an elven princess once. She was a very honest girl. She was also the one who taught me to sing!" The girl chattered on.

"She said my singing rivaled hers! I told her that she had a lovelier voice than mine, and we got into an argument! Oh, how funny it was when we began a singing contest to see whose voice was the worst! Our dads came in as we began a duet! Oh, how did it go...?" She broke into another song.

"Kitritha lae manai gistrona,
Listen to my song,
Ei elta manya lae manai lohstrea,
And hold me to my heart,
Manai lohstrea eltae manya toscki,
My heart holds me close,
Kitritha lae manai gistrona,
Listen to my song..."

Gistrona twittered along to the simple elven tune. Madalyn laughed.

"It just repeats from there... Our fathers said we were matched equally. I wonder if Laranathysla knows about the kidnap. Laranathysla means Beautiful One in elven, you know. I call her Lara. Larana means beautiful and thysla means one." Maddy finally fell silent, lost in memories of Lara playing with her father's old instruments sitting in the minstrel’s dusty closet.

"I wonder if they’re still there..."

A crash jerked Madalyn back to reality. Glancing up, she saw Karth through the iron bars of the window, laying face first in the grass. She scrambled to get up, startling the bird into skittering about in a flurry of golden feathers. Gistrona seemed to puff up her chest indignantly and gave a chirrup. Maddy wasn’t paying attention. She was once again at the bars of her prison, calling to the redhead in a horse whisper.

“Karth!” Maddy stuck a finger in between the bars and poked the shining metal of his armor. “Karth!” The guard turned his head slightly, a grin etched in his features. He beckoned for her to listen.

“I figured out how to get you- er, us out of here, Miz Maddy! Just let me do all the talking.” He scrambled to his feet and dusted himself off. He kicked at the bars. Maddy flinched as the rust fell from the metal, coating her pale skin in a ruddy color. A grimace flashed across her face, but soon disappeared. She’d come in contact with substances much more appalling.

Karth gave the bars a quick tug. Surprisingly, they swung out with a screech like one of an eagle’s. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her out. His smile vanished instantly and he leaned close to her ear.

“Sorry, milady, but you look like a sunburned woman just out of slavery. Ah well, it’ll work.” He kept his fingers locked around her forearm. “Don’t worry. Just act if you have no idea what I’m saying-“ he broke off as the sound of clanking armor came from around the corner of the stone wall. He kicked the bars and let loose a shout as the rusty hinges screeched once again.

“How dare ye!” Karth shoved her roughly into the wall. Maddy cringed as he got up close. Karth winked at her slyly. He mouthed the words “trust me” and feigned a slap. Just as Karth’s hand approached Madalyn’s cheek, a soldier rounded the corner.
The young recruit stumbled at the sight of the redhead harassing a beautiful young girl with a tattered yellow dress. He approached carefully, unsure of what to do.

“Steal my knife, will ye?” Karth’s accent was passable for a southern Sommerskilthian. Karth raised his arm as if to hit Maddy again. Maddy cried out in a brilliant elven tongue.

“Kalre! Kalre!” Karth looked confused for a second before he caught on. He grabbed the girl’s neck, gently curling his fingers so he wouldn’t really bruise her.

“Callin’ out fer mercy, eh, elf?”

By this time, the young new recruit was thoroughly outraged at the redhead who was seemingly choking the beautiful girl. He drew up his head and marched forward. He gripped the redhead’s wrist like a clamp. He gave the soldier a glare.

“Let go.”

Karth released Maddy and turned on the recruit. Maddy slipped to the ground like a broken doll, shaking. The recruit mistook her quaking for fear when Maddy was struggling to withhold the mirth. The recruit’s attention was diverted by Karth, the redhead, who had taken a bold step forward, a murderous glare fixed on him. The young soldier gulped as his hold on Karth was reversed on him. Karth twisted the other’s wrist as he hissed.

“Stay outta this, kid.” Karth released the young soldier and watched as he fled the scene. Karth turned back to Maddy with a grim on his face.

“Nice elven! Do you still have the dirk I gave you?”

Madalyn grinned and pulled the steel blade from the folds of her golden dress.

“Good. Now follow my lead. We may have to put on another show like that one for more guards. Beware, miz. There are some who won’t buy it as easily. We have to escape as soon as possible.” Karth gripped her forearm again and proceeded to “drag” her along. They met no other soldiers.

Karth pointed ahead. Maddy noted the side gate as well as two guards. She nudged Karth and tipped her head towards the two. Karth nodded. He winked as he whispered in her ear.

“I got this covered. Follow my lead.” He yanked her along and let her escape for a few seconds before catching her wrist again and twisting it behind her back. He gritted an apology as Maddy let out a squeak of pain.

“Ye little-“ Maddy kicked him in the stomach, knocking the air out of Karth’s lungs. He grunted and shoved her towards the gate. By then, the guards had taken notice of the struggling soldier and girl. One leaned on his spear as he called out in a strange drawl.

“Need halp, young ‘un?” he called, a crooked grin on his face. The other guard snickered as Karth yowled in pain as the girl bit him.

“Naw, got this ‘un for the choppin’ block.” Karth shoved a piece of cloth in Maddy’s mouth. “But ‘Is Majesty don’ want ‘er blud in the big ‘ouse.” The one with the accent shrugged and opened the gate for them.

“Don’ ye be callin’ for halp, mizzer. We’s gonna go inside affer a few minutes.” This brought another snicker from the other guard. Karth pulled something from his belt and prodded Maddy’s backside. She let out a muffled moan as he shoved her through the gate. She heard the guards as they burst out into laughter at some witty remark. After the pair had descended further into the woodlands surrounding the castle’s outer walls, Karth released his grip.

“Sorry, miz. Didn’t mean to hurt you so.” Karth showed her the object he’d been using to prod her backside. “Here, you’ll need as much nourishment as you can get.” He handed Maddy a big hunk of bread and gestured that she should eat as they walked. Karth began to fill her in on the information of the latest events.

“Your dastardly uncle has finally declared war on your father. Don’t be surprised if we run into an enemy camp. I’ve been able to retrieve a map from one of my stations. We will need to travel fast and light, with very little stopping points until we’ve reached the rebel counties. I know a noble landlord who’ll help. However, we’re a few days’ worth of quick travel from his place. I do know some little villages who’ll accept one dressed like me. They’re along the way.” He passed a canteen of water over to the girl.

“Now don’t go and guzzle all of it away, you’ll make yourself sick. We need to leave the premises of this castle. Fast, before they discover you and I are gone.” Karth patted Madalyn’s shoulder.

“Thank you, Karth.” Maddy returned his smile. “When can I start singing?”

Karth shook his head gravely.

“Not yet, I’m afraid. Although I cannot wait to hear the voice that has sung the birds out of the trees of Erelon for the last thirteen years,” he said with a grin. Madalyn frowned momentarily. Karth patted her shoulder with a sad smile.

“Cheer up, princess. You only have to keep quiet for a few more hours of traveling. Heck! We might be able to find a horse to rest your feet a little.” Karth winked at her. The two continued on in silence.

An hour rolled by uneventfully, placing Madalyn’s thoughts beyond reality. She daydreamed of returning home, a broad smile on her face and her voice calling out to her father and mother. She smiled to herself as she saw in her mind’s eye the looks on their faces as they ran towards her.

“Get down!” She heard Karth’s voice faintly from behind her. A weight crashed into her side, forcing her down into the undergrowth. Maddy shook her head to clear the fuzziness that had invaded her vision.

“What the-“

“Shush! Be quiet!” Karth snapped, placing his hand over the protesting girl’s mouth. Madalyn peered from underneath a giant fern, catching sight of a horse, its rider gripping the reins with an iron fist. The rider’s chainmail clinked as he turned his head, and for a terrifying second, Madalyn’s big cobalt eyes locked with his cold, hard black ones.
 
Chapter Two
Fugitives

A wide grin suddenly softened the muscular man’s rather rough features. He swung his leg over the speckled gray horse’s back and slid off, still holding the horse’s reins. He squatted down until he was eye level with Maddy and Karth, who heaved a relieved sigh.

“Jareth. Thank God you’re here!” Karth struggled up and pulled Maddy along after him. The two men warmly shook hands and patted each other on the back in a friendly manner. Madalyn blinked in confusion as they chatted. She coughed politely and caught their attention.

“Ah, sorry Milady, this is Jareth Gurad, a friend of mine.” Karth nodded towards the tall, black haired man beside him.

“You must be the lovely princess,” Jareth bowed stiffly and politely kissed the back of her hand. Madalyn smiled back.

“Yes, I am,” Maddy returned. Maybe this is the “we” Karth was talking about the first time we met…? She paused as she turned to the gray horse. She placed a hand on its flank feeling the rise and fall of the majestic creature’s breathing. The horse’s chocolate brown eyes were locked on her blue ones.

“Such a beautiful horse,” she patted its sleek neck, “and so muscular. You must raise it well.” Jareth seemed slightly surprised at her comment, but he recovered quickly.

“Her name it Elanrae. After my only daughter,” he confessed, running his hand across the soft hide of the animal. Maddy nodded absent mindedly as she fed a long piece of grass that she had found to her. Elanrae whinnied and stomped her hooves on the ground, raising dust.