How did everything go so wrong. Ray asked himself this as he sat on the stone cold floor of Estrelia's dungeon. His eyes were reddened and a stream of fresh tears still streamed down his cheeks. The boy began to hyperventilate uncontrollably. Anger struck him at the hopelessness of the situation. Everything he loved and cared about had been stripped from him within a day. That day felt as if it were a century ago, but the effects it had on him were still very much recent.
In a fit of rage, the boy kicked the door of the cell with all his might...but nothing. He was just as useless as he was when the castle was invaded. Just as useless when his father was killed and when his mother was turned to stone by a figure in black right before his eyes. He could still smell the blood of the knights and servants in his castle alike. All of them slaughtered right before his useless eyes. That was the worst part of it. He failed them. He failed them as a prince and a warrior. When it mattered the most, he was useless.
The door flung open unexpectedly and he jumped as soon as he heard the sound. Could it be a rescue?! Had someone come to help him? No...it was a woman in her mid-thirties and a boy no older than fifteen. The woman looked at him with a sadistic sort of satisfaction. Her smile chilled him to the core. The boy had a blank expression on his face, as if unaware of how he should feel. Ray tears stopped as he spotted the boy. The curly blonde hair and blue eyes immediately brought someone to his mind: Ray's late father.
"Look, Desmond, its the usurper I'm sure you've heard about." Her voice was smooth and low, but he could feel the contempt coming from it.
"But of course, you scarce go a day without mentioning him to me. I'm unimpressed. Must we really let such filth plague our castle? Why not let him roam about the land like a dirty vagabond. I doubt he'd last a day." Desmond's voice reeked similar hatred, yet Ray could tell there was something wrong with it. It seemed...forced.
"And risk him rallying up against us? Of course not! Besides, our good friends have a lot of fun in store for him. They will let him redeem his pig of a father for his sins."
Rage filled him as his hands grasped the bars of his cell and pulled. Blood rushed to his face in anger, and at that moment, he wanted nothing more than to pick up the Tyrfing and slash her to pieces himself! Tears beyond his control still flowed down his face. Within seconds, he hated the woman. He hated everything about her. Her dark hair, her slender body, her stupid smile, everything! Frustration filled him as he became increasingly aware of his inability to reach her. A woman undeserving of chivalry? Now he had seen everything.
"Feisty, aren't you? For your sake, I hope you calm down by the time your cellmate arrives. The guards should be delivering her momentarily. It was rather nice seeing you for the first time, love, but I must be making my leave now. Ta! Come, Desmond." The pair left through a door leading to a staircase and shut it extra hard to mock him.
Ray punched the floor in fury.
He'd escape if it were the last thing he did.
In a fit of rage, the boy kicked the door of the cell with all his might...but nothing. He was just as useless as he was when the castle was invaded. Just as useless when his father was killed and when his mother was turned to stone by a figure in black right before his eyes. He could still smell the blood of the knights and servants in his castle alike. All of them slaughtered right before his useless eyes. That was the worst part of it. He failed them. He failed them as a prince and a warrior. When it mattered the most, he was useless.
The door flung open unexpectedly and he jumped as soon as he heard the sound. Could it be a rescue?! Had someone come to help him? No...it was a woman in her mid-thirties and a boy no older than fifteen. The woman looked at him with a sadistic sort of satisfaction. Her smile chilled him to the core. The boy had a blank expression on his face, as if unaware of how he should feel. Ray tears stopped as he spotted the boy. The curly blonde hair and blue eyes immediately brought someone to his mind: Ray's late father.
"Look, Desmond, its the usurper I'm sure you've heard about." Her voice was smooth and low, but he could feel the contempt coming from it.
"But of course, you scarce go a day without mentioning him to me. I'm unimpressed. Must we really let such filth plague our castle? Why not let him roam about the land like a dirty vagabond. I doubt he'd last a day." Desmond's voice reeked similar hatred, yet Ray could tell there was something wrong with it. It seemed...forced.
"And risk him rallying up against us? Of course not! Besides, our good friends have a lot of fun in store for him. They will let him redeem his pig of a father for his sins."
Rage filled him as his hands grasped the bars of his cell and pulled. Blood rushed to his face in anger, and at that moment, he wanted nothing more than to pick up the Tyrfing and slash her to pieces himself! Tears beyond his control still flowed down his face. Within seconds, he hated the woman. He hated everything about her. Her dark hair, her slender body, her stupid smile, everything! Frustration filled him as he became increasingly aware of his inability to reach her. A woman undeserving of chivalry? Now he had seen everything.
"Feisty, aren't you? For your sake, I hope you calm down by the time your cellmate arrives. The guards should be delivering her momentarily. It was rather nice seeing you for the first time, love, but I must be making my leave now. Ta! Come, Desmond." The pair left through a door leading to a staircase and shut it extra hard to mock him.
Ray punched the floor in fury.
He'd escape if it were the last thing he did.
