somewittyname

War

As the men escorted Dorian to his bedroom, they informed the boy that dinner would be ready within the hour. The guard spoke about the prisoner, it seemed the boy would be taken downstairs to make his own food.

Abel was chained once allowed out of his cage and was walked all the way to the kitchen where he was allowed to grab meats and some fruits - being of a noble's son, he must be treated kindly unless to be found out and causing a bigger problem for the kingdom. The blonde was silent as he chopped his meat, the water boiling and fruits already boiling in the water. He knew how to cook from years of having to cook well his mother worked. The young man watched as the guards speak between one another. When they weren't paying attention the young man slipped something into his soup, they wouldn't notice and he would be able to use it later on to see if he was able to escape. As he finished everything up he waited his hands and waited for the guards to do something.

Being taken, he started up the stairs, a few maids hurrying and commenting on the prince. He had yet to meet the royal, Abel had been told he would meet the prince sooner or later, seeing that he would turn into one of his victims of his so called "pranks."

War

Name: Abel Anthony Val-jean
Age: 19
Height: 5'9
Personality: Abel grew up in a wonderful household after his mother married into wealth. Before hand he had lived like another other peasant which made him humble yet also a hard-worker who always yearned for more. Abel can be hot-headed at times but with training from his step-father as well as the archer which took him as a student, he can keep a cool head. The man is very kind and when he does not have to cold and hard, he will help those in need. This being said he is human, which means often - even in war- he will help those he thinks are in danger. This was the reason he was captured. A member of his group had been hit and when he returned to help, he was ambush. He was in one of the high ranks and it took four soldiers to get him under control. It advise not to kill him as it seemed he was contented to a very wealthy family in the opposing side, which he could be used as a bargaining chip. Currently he is help and often taken to the prince, his intelligence appearing when informed that he had beaten many of the guards at chess as well as other games.

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How long had it been since he was taken? Why would they keep him in the home of the king for so long? Either way the young blonde was woken up once more by the guard. The man determine to beat the prisoner at chess for once. Abel sighed softly and began to play with the man once again, within a few moves he had won and the guard simply muttered about Abel must have cheated to win so many times. The young man ignored it though, not paying much attention as another guard came in. Abel's present had been spread around, servants whispering and gossiping about the young archer.

The young man ignored the guard for awhile as the man tried to figure out how Abel had won so quickly. Deep blue eyes staring out upon the water before him. Even in this tower he was still allowed to see the beauty and of the world and truthfully he was more than happy to have some time here rather than on the field. He could still remember the warm blood spilling through is fingers and the smell of metal in his nostrils as blood and metals filled the air. He was injured from the knight who had been able to get a blow on his arm, the bandaged wrapped around his left forearm and the pain shooting through now and again. Scars littered his body from the past and recent hand-to-hand combat encounters.

The guard was called away, to look for the prince which the man could only groan softly before agreeing and leaving to find the brat. Being left alone the young man was allowed to reflect on his life. It was funny to think he still ended up behind bars, how many other had ended back from his childhood home. Even after being taken from the streets with his mother and being put in a wealthy family to be tutored and trained to be but the utmost loyal subject as well as a well groom gentlemen. He was very loyal to the crown which once had been his own enemy and before the war a very clean boy who always wore his suits and groomed hair. Now he sat on his cot, hair a mess, face still dirty and now wearing plain trousers and a loose, ripped shirt. His leather vest, gloves, and padding taken away in his capture.

Once the prince was found, the guard began walking him back into the castle, talking between each other as if the prince was not here.

"...he keeps winning! I can't understand how - I swear he must be cheating, there is no way he could win so many times in a row or so quickly. Its unnatural!"

"Perhaps he is a witch--or you could be horrible at chess."

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The women priests of the temple waited by their Goddess, muttering prayers and keeping almost completely still as the grunts and shouts of the prisoners were dragged in. The warriors chained to one another as they were shoved and pulled into the temple. All the men had lumps and wounds over their body. Dirty and muscular. The believers of the Goddess took a knee, forcing the prisoners to bow as well to their new Goddess; the men were not too happy with it. The general of the Goddess' army was yet to be seen till he and two other men were pulling in another person. A young woman, no older than twenty, was dragged in. Her body shaped as female but much harder and matching scars and wounds of the fellow prisoners.

"LET GO OF ME!" she shouted. The woman was smaller than the men that dragged her, but it seemed they had a hard time with how she thrashed and clearly gave no respect to where she was taken. the men had to be rough with her as they shoved the woman to her knees and held her down.

"I apologize my Goddess, though it seems this is no longer a woman and we must use force." he explained. The woman glared form the floor, amber eyes piercing the un human figure as she kept thrusting under the weight of the two men.

"What would you like us to do with them?"

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