Ice Cold Heart - Part 2 The small battery-operated clock said 7:02 when Lykaios glanced at it. Dinner had been canned vegetables and a bottle of water. It was enough to take the edge off the hunger, but stomach pangs still teased and the prince found his mood worsened by it.
Lykaios was happy that his sister had finally managed to fall asleep. Luciana had been so upset when their mother had left that she had spent several hours crying. Holding her doll to her chest, the girl slumbered quietly in the corner.
Sara appeared from the door, carrying a torch. She placed it in the makeshift holder on the wall and sat down. “The fire’s nearly out. I just don’t have the energy to keep it going. I’ll have to start one again in the morning.”
“If we don’t freeze to death before then,” Lykaios sneered.
The redhead had been so pensive most of the time, blowing off his comments. This time she stood, moving towards him in challenge. “Why are you so
To Protect the Protector*** Author's Note. This story is separate and apart from my other entry for the Unlikely Friends contest. This does not follow the chronology of the other story. It is in fact a story that branches in a different direction. This story assumes Sara gets home originally from Loreithia, the other story assumes she never made it back. ***
Empress Luciana stared out the window, warm streams of sunlight dancing on her cheeks. She intently watched the bustle of activity down below, a smile gracing her delicate pink lips.
It was two days until the high holiday and all of Loreithia was busy preparing for the celebrations. Children ran through the fields, gathering flowers for large bouquets. Bakers were preparing an array of succulent confections: cakes, cookies, muffins, and more. The butchers had already slaughtered their finest stock and were preparing the slow roasted beasts and bubbling stews.
17 Years and Forever - Part IThe dream. It came again. It always came, over and over, yet there seemed to be no waking from it.
"You rotten child. How dare you? You are spoiled and you rightly need a long time out or a good spanking," Sara had screamed.
There was yelling, cursing, the boy's words were harsh and stern. "Witch. You are nothing more than a witch. I no longer wish to see you. Curse her, old man, curse her!"
A bright light. The cloud coming, swallowing her. She couldn't breathe.
"No," the girl's voice calling.
Darkness coming, the world fading away.
"You did it, you did it," the boy screaming in delight. "Accursed sleep."
"The armies are approaching the castle, Princess. We must go."
The girl's voice familiar. "We must take her with us. I shall not have her fall to their hands."
"But the dangers. She is cursed, she is doomed."
"I will not have her taken by assassins who will sacrifice her in my father's name. Bring her now, I command it!"
The words faded into silence.
A woman's voic
17 Years and Forever - Part IISara's eyes hazed. The flicker of the campfire was before her, but it blurred in and out. The men had grabbed her, tying her to a tree. The wound in her side was not deep, but it hurt immensely, and it seeped fluid down her leg. If it wasn't cared for, she would die of the blood loss. Though a part of her realized she'd be dead far before then.
The balding man stood before, smiling to reveal most of his teeth were gone. He snaked his tongue across his lips. "Foolish girl, to come here. Don't you know the Carion Woods are ours?" He moved close to her, the smell of beer thick on his breath. His hand snaked through the ties on her dress, harshly grabbing her breasts. "We will have our way with you. Then we’ll chop you up and feed you to our dogs."
Tears streamed down Sara's cheeks, her chest heaving in sobs. The men in the background laughed, clanking their mugs together. The one who had caught her in the forest rose. "I fo
Ice Cold Heart - Part 1“C’mon, Lykaios, hurry!”
The young man looked at his sister and rolled his eyes. “It’s not like they’re going to leave without us, you know.”
Luciana giggled and pulled on her brother’s arm. She couldn’t help it, she was excited. When she had first come to Gale City years earlier, she had seen airplanes up in the sky and had read about them in storybooks. They fascinated her and she had always wanted to ride in one, but never had the chance. That was about to change.
Lykaios stared through the window at the small jet sitting out on the air field and frowned. “I don’t know about that thing. It doesn’t look safe. I’d far rather travel on a dragon or griffin.”
A slender hand fell on the prince’s shoulder. “I’ve ridden on a griffin before. Trust me, this is much more comfortable.” Sara moved away from the man, dropping her duffel bag onto a nearby chair.
The small ebony-haired girl g