nightray
The Nighte is my home
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I sit next to my father’s throne of gold watching the nobles maneuvering in an endless dance making and braking alliances all in order to gain power and to crush an enemy. I yawn as I sit board for I was the oldest son of my father and thus I had to learn the politics of the court. My eye’s move to the windows looking out at the garden and the deep clear blue sky. I look over at a lord trying to engage in conversion about some deal or other.
I stand and walk out threw the back door hidden behind the throne not caring about the lectecher I would get from my father when he catches me. It seems that he’s always lectechering me about some thing demanding perfection from me.
Mother died at my breath so I never got to know her I was razed by the nannies and the tutors and when I was old enough I was schooled in the art of the sword and war. I had found that it came to me easily like I was born with a blade in my hands.
I move threw the halls avoiding the servants as much as one can so as to make it more difficult for my father to fined me. I slip out in to the courtyard looking around and dashing to the stables. I smile as I see my horse in its stall my older sisters horse is already gone.
I quickly sandal my horse up something that most of the nobles would frown apon a crowned prince shouldn’t lower him self to satelling his own horses. I chuckle as I keep a look out for the stable hands knowing that they would do there best to stop me and do it them selves. I quickly mount and kick my horse in it sides casing him to rear on his hind legs before galloping out of the stables doors as fast as he can.
I laugh at the freedom of the wind blowing in my face as my mount runs threw the fields of the peasants heeding to the royal forest. I look around and chuckle as the horse bursts in to the under brush leaping easily over bushes and reveans. I slow down once the trees become to dens to gallop in any longer my ears open for the sound of the stream that runs threw the forest. I smile as I hear it and the sweet tinkling lafter of my sister. I turn my horse in that direction heading tordes the sound. I smile broadly having always enjoyed the sound of her laugh it always made me feel happy I would do most any thing to hear her laugh.
Just as I cum out on to the bank of the stream I hear my sisters laughter turn in to a scream. I hear blades crashing and men yelling vile words. I turn my horse down stream in the direction of the yells. I burst out in to the clearing to a sight of hoarer the guards that were with my sister lay dead in and near the water. As several gruff looking men where holding and pawing at my sister.
I recognize them as what they are slavers they have been forbidden passage threw my fathers lands for many years now. With out thought I gallop strait at them trampling one man under my steed’s hooves with the satisfying sound of bones snapping. I hear the man scream in agony before his voice is cut of suddenly.
I turn my stead sharply dismounting and pulling my sword with a deadly grace. I run at the men still holding my sister ignoring me as there brutal hands grope and fondle her mercilessly laughing at her pleas of mercy.
My sword swings in a hye arc severing one manes head from his body a mist of blood flying in the air matching the fog boiling in my minds eye. I laugh with a blood lust as I turn the blade to cut another man my rage beyond control at this point. Just as my sword bites into another man I feel a sharp pain in the back of my head. I fall to my knees my eye’s blurring.
I hear a soultry women’s voice yell seeming from along way off. “Stop that you imbeciles she’s worth more untouched.” My eyes focus on my sisters horrified face tears poring down her cheeks and her breasts hanging free from her ripped dress. I try to speak but blackness envelopes me…
My eye’s open slowly the fog lifting as I see that I’m in my own room covers pulled up to my chin a maid hovering over me a wearied look on her face. I blink a few times my head pounding as I try to speak.
“W what happened how… how did I get hear?” I say in a low crock.
I flinch as she yells “My lord his awake.” I grown as her voice causes my head to ache. I role over on to my side holding my arms over my ears to keep the painful voice out.
I grown softly. “Quite pleas that hurts.” I say softly. I hear the sound of flesh being hit. I turn seeing the girl holding her cheek the red imprint of my fathers hand on it.
“Quit wench I told you to com and get me not yell his head is bond to be paining him after such a blow.” I hear my father growl in a low angry tone. My father then turns and looms over my bed something he do’s with out thinking as natchril as breathing.
“What happened son?” He asks in a low tone as gentle as he can. He’s eyes are full of fear rage and confusion.
“Slavers took Lena.” I sit up as it hit me the memory of thous rough disgusting hands pawing at her breasts. I shudder as I try to get out of bed. “I got to find her.” I say in a rush, but father’s hands push me back gently.
“Rest son it’s been days sins you where knocked out. It was all the maids could do to get you to drink broth.” I lay back weakness washing over me my head having become light as the room spins.
“But Lena.” I say a tear running down my cheek at the helpless feelings rushing threw me. “I have too save her I have too.” I say earnestly. Rage plain in my eyes at the thought of those disgusting barbarians touching her like that. I see the same rage burning in my father’s eyes.
“I’ve sent are best tracers after them but it is doubtful that we’ll find them.” He sits next to me the bed creaking slightly under his wait. “We didn’t find you until well after sundown and the tracers couldn’t find a trace of them.” He sighs they must have used the water to cover there sent and any sine of witch way they went.
I lay back my hand in a tight fist my knuckles weight with the effort. I pond my fist in to the mattress growling with frustrated anger. “So attack the slavers destroy the kingdom of Morgreth.” I say in a bitter tone my voice as hard and sharp as a sword.
My eye’s narrow slightly as my father shakes his head. “We can’t son there alleys would defend them. We would have to call in for support from are alis. They wouldn’t do so for Lena she’s not a crowned prince or a king.”
I growl rage boiling just below the serfes. “Then send are best men in to there lands to hunt the slavers and get her back.” I say every word bit off harshly.
“I've already don that son and we have also cut all trade with them as they have clearly violated the treaty.” He say’s this in a rezind voice knowing that we wouldn’t find her in time to save her from the horrors that lay in wait for her innocent mind….
I stand and walk out threw the back door hidden behind the throne not caring about the lectecher I would get from my father when he catches me. It seems that he’s always lectechering me about some thing demanding perfection from me.
Mother died at my breath so I never got to know her I was razed by the nannies and the tutors and when I was old enough I was schooled in the art of the sword and war. I had found that it came to me easily like I was born with a blade in my hands.
I move threw the halls avoiding the servants as much as one can so as to make it more difficult for my father to fined me. I slip out in to the courtyard looking around and dashing to the stables. I smile as I see my horse in its stall my older sisters horse is already gone.
I quickly sandal my horse up something that most of the nobles would frown apon a crowned prince shouldn’t lower him self to satelling his own horses. I chuckle as I keep a look out for the stable hands knowing that they would do there best to stop me and do it them selves. I quickly mount and kick my horse in it sides casing him to rear on his hind legs before galloping out of the stables doors as fast as he can.
I laugh at the freedom of the wind blowing in my face as my mount runs threw the fields of the peasants heeding to the royal forest. I look around and chuckle as the horse bursts in to the under brush leaping easily over bushes and reveans. I slow down once the trees become to dens to gallop in any longer my ears open for the sound of the stream that runs threw the forest. I smile as I hear it and the sweet tinkling lafter of my sister. I turn my horse in that direction heading tordes the sound. I smile broadly having always enjoyed the sound of her laugh it always made me feel happy I would do most any thing to hear her laugh.
Just as I cum out on to the bank of the stream I hear my sisters laughter turn in to a scream. I hear blades crashing and men yelling vile words. I turn my horse down stream in the direction of the yells. I burst out in to the clearing to a sight of hoarer the guards that were with my sister lay dead in and near the water. As several gruff looking men where holding and pawing at my sister.
I recognize them as what they are slavers they have been forbidden passage threw my fathers lands for many years now. With out thought I gallop strait at them trampling one man under my steed’s hooves with the satisfying sound of bones snapping. I hear the man scream in agony before his voice is cut of suddenly.
I turn my stead sharply dismounting and pulling my sword with a deadly grace. I run at the men still holding my sister ignoring me as there brutal hands grope and fondle her mercilessly laughing at her pleas of mercy.
My sword swings in a hye arc severing one manes head from his body a mist of blood flying in the air matching the fog boiling in my minds eye. I laugh with a blood lust as I turn the blade to cut another man my rage beyond control at this point. Just as my sword bites into another man I feel a sharp pain in the back of my head. I fall to my knees my eye’s blurring.
I hear a soultry women’s voice yell seeming from along way off. “Stop that you imbeciles she’s worth more untouched.” My eyes focus on my sisters horrified face tears poring down her cheeks and her breasts hanging free from her ripped dress. I try to speak but blackness envelopes me…
My eye’s open slowly the fog lifting as I see that I’m in my own room covers pulled up to my chin a maid hovering over me a wearied look on her face. I blink a few times my head pounding as I try to speak.
“W what happened how… how did I get hear?” I say in a low crock.
I flinch as she yells “My lord his awake.” I grown as her voice causes my head to ache. I role over on to my side holding my arms over my ears to keep the painful voice out.
I grown softly. “Quite pleas that hurts.” I say softly. I hear the sound of flesh being hit. I turn seeing the girl holding her cheek the red imprint of my fathers hand on it.
“Quit wench I told you to com and get me not yell his head is bond to be paining him after such a blow.” I hear my father growl in a low angry tone. My father then turns and looms over my bed something he do’s with out thinking as natchril as breathing.
“What happened son?” He asks in a low tone as gentle as he can. He’s eyes are full of fear rage and confusion.
“Slavers took Lena.” I sit up as it hit me the memory of thous rough disgusting hands pawing at her breasts. I shudder as I try to get out of bed. “I got to find her.” I say in a rush, but father’s hands push me back gently.
“Rest son it’s been days sins you where knocked out. It was all the maids could do to get you to drink broth.” I lay back weakness washing over me my head having become light as the room spins.
“But Lena.” I say a tear running down my cheek at the helpless feelings rushing threw me. “I have too save her I have too.” I say earnestly. Rage plain in my eyes at the thought of those disgusting barbarians touching her like that. I see the same rage burning in my father’s eyes.
“I’ve sent are best tracers after them but it is doubtful that we’ll find them.” He sits next to me the bed creaking slightly under his wait. “We didn’t find you until well after sundown and the tracers couldn’t find a trace of them.” He sighs they must have used the water to cover there sent and any sine of witch way they went.
I lay back my hand in a tight fist my knuckles weight with the effort. I pond my fist in to the mattress growling with frustrated anger. “So attack the slavers destroy the kingdom of Morgreth.” I say in a bitter tone my voice as hard and sharp as a sword.
My eye’s narrow slightly as my father shakes his head. “We can’t son there alleys would defend them. We would have to call in for support from are alis. They wouldn’t do so for Lena she’s not a crowned prince or a king.”
I growl rage boiling just below the serfes. “Then send are best men in to there lands to hunt the slavers and get her back.” I say every word bit off harshly.
“I've already don that son and we have also cut all trade with them as they have clearly violated the treaty.” He say’s this in a rezind voice knowing that we wouldn’t find her in time to save her from the horrors that lay in wait for her innocent mind….