Elena had fallen asleep on the long trip over. She didn’t mean to, but she was so frightened and so tired from being drug and thrown and tossed that she couldn’t help it. Forcroff was carrying her in his for arms as gently as he could, making sure she didn’t budge or wake and making sure no harm came to her.
She was peaceful looking in his arms, sleeping as if he had never taken her from her home.
He brought her to Shea’s palace, just as she had ordered and took her to the room where the lady would be living for the rest of her nine months until Lord Gargon was born again into the world.
The room was dark and black, large with marble floors and huge marble fireplace with a roaring fire in it. Her bed was large and high off the ground with dark maroon curtains around it and dark velvet covers.
Forcroff laid her gently on the bed and pulled the covers over her too keep her warm. It was his duty now to make sure no harm came to her and she had everything she needed. After all, she was the mother of his Lord.
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After several hours she woke up to the feeling of soft silk sheets and a thick velvet cover over her. She snuggled up to them, wondering how Airen managed to get her into silk sheets and a velvet cover… But, then she remembered her strange and horrible dream and now she wondered if she was dreaming about these strange covers.
Her eyes opened and she sat up quickly, as if she just now awoke from that nightmare. Her eyes shot around the room, but everything was dark except for the fireplace, which was blazing with fire.
“Where… am I?” she asked herself and pushed the covers away from her. She climbed off the very high bed and put her feet on the cold stone floor. She took several steps forward and felt the feel of fur under her feet and below her was a rug made of it.
She looked around the room and noticed the peculiar fireplace. The mantle was being held up by two demon figures on either side of the fireplace.
It hadn’t been a dream. A demon had really taken her from her home. From Airen.
She shook her head wildly in disbelief. No, this couldn’t be happening. Not again. Not again! Would these demons torture her like Gargon had?
‘They will not harm you,’ a voice said to her as if from no where. It didn’t seem as though someone was in the room with her. The voice was familiar. The same voice who had been speaking to her. ‘They will protect you.’
“Who are you?” Elena asked aloud.
‘Name me,’ the voice said to her.
“Name you?” she asked, stressing it in disbelief.
‘Name your son,’ the voice said to her.
“Name you…” she mused, thinking. “I’ll call you… Luther.” The name just felt right.
“So you are naming my Lord, Luther?” a dark voice said from behind her in the darkness.
Elena jumped, almost screaming and whirled around to see who was speaking to her. A tall figure came from the shadows. She remembered him clearly as the one who grabbed her. She gasped, stepping away from him quickly.
“Your l-lord?” she asked softly.
“The child you carry,” he whispered softly.
“Child?”
“Yes, he will one day be my Lord.”
Now she remembered. It was because Shea planned to take him from her. She was surprised she had forgotten so soon. She was even more surprised when the being kneeled before her on one knee.
“My Lady, mother of Uther, my Lord, I have been chosen to protect you.” He bowed his head and closed his eyes, putting on hand on the floor before him and one arm behind his back.
“Why did you take me from my husband? From my home?” she asked him. Why would he kidnap her if he was sworn to protect her?
“It was unsafe for you there. My Queen felt it would be safer if you stayed here in her palace.
“SHEA?!” Elena screamed in terror. She was in the palace that belonged to the foulest creature on the Heirot?!
“It was unsafe for you to be with that man… Your husband. It is safe for you here and you will remain here so that my lord will be ensured a safe birth,” he told her, rising to his full eight foot height.
“But, Airen would never hurt me!” Elena argued.
“No,” he said. “But, he will hurt my Lord.”
Her eyes opened and she sat up quickly, as if she just now awoke from that nightmare. Her eyes shot around the room, but everything was dark except for the fireplace, which was blazing with fire.
“Where… am I?” she asked herself and pushed the covers away from her. She climbed off the very high bed and put her feet on the cold stone floor. She took several steps forward and felt the feel of fur under her feet and below her was a rug made of it.
She looked around the room and noticed the peculiar fireplace. The mantle was being held up by two demon figures on either side of the fireplace.
It hadn’t been a dream. A demon had really taken her from her home. From Airen.
She shook her head wildly in disbelief. No, this couldn’t be happening. Not again. Not again! Would these demons torture her like Gargon had?
‘They will not harm you,’ a voice said to her as if from no where. It didn’t seem as though someone was in the room with her. The voice was familiar. The same voice who had been speaking to her. ‘They will protect you.’
“Who are you?” Elena asked aloud.
‘Name me,’ the voice said to her.
“Name you?” she asked, stressing it in disbelief.
‘Name your son,’ the voice said to her.
“Name you…” she mused, thinking. “I’ll call you… Luther.” The name just felt right.
“So you are naming my Lord, Luther?” a dark voice said from behind her in the darkness.
Elena jumped, almost screaming and whirled around to see who was speaking to her. A tall figure came from the shadows. She remembered him clearly as the one who grabbed her. She gasped, stepping away from him quickly.
“Your l-lord?” she asked softly.
“The child you carry,” he whispered softly.
“Child?”
“Yes, he will one day be my Lord.”
Now she remembered. It was because Shea planned to take him from her. She was surprised she had forgotten so soon. She was even more surprised when the being kneeled before her on one knee.
“My Lady, mother of Uther, my Lord, I have been chosen to protect you.” He bowed his head and closed his eyes, putting on hand on the floor before him and one arm behind his back.
“Why did you take me from my husband? From my home?” she asked him. Why would he kidnap her if he was sworn to protect her?
“It was unsafe for you there. My Queen felt it would be safer if you stayed here in her palace.
“SHEA?!” Elena screamed in terror. She was in the palace that belonged to the foulest creature on the Heirot?!
“It was unsafe for you to be with that man… Your husband. It is safe for you here and you will remain here so that my lord will be ensured a safe birth,” he told her, rising to his full eight foot height.
“But, Airen would never hurt me!” Elena argued.
“No,” he said. “But, he will hurt my Lord.”
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Elena sat in a comfy chair next to the fire with a rather sad look on her face. She thought about the child growing inside of her, wondering how it could be named a lord when it had done nothing special yet. She put a hand to her growing belly and sighed softly, wondering how long it would be before Airen came for her.
She had gotten used to Airen rescuing her, so naturally she knew he would come this time. He always came for her, no matter how long.
This time she wouldn’t be tortured… unless you call boredom torture. She had done nothing all day… or was it night? She sat in the chair she had been sitting in since, what she believed, was morning.
The one named Forcroff brought her food on a silver plate with a silver knife and fork. She had never eaten off of silver… only washed it in the castle she had worked in.
She had fine clothes made of soft silk, velvet, satin, cotton… Things she had never worn before and for the first time she had make-up, though didn’t entirely know how to use it so she left it sitting on her dresser top.
Forcroff opened the door to find her sitting in the same place as last time. “Maybe you should move around, Mother of my Lord?” he asked, his four arms crossing across his broad chest.
“I’d rather not thank you,” she said softly, folding her own arms. “Besides it isn’t fun to walk around a room…”
“Would the Mother of my Lord like to go outside and walk?” he asked, his voice a bit testy.
“The Mother of your Lord would!” Elena said and sighed. “Then maybe you can forget who I am and let me go…” she muttered to herself, wondering if he could hear her.
“I will escort you out into the courtyard,” he said and walked towards the door.
“I don’t need an escort!” Elena said, getting aggravated, most of it caused by mood swings.
“You will have an escort,” the tone of his voice left no room for argument.
She had gotten used to Airen rescuing her, so naturally she knew he would come this time. He always came for her, no matter how long.
This time she wouldn’t be tortured… unless you call boredom torture. She had done nothing all day… or was it night? She sat in the chair she had been sitting in since, what she believed, was morning.
The one named Forcroff brought her food on a silver plate with a silver knife and fork. She had never eaten off of silver… only washed it in the castle she had worked in.
She had fine clothes made of soft silk, velvet, satin, cotton… Things she had never worn before and for the first time she had make-up, though didn’t entirely know how to use it so she left it sitting on her dresser top.
Forcroff opened the door to find her sitting in the same place as last time. “Maybe you should move around, Mother of my Lord?” he asked, his four arms crossing across his broad chest.
“I’d rather not thank you,” she said softly, folding her own arms. “Besides it isn’t fun to walk around a room…”
“Would the Mother of my Lord like to go outside and walk?” he asked, his voice a bit testy.
“The Mother of your Lord would!” Elena said and sighed. “Then maybe you can forget who I am and let me go…” she muttered to herself, wondering if he could hear her.
“I will escort you out into the courtyard,” he said and walked towards the door.
“I don’t need an escort!” Elena said, getting aggravated, most of it caused by mood swings.
“You will have an escort,” the tone of his voice left no room for argument.
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Elena discovered quickly she didn’t like Shea’s palace at all. It as dark, dreary, creepy, cold, evil… and a number of other really bad things. It felt like she had already been there for days and she had really only been there a short while.
Elena stood outside in the courtyard which was nothing more than stone ground with stone statues of demons. Two different statues were of two women. Both looked similar, but were still very different. The women were beautiful and strong looking. On closer inspection Elena noticed that one of them was Shea herself.
“I really don’t like this place,” she commented to herself and folded her arms across her chest, making an aggravated face.
Forcroff stood close by, keeping a watchful eye over the Mother of his Lord. His eyes arched at her aggravation, wondering what could aggravate her so.
“Its dark, and smells of dead fish….” she put her fingers to her nose.
“That isn’t burned flesh,” Forcroff commented sourly. “It’s the sea.”
“What a nasty smelling sea,” she said equally sour.
“Well, if the Mother of my Lord wishes to return to her room let us do so?”
Elena glanced towards him as she looked at the wide open gate. Like hell I’m going back in there when I can just run out of this gate…
“No… I want to stay out here longer,” she told him as she casually made her way towards the gate that held two guards on either side.
I might be pregnant… but I can still run…
With that she took off towards the gate. The two guards blinked, unsure of what to do. She was dressed to finely to be an escaped prisoner… They let her pass to Forcroff’s slack mouth surprise. Forcroff ran forward, his body changing into that of a black wolf as he darted out the gate behind her.
Elena ran and ran until she ran straight into two men.
“Well, excuse you!” one said, he was wormy looking with sores all over his face.
“I’m sorry… I was trying to escape Shea’s palace…”
“I pretty dressed thing like you escape luxury? I doubt it…”
“But I was!”
“Hardly…”
“Please! I was!”
The stronger one grabbed Elena by both her shoulders. “Noble slut!”
“No!”
He slammed her against the wall so hard she fell side ways after reverberating off it. She hit the hard ground and scraped her hand across it.
“Kick her fred!”
“NO!” She screamed and wrapped her arms like a protective shield around her stomach to protect her child. Just as his foot was going to connect with her fire erupted around it, spreading up his leg.
“Sorceress bitch!” the wormy one cried.
He put his foot down on her throat, to choke her and keep her down. He was rather stupid since he had just seen his friends whole form ketch on fire and turn to ashes in seconds for only trying to kick her.
Elena squirmed and clawed at his foot, not totally understanding what had just happened.
The corners of her eyes were turning black and growing darker as she couldn’t regain her breath. Just as she was fading out she saw a black growling blob of something jump across and tackle the man to the ground.
Forcroff emerged from his fight as the wolf, gazing down at the mutilated body on the ground. He turned his gaze back to his Lady and knelt down, noticing she was still alive.
“Never do that again,” he growled and lifted her up in two of his four arms.
Elena didn’t answer. A deep sleep came over her for no apparent reason, almost as if she had been drugged.
‘Rest,’ a child’s voice said to her.
‘Luther?’ she thought.
‘Yes, mother… It is I.’
Elena stood outside in the courtyard which was nothing more than stone ground with stone statues of demons. Two different statues were of two women. Both looked similar, but were still very different. The women were beautiful and strong looking. On closer inspection Elena noticed that one of them was Shea herself.
“I really don’t like this place,” she commented to herself and folded her arms across her chest, making an aggravated face.
Forcroff stood close by, keeping a watchful eye over the Mother of his Lord. His eyes arched at her aggravation, wondering what could aggravate her so.
“Its dark, and smells of dead fish….” she put her fingers to her nose.
“That isn’t burned flesh,” Forcroff commented sourly. “It’s the sea.”
“What a nasty smelling sea,” she said equally sour.
“Well, if the Mother of my Lord wishes to return to her room let us do so?”
Elena glanced towards him as she looked at the wide open gate. Like hell I’m going back in there when I can just run out of this gate…
“No… I want to stay out here longer,” she told him as she casually made her way towards the gate that held two guards on either side.
I might be pregnant… but I can still run…
With that she took off towards the gate. The two guards blinked, unsure of what to do. She was dressed to finely to be an escaped prisoner… They let her pass to Forcroff’s slack mouth surprise. Forcroff ran forward, his body changing into that of a black wolf as he darted out the gate behind her.
Elena ran and ran until she ran straight into two men.
“Well, excuse you!” one said, he was wormy looking with sores all over his face.
“I’m sorry… I was trying to escape Shea’s palace…”
“I pretty dressed thing like you escape luxury? I doubt it…”
“But I was!”
“Hardly…”
“Please! I was!”
The stronger one grabbed Elena by both her shoulders. “Noble slut!”
“No!”
He slammed her against the wall so hard she fell side ways after reverberating off it. She hit the hard ground and scraped her hand across it.
“Kick her fred!”
“NO!” She screamed and wrapped her arms like a protective shield around her stomach to protect her child. Just as his foot was going to connect with her fire erupted around it, spreading up his leg.
“Sorceress bitch!” the wormy one cried.
He put his foot down on her throat, to choke her and keep her down. He was rather stupid since he had just seen his friends whole form ketch on fire and turn to ashes in seconds for only trying to kick her.
Elena squirmed and clawed at his foot, not totally understanding what had just happened.
The corners of her eyes were turning black and growing darker as she couldn’t regain her breath. Just as she was fading out she saw a black growling blob of something jump across and tackle the man to the ground.
Forcroff emerged from his fight as the wolf, gazing down at the mutilated body on the ground. He turned his gaze back to his Lady and knelt down, noticing she was still alive.
“Never do that again,” he growled and lifted her up in two of his four arms.
Elena didn’t answer. A deep sleep came over her for no apparent reason, almost as if she had been drugged.
‘Rest,’ a child’s voice said to her.
‘Luther?’ she thought.
‘Yes, mother… It is I.’
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Damien made his way to Shea's palace. He had to meet his beloved sister-in-law who's been talked about so much this day and time.
Damien knows his brother, Airen will come for his lovely wife, and he will be ready to confront him for the first time. Damien had no intentions of trying to fight and kill Airen because he knew that would be suicide. He just wanted to look into the eyes of his father's murderer.
The palace began rising up in the distance.
Damien knows his brother, Airen will come for his lovely wife, and he will be ready to confront him for the first time. Damien had no intentions of trying to fight and kill Airen because he knew that would be suicide. He just wanted to look into the eyes of his father's murderer.
The palace began rising up in the distance.
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"You don't have to do this," Elena said softly as she sat in her large chair wit her foot propped in Forcroff's lap. He was wrapping her twisted ankle in a tan wrap.
"It is my duty to take care of you, Mother of Lord Luther..."
"He's not even born yet and you already call him lord?" Elena asked.
"From the moment he was concieved I knew."
Elena was taken a back by those eerie creepy words. How could he possibly know that?
"From the very moment?"
"Yes."
"How?!" Elena yelped.
Forcroff tied the bandage. "It is because me and my lord are tied."
'Forcroff, she mustn't find out who I am just yet...'
'Yes my lord...'
"That is creepy," Elena told him.
"I am sorry, Mother of My Lord."
"You know that is a mouth full... If I'm stuck here you can call me Elena..." She didn't see why she should be rude to someone only trying to protect her.
"I will not."
"Er..." She thought for a moment. "Lady Elena?"
Forcroff looked as if he was considering it and then he nodded. "Lady Elena is much easier to say."
"It is my duty to take care of you, Mother of Lord Luther..."
"He's not even born yet and you already call him lord?" Elena asked.
"From the moment he was concieved I knew."
Elena was taken a back by those eerie creepy words. How could he possibly know that?
"From the very moment?"
"Yes."
"How?!" Elena yelped.
Forcroff tied the bandage. "It is because me and my lord are tied."
'Forcroff, she mustn't find out who I am just yet...'
'Yes my lord...'
"That is creepy," Elena told him.
"I am sorry, Mother of My Lord."
"You know that is a mouth full... If I'm stuck here you can call me Elena..." She didn't see why she should be rude to someone only trying to protect her.
"I will not."
"Er..." She thought for a moment. "Lady Elena?"
Forcroff looked as if he was considering it and then he nodded. "Lady Elena is much easier to say."
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Elena looked at the door quickly, wondering who would be knocking. Could it be on the maids coming to bring her food or "help" her take a bath. She wasn't really to excited about the last one.
She went to get up but Forcroff beat her too it. He strowed across the room, his four arms moving at his side as one hand reached out and opened one of the double doors.
"Who is it?" Elena asked curiously, peeking from behind the chair.
"Lord Damien..."
"Is everyone you know a Lord?" she asked and pushed herself up, hobbling around the chair to see this Lord Damien with her own eyes. "Oh, its a young boy." She had expected someone else. Someone older.
She went to get up but Forcroff beat her too it. He strowed across the room, his four arms moving at his side as one hand reached out and opened one of the double doors.
"Who is it?" Elena asked curiously, peeking from behind the chair.
"Lord Damien..."
"Is everyone you know a Lord?" she asked and pushed herself up, hobbling around the chair to see this Lord Damien with her own eyes. "Oh, its a young boy." She had expected someone else. Someone older.
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" I may be young," he said fiercly, "But I am far more dangerous than your pathetic excuse for a husband."
Though very young, Damien spoke as if he were an adult. The evil smirk remained on his face as he made his way to Elena's chair.
He stopped just in front of it and asked, "Is this your seat? Or should I say was this your seat?"
He plopped down in her chair and kicked up his feet.
Though very young, Damien spoke as if he were an adult. The evil smirk remained on his face as he made his way to Elena's chair.
He stopped just in front of it and asked, "Is this your seat? Or should I say was this your seat?"
He plopped down in her chair and kicked up his feet.
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Elena smiled, finding his attitude rather cute. She thought he must be playing, trying to act as if he was stronger and such to make an impression on her. It would take far more than words to convince her he was truly evil.
"Make yourself at home," she said and sat down on a stool.
"So how do you know my husband?" she asked, looking down at her ankle and admiring Forcroff's work. He came to stand behind her, leaning against the wall with his four arms folded.
"Make yourself at home," she said and sat down on a stool.
"So how do you know my husband?" she asked, looking down at her ankle and admiring Forcroff's work. He came to stand behind her, leaning against the wall with his four arms folded.
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Damien noticed her hand slide down to her stomach and the smile reappeared on his face. "Oh come on my dear sister-in-law... Can't you see the family resemblence between me and you hubby..." he said sarcastically.
He turned his head and face at different angles so she could see his different features. He eyes burned with a dark flame.
He turned his head and face at different angles so she could see his different features. He eyes burned with a dark flame.
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"Dear Gods..." Elena whispered as she noticed it finally as the fire in the fire place hit his face.
"I didn't know he had a brother... He never told me." She brushed a strand of curly blond hair from her face.
"Your a nice looking little boy... Both of your look a lot like your father..." Elena could never forget Airen's father. The man who wanted to use her as a sacrifice to Gargon.
"I didn't know he had a brother... He never told me." She brushed a strand of curly blond hair from her face.
"Your a nice looking little boy... Both of your look a lot like your father..." Elena could never forget Airen's father. The man who wanted to use her as a sacrifice to Gargon.
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