Lucinda
I sit up in my bed, the breath expelling from my lungs was heavy. I rub the sleep from my eyes and stand, popping my back, before grabbing the golden blade of my sword. Confusion still filling me about the sword.Its dirty, like it hasnt been used in a long time. How long had I been sleeping for? I shrug, ignoring the gnawing suspicions growing in me.. I scrape it clean with my destroyed t-shirt, and look at my reflection through it. My long black curls cascade down my shoulders, my eyes a raw gold. Beautiful, but as sharp as broken glass. Beautiful and deadly. Lethal and graceful. As I turned, I looked at the journal again, a strange curiosity growing in me. Slowly I walked over to it, and slowly I sat down, opening the dusty cover. My eyes scanned the front page, a strange feeling of curiosity growing.
Slowly, I started reading.
My name is Ezra. I've been here on the mission for a month now, waiting for the girl to wake up. Something strange has been happening in this small town. People go missing every two days, and that librarian has more knowledge about the sun paladin than possible. She knows more than I do. And I'm the main scholar on them, seeing as I apprenticed with the dark whisper. Anyways, As Father demanded, I'm going to try and take over the town. Before the girl awakes. Ny eyes were wide as I read this. Who's Ezra?? And what's so strange about this town. I shrugged and turned the page, where more words are written, in a quick scribbling sentences, a few pages ripped out before that. Im losing control... his voice whispers in my head. There are blanks in my memory, and everything that I do plays out in front of me like a dream. Now adays, when I look into the mirror, I see my eyes turn gold when they're a silver green. Soon, I dont think I'll be the same any more. This may be the last time I wrote again... Hes here... If you're reading this, do t let him win!. I slammed the book shut, panting. I stood up, pushing away from the chair and the journal, quickly sheathing my sword. Fear dances on my spine. Something about that letter...I sheathed my sword at my hip and kicked open the shack door. I breathed in the cold morning air. I look up at the cloudy sky. Then without hesitation, storm down the paths and grip the hilt. People on the paths spot me and cower, the parents hiding their kids. I give them a small smile before I stop in the center of the road. Already a wave of people were rushing to me. Their eyes are wide, boys staring me up and down with their jaws dropped, and girls with their hands clenched. I seen that man, the man with black hair and gold eyes give me a predatory glance, before disappearing.
"New woman!" A man screamed. His eyes are a light hazel, with blue highlights flashing in his eyes. His dark raven hair fell down in curly locks around his fair head, his full lips were pursed as he eyed me, his gaze stopping on my lips. Before anyone else, he shrugged and pushed his way through the crowd and stopped in front of me.
" What is your name? " He asked. His voice was deep and melodic. He was at least 20 years old. I roll my eyes.
"None of your buisness" I scowled in reply. I don't want to be friends with boys. They always want more.
"Well, my name is Lucas. Lucas Jones. Welcome to our humble village" He said softly before slipping into the crowd.
"It's a queen!" A lady screamed.
" no peasant girl or farmer could be this beautiful and be unwed! " She added. I rolled my eyes and the crowd went silent. I stared at the crowd, not sure what to think.
"Okay everyone get back to your routines. I got this covered." A man said. His voice was really deep, and beautiful . I saw uncomfortable shuffles and then the source of the voice stepped out.
My heart stopped. His eyes are a deep blue, with highlights that accent his features, their dark depths seem to bore into my soul, sending my heart racing. His black hair fell to his brow and curled at the nape of his neck, his tan skin glowing in the sunlight, a slight stubble dots his jawline which is sharper than glass, and he watches me wearily. Meanwhile his big hand was holding a huge sword the color of ice. His broad shoulders were covered in black linen armor and iron. On his chestplate was a bloodred cross. His blue eyes were fixed on me, with a sort of lingering gaze, staring me up and down shamelessly.
"Go!" He yelled and the crowd dispatched almost immediately . He walked up to me and stopped meters away. His face is even more accented up here, his tan skin and black hair, with his dark blue eyes.
"What is your name?" He asked. I opened my mouth to speak and stammered. He raised an eyebrow in confusion .
"Lucinda" I voiced and blushed, avoiding eye contact. He looks delicious.
Shut up Self concious.
He gave me a weird glance. His eyes narrowed.
"Where'd you come from Lucie?" He asked, giving me a nick name right off the bat. I flushed with anger and slight embarrassment. He don't even know me. He don't get the right to call me lucie .
"For one thing, don't call me Lucie, and two I have no clue. I woke up in the forest last night. Alone, dressed exactly like this." I spoke through gritted teeth. He narrowed his eyes, amusement danced in their dark depths. I resisted the urge to blush.
" Fine Lucinda, and you don't know where you came from? " He spat. I rolled my eyes and nearly scoffed. How dare he treat a woman with disrespect!!
"No I don't Fuck-wit" I spat in return. He rolled his eyes and examined me.
"You look about... 19. You're about 19. You have a startling posture that says you'll stab out someone's eye for your own amusement. .." He stated and I growled .
"Say another word about my amusement and I'll test how far I can dispatch unpleasant worms like you to hell" I replied. He chuckled.
"Go ahead. You won't be ruining any other person's life but your own." He replied and started walking away. I just stood there and turned about to leave.
" You coming or not? " He demanded behind me. I ignored him and continued my way back to my shack. Almost immediately he grabbed my wrist. I ripped myself away from him, nearly tripping and falling.
Except he bloody caught me. He pulled me up and I shoved him off me instantly blushing and looking down, before fixing my grip on my sword and giving him a glare. He was raising an eyebrow at me, the dark of his pollen-silk like hair contrasted majorly with his tan skin.
"Back the hell off me" I hissed. He narrowed his eyes, shooting me a glare that should have sent me squirming. He stepped closer to me, and I crossed my arms.
"I saved you from embarrassment. Sorry you're too much of a bitch to accept some kindness from me. You won't make any friends like this" He growled and turned his back on me. I rolled my eyes, fighting the itch of hurt that flashed across my face.
"Let's go" he said and started ahead, taking long purposeful strides that match my own.
The stride of a warrior.
His blue eyes stay on the road ahead, not even glancing once in my direction. I focus ahead, but my mind wanders. Where did I come from. Who am I. Why am I here of all places. With this asshole.
"Why are you an asshat?" I asked him, not caring about his response . He just gave me a cold smile.
"I'm only an asshole to assholes." He replied. I shot him a bitter look.
" Does your ass ever get jealous of the shit that falls from it?" I retort. He chuckles.
"You win this time Lionheart " He sighs with a grin. I rolled my eyes, a small smile tugging at my lips.
"Hell yes. I always win" I hummed softly. He gave me a grin.
" Hmmm... Archer likes a girl with attitude " He replied. I rolled my eyes.
"Who is Archer?" I asked. He stopped and gave me a incredulous look.
" Me" he replied like it was obvious. I rolled my eyes for like the ninth time in the past ten minutes and glared.
"Where are we going?" I demanded . He exaggerated a yawn.
"You're apartment I'm renting for you. And the Fashion Lady." He replied continuing his walk. We walked the rest of the way in silence, before stopping at a huge mansion. It's a miracle I didn't see it before. There's a huge gate where a young man sat. He was dozing, his hand supporting his face. His curly brown hair covered his eyes. Archer started banging on the window, waking the kid up instantly.
"Yes?" He asked. Sleep was heavy on his voice. Archer smiled but I could feel his restless energy boiling beneath the surface.
" I'd like to get this beautiful woman an apartment. One of the best you have" Archer spoke. I felt a prick at my chest. Did he call me beautiful??
"Of course. That'll be.... 9 gold coins." The boy said, checking the price list. I gasped. That's an awful lot .
"Don't worry Lionheart. I got you" Archer said with a smile. He payed the price and took off for the mansion in a sprint. I laughed and started running, and caught up to him quickly. I nearly collapsed against the wall.
"Angels in hell why did you run???" I hissed through my teeth. He smiled and put his hand on my belly, his long slender fingers covering my whole stomach.
" Because" he said in a low voice, "you need to get in shape" he said and pulled away, and my stomach tingled with the feeling of his fingers, long after they were gone. He leads me up a flight of stairs and leads me down a couple corridors before stopping. He leaned against an oak door and smiled at me. I know it's fake.
"Here's the key, drop off your sword and meet me here in two minutes" he ordered. I rolled my eye and went to snatch the key from him. When my hand touched his a shock went through my body. I jumped away from him, the contact stinging my flesh. I leaned back against the wall and opened my eyes.
He was smirking, amusement staining his eyes.
"Not very tolerant of human contact?" He demanded . I scowled and took the key from him and opened my door. I stepped in and froze in my tracks. It's beautiful. There is a game room to my left, holding a entertainment stand filled with board games, a billiard table and pool table stood in the middle of the room, and a piano and violin hung in the back against the walls. Then there's the kitchen, the floors made of golden tile, along with the counter tops. Matching the golden carpets. I push forward and open the last three doors. There's a huge master bedroom with a four-poster bed. There was a trunk at the foot of the bed and a walk in closet big enough for five people to hide in. One other room is a large bathroom that is filled with golden tiles and wallpapers. I set my sword down on the bed and rush out in such a rush I hadn't noticed Archer come in.
And slammed right into him. I yelp as I nearly fall over, falling into his arms. Instead of shoving him away I just pull back. Kindness. That's all he's showing me. No ulterior motives.
He leads the way out of the mansion and into the town. After minutes of silent boring walking, we stopped at a single building. There were pretty dresses and tunics. I smile as Archer leads me in. I look around the store, models and designs are hung all around the walls, sewing tables and counters covered in thread. It is a beautiful mess.
A woman with silvery white hair and black-brown eyes rushes about the store. A pencil is slipped up behind her ear, her white hair pulled up into a tight bun. She notices us and grins.
"How may I help you folks? " she asked walking up to us with a smile. Archer smiles politely. Does anybody know how cruel he is? He is not innocent. Not in my eyes.
Because he is a man
Shut up self conscious.
"Get the lady the most beautiful designs you have. Tunics, dresses, and night clothes included. Make sure they all match her please" He stated. The woman smiled at me, gazing at me with a thoughtful indication.
"Of course, I'll be right back to you" she announced and left. After thirty minutes of waiting, she rushes out with a rack covered in clothes. She pulls out certain ones and hands them to me. After she has stuffed my hands full she directs me to a curtain to change behind. The first thing is a golden and black dress with white and gray embroidery going down the chest in a sloping v. The next one is a black dress that has white lacings wrapping around the waist and wrists. It is insanely tight on me and turns my cheeks paler than milk from cut off blood circulation. The last dress is red and orange with gold and black lacings and embroidery sliding into a dragons mouth down my back, while the fron is alot like the first one.
The tunics are all red, black, gold, orange and white, with cuffs and beautiful markings all along them.
Each time I showed them, and each time Archer would look me up and down and nod. By the end he had spent twenty gold coins on all the clothes he bought me. Afterwards he took me to a restraunt and bought me food, and then finally took me home.
We were silent the whole time until I was at my door way. I turned to him with a smile.
"Thank you... You really shouldn't have done this. But you did. And I am forever thankful. " I said with a smile. He gave me a lopsided grin.
"Meet me at the Guard Station if you need anything" He replied and left me at the door. I watched him till he rounded the corner, before going inside and laying down, my thoughts on him. Hes really nice... nicer than I had thought. Those were my last thoughts before falling asleep.