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Post by simba on Jul 29, 2008 1:31:15 GMT -5
Sorry for the delay. My computer crashed and it took me a while to fix it. Unfortunatly, in the process, I accidently deleted half of chapter 2 of 'My Lady' and have been trying to rewrite it from memory. Since I have a terrible memory, it's taking longer than I expected. As soon as I get that chapter up, i'll update this one. Darn! Oh well.... It's okay
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Post by tamga14 on Jul 29, 2008 20:43:52 GMT -5
Aww...very well then.
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jjean
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Post by jjean on Aug 2, 2008 13:05:17 GMT -5
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Post by jjean on Aug 2, 2008 18:15:16 GMT -5
Chap. 17
"I'm extremely sorry, your highness. I'm sure he'll be here soon." Phil pleaded to the angry king.
All the guests had arrived and were filling the large dining room. Dinner was served at seven o' clock sharp and they didn't waste time in eating their meal. Creon was known for only hosting dinners on special occations, the last coming when he announced his marriage proposal. And, because it was so sudden, they knew it was something big.
At the head of the table sat Creon, Maria to his right. The chair to his left was specifically reserved for Greece's most famed hero. A seat that was noticeably vacant.
"My patience is running thin." The king whispered to the satyr, so as not to let the guests know the situation. He signaled two of his guards to approach. "Go get him. And be quick about it!"
"Yes, Sir." They replied, simultaneously.
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"He wouldn't be out here, would he?" Meg heard a deep voice speak from beyond their hiding place. They had been crouching for some time and her back was starting to hurt.
"He's not in his room," she heard his companion say, "Maybe he wanted some fresh air."
The guards moved slowly closer to them. Although Meg was sure they were unaware of it. They'll ruin everything, she thought to herself. She had to find a way to distract them, temporarily. She looked over to Herc who was kneeling next to her, a worried expression on his god-like face, obviously having second thoughts about helping this 'damsel in distress.' But there was no need, of course. In this case, she didn't need his help.
'Stay here.' she mouthed to him. He nodded, understanding.
She started to stand, moving away from the protection of the bushes, then paused. She turned back to Herc and pulled the bronze helmet from his head. Before he could say anything, she crawled behind a satue nearby. "What are you doing?" He asked, not daring to speak above a whisper.
But Meg ignored him, concentrating on what she was about to do. She only had one shot and if she missed...might as well kiss my freedom goodbye.
She looked down at the helmet, it's surface perfectly shaped. But that didn't matter, it was how heavy it was that really counted. She peeked behind the statue, following the guards silhouette as they seached the garden. As one of them approached the statue, she threw her arm back and sent the helmet sailing through the air, hitting the guard squarely in the nose.
The man wailed, throwing his hands to his face. His friend ran over to him. "What's wrong?"
The guard mumbled, unable to speak through the blood streaming down his (now broken) nose.
"What?"
The injured soldier pointed to an object lying on the ground. Curiously, the unharmed guard picked up the helmet, examining it. It appeared to be of the same make as the one he wore, only a small dent marring it's smooth exterior. He left his comrad, who was now on his knees, wimpering.
Nearing a statue close by, he stopped. Did he hear something? Whispering? He unsheathed his sword, preparing to face the attacker. In a swift movement, he was behind the statue.
Nothing. He relaxed. 'guess I just imagined it. He put his sword away and walked back to his fellow guardsmen, hoping to assist him in easing his pain. On the way, he passed a dence crop of bushes marking the garden's border.
He paused. 'might as well check. He took out his sword once again, all of his senses on high alert. With a cry, he leapt over the hedge, brandishing his weapon. There was no need for it. There was no one there. He sighed, replacing his silver blade. This job's to stressful. I'm startin' to hear things.
With a chuckle, he retraced his steps, not noticing a man's headband caught in the bushes prickly branches. Or hearing a tiny click of the lock sliding into place on the kitchen door.
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Post by tamga14 on Aug 2, 2008 21:32:19 GMT -5
nice job
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Post by Megara15 on Aug 2, 2008 23:13:20 GMT -5
Cool!
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Post by simba on Aug 3, 2008 1:31:21 GMT -5
This is exciting! Run, run, Meg!
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Post by tamga14 on Aug 3, 2008 21:46:58 GMT -5
hehe
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Post by Megara15 on Aug 4, 2008 11:22:58 GMT -5
=)
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jjean
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Post by jjean on Aug 4, 2008 18:44:09 GMT -5
finished chap. 17
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Post by tamga14 on Aug 5, 2008 6:22:19 GMT -5
yes!!!
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Post by megatude on Aug 10, 2008 3:10:23 GMT -5
Let's see it.
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jjean
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Post by jjean on Aug 17, 2008 21:04:58 GMT -5
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Post by simba on Aug 18, 2008 1:35:12 GMT -5
OOOOOH!!!! Too good!! Very interesting! ^^ Like always, can't wait for more.
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Post by tamga14 on Aug 18, 2008 9:13:10 GMT -5
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