Chapter 11
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Anya awoke with a start as the ship rolled to starboard. She looked around her,confused for a moment. Then the events of the previous night settled with a gloom that cast itself all around the room. She turned to face Alexander,who was sleeping peacefully beside her. After last night, she felt that the mysterious stranger she met was someone she had fallen for. But the closer she got, the more distant and murky he seemed to be.
She trusted him,but there were things he was not telling her. Like the fact that he seemed to know Heca was the old lady haunting her dreams. And what was it that Heca had mentioned,something about Alexander's blade being unable to hurt Heca because the blade had already pierced her once? Something mysterious was going on here and she, Anya Johnson would get to the bottom of this mystery.
She watched Alexander stir. "Does your hand still hurt?" she asked,fearful that her methods of treating him had left him permanently injured. "No dearest, it's much better. But I fear I won't be able to wield a sword as skillfully for awhile" replied Alexander. " Well it's settled then, I shall protect you and guard your virtue." teased Anya. Alexander smiled at this. He knew they had to get out before the ship was too far out, else it would be too late to attempt to sail back.
He peered out the porthole and to his dismay,saw that they were surrounded by water. Indeed,it was too late and there was no way out. He groaned and Anya heard him. "Whats the matter,Alexander?" she asked. "We're too far out to be able to attempt an escape and get ourselves a rowboat home." he replied.
Just then,they was a sharp knock on the door. "Wake up you lazy pigs! Time to come up on deck and say goodbye to your homes and freedom!" cried the slaver with a chorus of laughter behind him. Alexander took Anya his arms. "Whatever happens from here forth, I will not let them harm us or separate us. I pledge myself to you,Anya dearest" said Alexander as he drew her close. "And I to you" whispered Anya in reply. As the key turned in the lock,both turned to face the door, ready for whatever that would walk through it.
I'll write a story.,
9:49 AM
Chapter 11
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Anya awoke with a start as the ship rolled to starboard. She looked around her,confused for a moment. Then the events of the previous night settled with a gloom that cast itself all around the room. She turned to face Alexander,who was sleeping peacefully beside her. After last night, she felt that the mysterious stranger she met was someone she had fallen for. But the closer she got, the more distant and murky he seemed to be.
She trusted him,but there were things he was not telling her. Like the fact that he seemed to know Heca was the old lady haunting her dreams. And what was it that Heca had mentioned,something about Alexander's blade being unable to hurt Heca because the blade had already pierced her once? Something mysterious was going on here and she, Anya Johnson would get to the bottom of this mystery.
She watched Alexander stir. "Does your hand still hurt?" she asked,fearful that her methods of treating him had left him permanently injured. "No dearest, it's much better. But I fear I won't be able to wield a sword as skillfully for awhile" replied Alexander. " Well it's settled then, I shall protect you and guard your virtue." teased Anya. Alexander smiled at this. He knew they had to get out before the ship was too far out, else it would be too late to attempt to sail back.
He peered out the porthole and to his dismay,saw that they were surrounded by water. Indeed,it was too late and there was no way out. He groaned and Anya heard him. "Whats the matter,Alexander?" she asked. "We're too far out to be able to attempt an escape and get ourselves a rowboat home." he replied.
Just then,they was a sharp knock on the door. "Wake up you lazy pigs! Time to come up on deck and say goodbye to your homes and freedom!" cried the slaver with a chorus of laughter behind him. Alexander took Anya his arms. "Whatever happens from here forth, I will not let them harm us or separate us. I pledge myself to you,Anya dearest" said Alexander as he drew her close. "And I to you" whispered Anya in reply. As the key turned in the lock,both turned to face the door, ready for whatever that would walk through it.
I'll write a story.,
9:49 AM
I'm a simple guy turning 19 this year.
I lend a helping hand to my friends when they fall, and a listening ear to my friends when they talk.
Kind, caring and nice are what my friends say of me.
I created this blog to start writing my stories, poems and etc.
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