Damiynn
Fantasy Author
“There are explosions sire,” he stated in a voice that Alyssa could tell from its slight tremor that it was barely being held in control. “And no one knows what is going on. I’m under orders not to leave my post for any reason by Melrik, he is my commander.”
“And I command him Lance Liolbane,” the Royal Regent said in an icy tone that seemed to freeze the air in the hall by several degrees. “I command all of you! Now will I have to have you stripped of your new title?” He let his eyes roam up and down Lance’s new armor with a look filled with disdain. “And if I do, you will never have a chance to ever redeem your family’s honor again. If you do not go and get Gunther right away I will make certain you never do!”
Alyssa saw the determined set of the young knight’s face crumble as the Royal Regent hurled the hate-filled words at him. She felt her own anger rise up. She saw that the Regent had also noticed Lance’s face. “Go Now!” He shouted with a sneer curling his lips. “I’ll lock the doors to my chambers. The door is protected. It should last until you return. Unless these raiders can fly, I think I’ll be okay. I am wearing the King’s armor.” The Royal Regent watched as the reluctant young knight finally bowed his head and took off down the hall at a run heading toward the sounds of the explosions.
Vargas didn’t immediately do like he said. He didn’t go inside the room or shut the massive doors. Instead he stood there in the hallway waiting until the departing knight was completely gone.
Alyssa realized that Vargas and Lance had thought themselves alone in this area of the palace and that was why the young knight had been so reluctant to leave. Seeing that the only person left in the corridor was the royal regent, she dispelled her silence spell and stepped out of the shadows.
She had determined a while ago that she should be the one who exacted revenge on the Royal Regent and not her brother for the death of their parents since she was a cleric of Dar and considered a hand of justice. The right to do it belonged to her.
Alyssa realized looking at Vargas’ sneering countenance still staring after the departed knight that she was on the verge of a tearful rage. Pausing she took several deep breaths. Then she stepped forward to confront the man who had killed her and her brother’s parents, taking for his own, their heritage and creating so much chaos throughout the kingdoms.
“Your insurrection is at hand your highness,” she intoned coolly, leveling a sky blue eyed gaze at the Royal Regent.
Vargas spun around at the unexpected words and stared at her in stunned shock, his hand slapping at an empty sheathe hanging at his side. Realizing he had no sword Vargas tried a different tact.
“And who are you,” he asked condescendingly, eyeing her up and down appraisingly, studying the curves of her body. The edges of his mouth curling up into a slight leer.
Alyssa allowed her tunic to open slightly and her symbol of Dar swung out. The mythryll swords and hammer gleamed brightly in the light of the lamp oil lights.
“I am the hand of justice, the enforcer of the laws of the land,” she said, her voice tight with emotion. “And you milord,” she snarled through clenched teeth as she unslung her silver hammer, “are a murderer. A killer of your own family and a traitor to your vows as the ruler of the fourteen kingdoms and one who should be made to finally answer for his crimes.”
“By what right or authority,” Vargas demanded recognizing now who this strawberry blonde female was, “do you murderess have to accuse me of any crime! You killed one of my own royal ambassadors.”
Now it was Alyssa’s turn to smirk and she almost did but instead she kept her face emotionless. Slowly reaching down with a hand she took from her pouch the twin to the golden ring that Damien wore upon his finger. Without uttering a word she held it up high so that her uncle could see it.
She could tell by the widening of his dark brown eyes that he recognized the dragon design and knew what it represented. Turning the ring over in her palm momentarily she met her uncle’s gaze then slowly she slipped it onto her own slim finger.
The golden head of the small dragon came to life. It swiveled upwards, looking at her, its golden eyed gaze locking on hers, then it relaxed, and circled tight against her finger appearing to go back to sleep without biting her.
Vargas felt the color drain out of his face. The sight of her wearing one of the dragon rings caused him to stutter, “H..how..how is that possible, who in the gods hells are you?”
Alyssa looked at him, her normally warm and beautiful face cold and hard as marble. In a tight voice she answered, “I, Uncle, am the daughter of Dorian and Ellanor Salidor and twin sister to Damien Daverge and I am a true born heir to the throne and crown of Kallamar!”
“The second child,” sputtered the Royal Regent stunned.
Sensing that this woman was dangerous and angry and that she might attack him at any moment, he turned and fled into his chambers slamming the large door behind him.
Alyssa stared at the closed door to the royal quarters, saw how thick it was and summoned the power of her god. Using a shattering spell she blew the door completely off of its hinges, blasting it into wooden splinters that sprayed about the room inside. With a look of righteous fury filling her eyes she stepped through, moving into the room and would have kicked what was left of the door out of her way but there was nothing left of it in her path to vengeance
“And I command him Lance Liolbane,” the Royal Regent said in an icy tone that seemed to freeze the air in the hall by several degrees. “I command all of you! Now will I have to have you stripped of your new title?” He let his eyes roam up and down Lance’s new armor with a look filled with disdain. “And if I do, you will never have a chance to ever redeem your family’s honor again. If you do not go and get Gunther right away I will make certain you never do!”
Alyssa saw the determined set of the young knight’s face crumble as the Royal Regent hurled the hate-filled words at him. She felt her own anger rise up. She saw that the Regent had also noticed Lance’s face. “Go Now!” He shouted with a sneer curling his lips. “I’ll lock the doors to my chambers. The door is protected. It should last until you return. Unless these raiders can fly, I think I’ll be okay. I am wearing the King’s armor.” The Royal Regent watched as the reluctant young knight finally bowed his head and took off down the hall at a run heading toward the sounds of the explosions.
Vargas didn’t immediately do like he said. He didn’t go inside the room or shut the massive doors. Instead he stood there in the hallway waiting until the departing knight was completely gone.
Alyssa realized that Vargas and Lance had thought themselves alone in this area of the palace and that was why the young knight had been so reluctant to leave. Seeing that the only person left in the corridor was the royal regent, she dispelled her silence spell and stepped out of the shadows.
She had determined a while ago that she should be the one who exacted revenge on the Royal Regent and not her brother for the death of their parents since she was a cleric of Dar and considered a hand of justice. The right to do it belonged to her.
Alyssa realized looking at Vargas’ sneering countenance still staring after the departed knight that she was on the verge of a tearful rage. Pausing she took several deep breaths. Then she stepped forward to confront the man who had killed her and her brother’s parents, taking for his own, their heritage and creating so much chaos throughout the kingdoms.
“Your insurrection is at hand your highness,” she intoned coolly, leveling a sky blue eyed gaze at the Royal Regent.
Vargas spun around at the unexpected words and stared at her in stunned shock, his hand slapping at an empty sheathe hanging at his side. Realizing he had no sword Vargas tried a different tact.
“And who are you,” he asked condescendingly, eyeing her up and down appraisingly, studying the curves of her body. The edges of his mouth curling up into a slight leer.
Alyssa allowed her tunic to open slightly and her symbol of Dar swung out. The mythryll swords and hammer gleamed brightly in the light of the lamp oil lights.
“I am the hand of justice, the enforcer of the laws of the land,” she said, her voice tight with emotion. “And you milord,” she snarled through clenched teeth as she unslung her silver hammer, “are a murderer. A killer of your own family and a traitor to your vows as the ruler of the fourteen kingdoms and one who should be made to finally answer for his crimes.”
“By what right or authority,” Vargas demanded recognizing now who this strawberry blonde female was, “do you murderess have to accuse me of any crime! You killed one of my own royal ambassadors.”
Now it was Alyssa’s turn to smirk and she almost did but instead she kept her face emotionless. Slowly reaching down with a hand she took from her pouch the twin to the golden ring that Damien wore upon his finger. Without uttering a word she held it up high so that her uncle could see it.
She could tell by the widening of his dark brown eyes that he recognized the dragon design and knew what it represented. Turning the ring over in her palm momentarily she met her uncle’s gaze then slowly she slipped it onto her own slim finger.
The golden head of the small dragon came to life. It swiveled upwards, looking at her, its golden eyed gaze locking on hers, then it relaxed, and circled tight against her finger appearing to go back to sleep without biting her.
Vargas felt the color drain out of his face. The sight of her wearing one of the dragon rings caused him to stutter, “H..how..how is that possible, who in the gods hells are you?”
Alyssa looked at him, her normally warm and beautiful face cold and hard as marble. In a tight voice she answered, “I, Uncle, am the daughter of Dorian and Ellanor Salidor and twin sister to Damien Daverge and I am a true born heir to the throne and crown of Kallamar!”
“The second child,” sputtered the Royal Regent stunned.
Sensing that this woman was dangerous and angry and that she might attack him at any moment, he turned and fled into his chambers slamming the large door behind him.
Alyssa stared at the closed door to the royal quarters, saw how thick it was and summoned the power of her god. Using a shattering spell she blew the door completely off of its hinges, blasting it into wooden splinters that sprayed about the room inside. With a look of righteous fury filling her eyes she stepped through, moving into the room and would have kicked what was left of the door out of her way but there was nothing left of it in her path to vengeance
