Damiynn
Fantasy Author
Thanks for the comments on the first piece. This is why I love this place. After a long night of patrols through Baghdad, I should know better than to try writing but... So I redid it a little. PS, dont mention the blunt weapon, my publisher will try and borrow it to use on me
“There are explosions sire,” he stated. Alyssa could tell from the slight tremor that the voice was barely 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.”
“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 strip you of your new title?” He let his eyes roam up and down Lance’s new armor with a disdainful look. “You will never have a chance to redeem your family’s honor if I do! If you do not go and get Gunther right away I will make certain you never do!”
Alyssa shook her head, seeing 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. The Regent had also noticed Lance’s face. “Go! Now!” He shouted, 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 towards the explosions.
Vargas didn’t go inside the room or shut the massive doors. Instead he stood there waiting until the knight was completely gone.
Alyssa, realizing that Vargas and Lance had thought themselves alone in this area of the palace knew why the young knight had been so reluctant to leave. Dispelling her silence spell she stepped out of the shadows.
She had determined a while ago that she, instead of her brother, should exact revenge on the Royal Regent for the death of their parents. She was a cleric of Dar and considered a hand of justice. The right to do it belonged to her.
Alyssa noticed Vargas’ sneering countenance again, still staring after the departed knight. Pausing, she took several deep breaths and stepped forward.
“Your insurrection is at hand, your Highness,” she intoned coolly.
Vargas spun around at the unexpected words, staring at her in stunned shock, his hand slapping at the empty sheath hanging at his side. Realizing his sword was in his quarters, Vargas tried a different tactic.
“Who are you?” he asked condescendingly, eyeing her up and down, studying the curves of her body. The edges of his mouth curled up into a slight leer.
Alyssa allowed her symbol of Dar swing out of her tunic. The mythryll swords and hammer gleamed brightly in the lamp light.
“I am a hand of justice. I am one who enforces the laws of the land.” Her voice was tight with emotion as she snarled through clenched teeth, pulling out her silver hammer, “And you Milord, are a murderer. A killer of family, and a traitor to your vows as ruler of the fourteen kingdoms.”
“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 royal ambassadors.”
Now Alyssa smirked. Slowly she took from her belt pouch the twin to the golden ring that Damien wore. Without uttering a word she held it up high so that her uncle could see it.
Vargas’ eyes widened and she could tell that he recognized what it represented. Turning the ring over in her palm she met her uncle’s gaze and slowly slipped it onto her slim finger.
The small golden dragon came to life. Its head swiveled upwards, looking at her, its golden eyes locking on hers, then it relaxed, and circled tight against her finger appearing to go back to sleep. It didn’t bite her.
Vargas felt the blood drain out of his face. “H..how..how is that possible? Who in the gods hells are you?”
Alyssa looked at him, her 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. I am a true born heir to the throne and crown of Kallamar!”
“T..The second child,” sputtered the Royal Regent stunned.
Realizing that this woman was dangerously angry and might attack him at any moment, the Royal Regent turned and fled into his chambers, slamming the large door behind him.
Alyssa, staring at the closed door to the royal quarters, saw how thick it was and summoned the power of her god. With a flick of her fingers, the shattering spell blew the door completely off its hinges. Wooden splinters sprayed the room inside.
With a look of righteous fury, she stepped through into the room and kicked what was left of the door out of her way.
“There are explosions sire,” he stated. Alyssa could tell from the slight tremor that the voice was barely 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.”
“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 strip you of your new title?” He let his eyes roam up and down Lance’s new armor with a disdainful look. “You will never have a chance to redeem your family’s honor if I do! If you do not go and get Gunther right away I will make certain you never do!”
Alyssa shook her head, seeing 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. The Regent had also noticed Lance’s face. “Go! Now!” He shouted, 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 towards the explosions.
Vargas didn’t go inside the room or shut the massive doors. Instead he stood there waiting until the knight was completely gone.
Alyssa, realizing that Vargas and Lance had thought themselves alone in this area of the palace knew why the young knight had been so reluctant to leave. Dispelling her silence spell she stepped out of the shadows.
She had determined a while ago that she, instead of her brother, should exact revenge on the Royal Regent for the death of their parents. She was a cleric of Dar and considered a hand of justice. The right to do it belonged to her.
Alyssa noticed Vargas’ sneering countenance again, still staring after the departed knight. Pausing, she took several deep breaths and stepped forward.
“Your insurrection is at hand, your Highness,” she intoned coolly.
Vargas spun around at the unexpected words, staring at her in stunned shock, his hand slapping at the empty sheath hanging at his side. Realizing his sword was in his quarters, Vargas tried a different tactic.
“Who are you?” he asked condescendingly, eyeing her up and down, studying the curves of her body. The edges of his mouth curled up into a slight leer.
Alyssa allowed her symbol of Dar swing out of her tunic. The mythryll swords and hammer gleamed brightly in the lamp light.
“I am a hand of justice. I am one who enforces the laws of the land.” Her voice was tight with emotion as she snarled through clenched teeth, pulling out her silver hammer, “And you Milord, are a murderer. A killer of family, and a traitor to your vows as ruler of the fourteen kingdoms.”
“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 royal ambassadors.”
Now Alyssa smirked. Slowly she took from her belt pouch the twin to the golden ring that Damien wore. Without uttering a word she held it up high so that her uncle could see it.
Vargas’ eyes widened and she could tell that he recognized what it represented. Turning the ring over in her palm she met her uncle’s gaze and slowly slipped it onto her slim finger.
The small golden dragon came to life. Its head swiveled upwards, looking at her, its golden eyes locking on hers, then it relaxed, and circled tight against her finger appearing to go back to sleep. It didn’t bite her.
Vargas felt the blood drain out of his face. “H..how..how is that possible? Who in the gods hells are you?”
Alyssa looked at him, her 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. I am a true born heir to the throne and crown of Kallamar!”
“T..The second child,” sputtered the Royal Regent stunned.
Realizing that this woman was dangerously angry and might attack him at any moment, the Royal Regent turned and fled into his chambers, slamming the large door behind him.
Alyssa, staring at the closed door to the royal quarters, saw how thick it was and summoned the power of her god. With a flick of her fingers, the shattering spell blew the door completely off its hinges. Wooden splinters sprayed the room inside.
With a look of righteous fury, she stepped through into the room and kicked what was left of the door out of her way.
