redroseknight
The senpai who noticed
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- 35
Twisting and turning, it seemed as if every pathway was just the same as the last. No difference between any decor, the slimy, moss covered stones just the same on this passageway as it was on the last. There was nothing that the torch light could catch that differed in the slightest. She was lost, and she could hear the echos of the war drums through the halls. That steady beat that matched the tempo of her own thumping heart beat which she could hear thrumming in her ears. Lost. That was what she was. Lost in this ever increasing darkness with a sense of impending doom ever threatening to over take her senses.
No, she couldn't give in to that specter attempting to overwhelm her. She had come this far, escaped the clutches of her captors which were only cloaked in shadows. Truthfully, she couldn't remember how she had become lost in the maze that she could have sworn was a single tower. Memories were elusive, like trying to grasp sand as it filtered through her fingers. But she knew enough to know that she had to escape from this place, had to regain freedom because...because she knew that some where people were waiting on her. Reaching out for her. Praying for her.
With a renewed sense of self, she took in a deep breath and ducked around yet another corner. There! She saw the smallest glimmer of light. How she had missed it each time that she had passed this same corridor, climbed these impossibly long flights of stairs, she didn't know. But there it was, a small reflection off a shield in the corner.
She approached the object and knelt, ignoring those war drums in order to run her calloused fingers over the edges of the shield. The emblem upon it was familiar to her. She lifted the shield from where it laid, the rust only having eaten away at the sides of the large shield. The emblem emblazoned upon it was that of a hound. Faithful guardians, memories of such beasts filtered through her thoughts. It was the emblem of her family, guardians of the crown and of the people. Knights who served to assist those in aid. Which was why she was locked in this tower, having failed her queen to protect her from her own adviser. How had she not seen his scheming? Not noticed the way that the pawns were moving about the board? Perhaps it was because she was too distracted by the queen's daughter, that fair maiden who had a smile like sweet sunshine and a voice that would make the angels themselves fall from the heavens out of envy to never sound half as enchanting.
Princess Rhiannon. She was waiting for her! That was the entire reason for her escape, for her need to press on!
A renewed sense of vigor filled the knight, and she rose to her feet with that sense of purpose. Green eyes cast about the room, then she began to charge to the left and then down the flight of stairs to the right. Instinct and now a need to see the woman that she loved inspired her rather than that fear the drums invoked. Doors! She could see a pair of doors ahead!
Shadows were reaching out to her, their thin fingers threatening to pull her right back to where she had been held. But with the image of the young princess, the person counting on her the most now that her mother had been slain, she charged straight through the doors with her shield as a battering ram.
Sunlight. Sweet sunlight invaded her eye lids as they opened. The knight slowly rolled over on her side, wretching as consciousness invoked a wave of nausea. Her armor felt so much heavier, but she had to lift herself up.
Lady Isolde had escaped the labryinth of her own mind. Now all she had to do was survive the rest of the battle ensuing around her. As long as she held on to her thoughts of Rhiannon, then she was sure that she could live to see another day.
No, she couldn't give in to that specter attempting to overwhelm her. She had come this far, escaped the clutches of her captors which were only cloaked in shadows. Truthfully, she couldn't remember how she had become lost in the maze that she could have sworn was a single tower. Memories were elusive, like trying to grasp sand as it filtered through her fingers. But she knew enough to know that she had to escape from this place, had to regain freedom because...because she knew that some where people were waiting on her. Reaching out for her. Praying for her.
With a renewed sense of self, she took in a deep breath and ducked around yet another corner. There! She saw the smallest glimmer of light. How she had missed it each time that she had passed this same corridor, climbed these impossibly long flights of stairs, she didn't know. But there it was, a small reflection off a shield in the corner.
She approached the object and knelt, ignoring those war drums in order to run her calloused fingers over the edges of the shield. The emblem upon it was familiar to her. She lifted the shield from where it laid, the rust only having eaten away at the sides of the large shield. The emblem emblazoned upon it was that of a hound. Faithful guardians, memories of such beasts filtered through her thoughts. It was the emblem of her family, guardians of the crown and of the people. Knights who served to assist those in aid. Which was why she was locked in this tower, having failed her queen to protect her from her own adviser. How had she not seen his scheming? Not noticed the way that the pawns were moving about the board? Perhaps it was because she was too distracted by the queen's daughter, that fair maiden who had a smile like sweet sunshine and a voice that would make the angels themselves fall from the heavens out of envy to never sound half as enchanting.
Princess Rhiannon. She was waiting for her! That was the entire reason for her escape, for her need to press on!
A renewed sense of vigor filled the knight, and she rose to her feet with that sense of purpose. Green eyes cast about the room, then she began to charge to the left and then down the flight of stairs to the right. Instinct and now a need to see the woman that she loved inspired her rather than that fear the drums invoked. Doors! She could see a pair of doors ahead!
Shadows were reaching out to her, their thin fingers threatening to pull her right back to where she had been held. But with the image of the young princess, the person counting on her the most now that her mother had been slain, she charged straight through the doors with her shield as a battering ram.
Sunlight. Sweet sunlight invaded her eye lids as they opened. The knight slowly rolled over on her side, wretching as consciousness invoked a wave of nausea. Her armor felt so much heavier, but she had to lift herself up.
Lady Isolde had escaped the labryinth of her own mind. Now all she had to do was survive the rest of the battle ensuing around her. As long as she held on to her thoughts of Rhiannon, then she was sure that she could live to see another day.