To Live or Die: Segment Five

Fiction By Emily Grace // 6/21/2011

Segment Five
Captured

Three years passed; every minute of it eighteen-year-old Kaleigh grew skill with her sword and shield as well as her crush on Keaton. Nineteen-year-old Bobby, on the other hand, grew in height and muscle, and twenty-year-old Keaton in strength and stubble. That…rhymes…weird.
Keaton had been absent for a few weeks – he had gone to a different war camp – and Kaleigh decided to take a trip to a camp called Woodlock. Bobby accompanied her to the edge of Blackhawk (the camp they currently stayed in) and then sent Kaleigh on her way.
Kaleigh would set out on foot with a burlap sackstuffed with food, her sword and horn at her side, and her shield slung on her back. Her dark purple cloak was waving in the wind.
“Thanks, Bobby,” she said before leaving, a huge smile pasted on her face. Bobby gave her a weird look.
“For what?” she asked.
“Exactly.”
Bobby’s face burned with sarcastic happiness.
“And remember,” Kaleigh added, “to tell Keaton where I am before he goes to look for me and gets hurt.”
Bobby rolled her eyes and sighed. Kaleigh put her hands on her hips. “Bobby?”
“Fine,” Bobby answered reluctantly.
Kaleigh smiled again.
“Then I’ll be off.”
She turned and started across the plain. She better tell Keaton, Kaleigh thought.
“Sooooooo, how’s this going to work?” she asked herself a few hours into the trip. “I have a sword and shield in case of trouble and a horn if I need help…and food.”
She twitched her mouth to the left and sniffed. “Woodlock,” she continued. “Is straight ahead, but if I need to stop, Silverbeak is off to the right about two miles before I reach Woodlock…which might be useful, since it looks like rain.”
She looked up at the sky – grey clouds covered it like a blanket. She walked on until it did start to rain. Hard. So she ran in the direction of Silverbeak to be postponed until the rain stopped.  
Unfortunately, a skirmish was taking place. A rather intense skirmish. Kaleigh was caught in the middle of it when she tried to go around it and was trapped between the fight and more enemy troops coming to the knights’ aid. She was forced into the battle. She drew her sword and strapped her shield to her left arm.
“Nothing like a battle in the rain, right?” she asked a knight as she slashed at him.
“I’d have to agree with you on that one!” he said, blocking it and slashing at her. They got in a fight, talking the whole time (she learned his name was Sawyer Warwick), and eventually they became friends. They stopped fighting and the knight said, “I was never fond of King Zidzendoff anyway.”
Kaleigh froze, dumbfounded, as he turned sides and fought against the knights. That doesn’t happen every day, she thought. She moved onto different knights, usually being victorious in her fights, escaping with only a few minor cuts.
But then she was encountered by more than one knight, and was disarmed. Shield and sword lay on the ground as Kaleigh grabbed for her horn.
She blew a loud blast that rang throughout the countryside.
Sawyer finished off his opponent and ran to her rescue.
“Hey!” he said as he reached them. “Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?!”
The knights broke their circle around Kaleigh and moved to one around him.
He grimaced.
“I didn’t mean at the same time!”
Kaleigh rushed for her sword as the knights ganged up on Sawyer, but she was picked up by the collar of her tunic and thrown onto the ground.
“You’re coming with me,” the rough knight said as he picked up Kaleigh’s sword and shield. He beckoned his hand at her. She handed over her horn as he unsheathed his own sword and pointed it at her throat.
He slung Kaleigh’s stuff on his horse and grabbed Kaleigh once again. He then mounted his horse and pulled her up with no trouble.
Then he and more knights with him rode back to Skyeblown, palace of King Zidzendoff.

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They took Kaleigh to the dungeon with the King’s permission and threw her in. They chained her up with thick, heavy shackles.
Once they left and shut the door, all became dark. One lonely window stood barred in the highest part of the wall, as in the days of Stevie Hood.
To her discomfort, she could see no sun, for it was still raining – another thing to her discomfort – for she had been soaked in the battle and was drenched. But she looked out the window anyhow, hoping for some kind of hope. And she found it, for behold! There was another person in the dungeon just around the curved wall!
She looked keenly at the young man – he was a little older than she by maybe a few years, and from the small light of the window, she could tell he had dark brown hair. His head was lowered and he sat with his legs up against his chest. His very long legs, which his arms were resting on. Large shackles weighed his hands down; he seemed too weak to even move.
For the most part, he just lie there, quiet; not making a peep; no heavy breathing; no moaning or groaning; not even a snore was to be heard from him.
Maybe he wasn’t the greatest hope after all.
But he was.
Kaleigh just didn’t know it yet.
She rolled her head around and then rested it on the cold dungeon wall.
She sighed quietly and then stretched her legs out, making a loud clash from the chains.
They clash startled the man, who then jerked his head upwards and looked over at Kaleigh.
Kaleigh, who had cringed at the sound, looked away for fear of him seeing her blush.
“Sorry,” she muttered. The man’s ears perked up. He slowly scooted nearer to Kaleigh.
“What did you say?” he asked. Kaleigh looked at him.
“Sorry…?” she repeated. The man furrowed his eyebrows and stared hard at Kaleigh.
“What’s your name?” he asked her. She hesitated a moment.
“Kaleigh Crest,” she said as she made her eyes wander so she could avoid the man’s hard studying glare, but her eyes ended up locked into his as he revealed his own name.
“Brodie,” he said after only a few minutes, but what seemed like hours. His eyes glinted dark blue as the light from the window caught them.
Kaleigh nearly fainted, she felt her heart drop to her feet and it clunk when it then hit the top her head. She felt like exploding with happiness.
Brodie was her brother.

 

Comments

And... he didn't know

And... he didn't know this?

Why do all the evil kings get the cool castle named... "Skyeblown," I love it.

Anna | Tue, 07/05/2011

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief

??

Who didn't know what?

Because evil kings are cool! 'Sides, he's not really evil - the outlaws are technically the bad guys. It's just because the story's from their perspective that the king looks bad.

Emily Grace | Tue, 07/05/2011

Brodie. Didn't recognize her.

Brodie. Didn't recognize her. When she said her name.

Anna | Tue, 07/05/2011

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief

It was dark. He couldn't see

It was dark. He couldn't see her. And...he was making sure, okay?! It had been six years!

Emily Grace | Tue, 07/05/2011

:)

 Emily, has anyone ever told you you're funny? :) Because you are, in your own sort of way - it makes for very enjoyable reading, thank you! :) 

Kyleigh | Wed, 12/07/2011

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