The Man in black

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Chapter seventeen
Revelation


Peyton awoke to daylight hitting him in the face.
He was exhausted, what had he been doing last night?
He rolled over and found Cassandra asleep, naked..
It all came back to him then, Cassandra coming into his room, then Tira coming in..
her screaming and falling off.. then his pinning of Tira against the bed.
but after that.. he couldn't remember anything.

He held a hand to his forhead, he couldn't believe what had happened.
Peyton sighed and stood up, putting his clothes back on and looking back at her,
at least he hadn't came in her.. her getting pregnant would have been too much for him to bear.
Something was missing though.
He looked around the room, Tira was nowhere to be found.
Peyton walked around the bed and layed a hand on Cassandras shoulder.
She awoke and stretched. He smiled at her, "How you feeling kid?"
She sat up and hugged him around the waist..

Cassandra talked with hi mas she got dressed.

~Thank you Peyton..~

"For what?"

~I don't feel like such a child anymore~

"ooh.. uh.."

~I can't wait to tell Sophitia!~

"Wha?! hey uh.. could we keep this kind of secret?"

She gave him a confused look.
"Huh? why?"
He rubbed the back of his head and averted his eyes.
"It's.. kind of complicated,.."
Cassandra frowned at him, makign him feel bad.
"Well.. if you tell the parts about Tira then I guess you could"
Cassandra made a disgusted look, "but I wanted to leave that out!
putting her in makes it sound like i'm a slut or something!"
He looked at her pleadingly, "and leaving it out makes me sound like some kind of sex pervert or rapist..
and I don't believe your sister or Rothion would approve.."
A look of realization came onto her face, she understood what he meant.
"ok.. i'll keep it quiet for now!"
He smiled at her, "thank you".
A soft knock on the door interrupted them, a kindly hunched old woman came through the
doorway. "sir, you have a visitor.. the woman claims to know you."
He bowed his head to her, "thank you ma'am"
He had a bad feeling about this..

His feeling was confirmed outside, Sophitia stood outside with her arms crossed
as Tira smiled beside her. Cassandra looked startled, "Oh.. hi sis, what brings you here?"
Sophitia glared at her, "I heard what you two did last night.. in no small part to this one"
she said, motioning to Tira. Peyton sighed, he didn't know what to do..
Sophitia came forward and took Cassandra by the hand.
"come sister, we are going home.. now!"
Cassandra hung her head as Sophitia lead her away, stopping to give Tira a mean look.

Tira came toward him, smiling evily.
He looked at her, unable to grasp what she had done.
"Tira.. why?"
Tira's expression grew cold, "Thats payback for last night asshole, i'm still sore!"
He glared at her, he HATED this woman!
He turned to face her fully.
"Tira.. I am going to leave.. and you are not going to follow me.."
She smirked until he turned aroudn and began to walk away, she started after him.
He turned his head at her, a look of pure hatred in his eyes..
"NO! DO NOT FOLLOW ME!"
She was taken aback by his tone.. was he serious?
Tira grew angry and came toward him.
"What's the matter? I just helped you do what you felt, you wanted to and you know it!"
He turned around. "She was my friend you bitch! friends do not fuck them in moments of weakness..
and as for wanting too, yes I did.. but I was resisting!"
Tira crossed her arms and laughed at him.
"Resisting it is not the same as not having it, you are lieing to yourself to make yourself feel better,
you know you're just a little horn doggy! bark bark!"
He pulled his sword from his back and held it towards her, a sad look replaced his anger.
"I have done everything in my power to help you.. I have protected you.. nursed you..
even given my life for you.. and you just take it all in stride with no gratitude.."
Tira's expression softened.
"I do not want to see you agaim Tira.. I will count to three.. if you are not gone..
I will kill you"
She stared ar him blankly, he couldn't be serious!
He began to count slowly.

one..

Tira spat at his declaration, "You can't kill me, you don't have it in you!"

two..

"Put that sword away.. you're not scareing me!"

three..

His sword pierced the ground in front of her, Tira saw her own shocked expression
in its gleam.
Peyton pulled it free and brought it back again, slashing for her stomach.
Tira jumped back and flipped away, dissapearing into the trees.
He dropped his sword and kneeled down, covering his head with his hands.

Several minutes later Tira stopped running, opting to sit on a brance in a large tree.
She closed her eyes to think. A small girls voice brought her back to attention.
"Why do you do that to him? he only wants to help you!"
Tira looked over to see the same little girl, wearing a white dress and nothing else, smiling at her.
She frowned at the girl.
"He's stupid.. I hate him!"
The little girl tilted her head, "Why?"
Tira crossed her arms, "Just because"
The little girl made a face.
"Thats not a reason dummy!"
Tira growled at the annoying little girl.
"I hate everyone.."
This time the quesiton came from herself..

~why?~

She couldn't think of any real reason to hate him
other than saving her life from her former master,
and that sounded crazy even to her..
"I feel like I know him from somewhere.." she said.
The little girl scooted closer, pointing a finger at Tiras forhead.
~theeen lets find out!~
Light sprung from the girls finger where it touched her head, making her eyes roll back and everything
went white...


~A little girl with long blueish green hair sat looking in the mirror, she
had been trying on her mothers jewelry again, her mother always hated it when
she messed with it but didn't chastise her about it..
Her father would be home soon, he was a soldier so he was not home much.
She ran into the dining room to show her mother how she looked.
Her mother took one look at her and sighed.

The girl smiled and threw her arms out wide.
"look mother! aren't I pretty?"
Her mother smiled at her, "You sure are hun"
She went back to preparing the table, her darling would finally be returning
from his campaign today!

She heard a knock at the door.
"That must be him now! oh my darling is finally home!"
The little girl ran over towards the door as her mother opened it.
The door opened and she staggered before standing very still.
The little girl frowned, "Mommy.. is something wrong?"
Her mother turned around and the small girls eyes fileld with terror.
Her mothers stomach was cut open and she was ohlding her entrails in..
The girls mother only said one thing to her..
"baby, run!"

Soldiers pushed their way past the woman, throwing her to the ground and left her to die.
The soldiers wore a dark blue armor, were they Dalkian?!"
The little girl ran to her room and hid under her bed, sobbing.
She heard the soldiers walking around the house, looking for something..
There was a loud crash in the room near her's, the back door..

She heard an older mans voice quesiton someone, presumably to person who had just entered.
"Who the fuck are you? I didn't send for any more... shit! men ,they're here!
Granda.."
The man's voice trailed off and was followed by a series of screams and cursing, then loud thumps as
bodies hit the floor.

She heard heavy footsteps now, coming towards her room.
she did her best to muffle her crying as a mans armored boots came into view.
The man walked around the room, searching through everything before stopping in front of
her bed. She shut her eyes as a mans hand reached under for her..

She fought as hard as she could but the man was too strong for her, he pulled her from under the bed
as she sobbed, covering her eyes with her hands.
Then he spoke.
"sssh, there little one.. it's ok.."
She opened her eyes and gasped.
The man had a kind expression on his face, blood covered his armor.
The man wore red and wielded a large Alondite blade.. he was beautiful!
He was a young man, probably in his late teens.

He held her for what seemed an eternity before looking up out her door,
there were voices getting closer.
He looked down at her, "Can you walk little one?"
She nodded vigorously, she would do anything he asked.
He smiled at her, "good.. we must leave this place quickly.. cover your eyes..
you would not like to see it"
She did as he told her.
He stepepd over the bodies of the dead soldiers, their blood still flowing onto the floor.
The man walked outside to his waiting horse and got up, placing her in frotn of him and taking off,
he could hear cries from inside the house as enemy soldiers entered the back way just as he had..

He arrived at a church.
He walked with her down the back stairs and knocked on the door.
A man in a dark robe opened the slidehole to look out.
"What is the color of night, my child?" asked the robed man.
The girls savior responded, "Sanguine, my father"
The hole closed and moments later she heard many locks turning and clanking before the door
came open and he brought her inside.

The room was dimly lit and smelly, the little girl made a face.
The man who answered the door turned to her savior.
"Is this the child?"
Her savior nodded, "yes, this is her father.."
The man kneeled before her, he wore a white collar, he was a priest.
The priest smiled, "hello my daughter, you may rest at ease here.. we will take care of
you for a while, then we will find you sanctuary with a family we can trust..
you will be safe from danger"

She rested on a bedroll, her back to them as they spoke.
The priest spoke to her savior..

~so.. there is no talking you out of this is there my child?~

"No father.."

~but you must know that you will not survive this bloody war..
Strife has already sent you to destroy one ruler.. and now he
sends you to another.. you are not unbeatable~

"I know.."

~Do you know where you'll go when this is all over?~

"yes.. to my grave.. and perhaps hell.."

He stood up, making his way to the door.
The little girl jumped up, running to him and hugging him.
She cried, "Please don't go! I don't want to be alone in this place.. where are my mommy
and daddy?!"
The man smiled sadly at her.
"I must go little one.. my country needs me.."
She looked up at him with tears in her eyes.
"Will you come back to see me?"
He looked at her with a confused expression.
"please?"
He smiled and nodded, the girls smiled too and wiped the tears from her eyes.
"You promise!?"
He nodded, "I promise little one.. I promise.."
The preacher looked up at him.
"I will pray for you sir Peyton.."
Her savior looked back at him before exiting.
"Thank you, father"
The priest motioned for her to sit and talk with him.
He leaned forward smiling, "Now little one.. what is your name?"
The girl sat up straight, "OH! i'm Tira!"
The priest's smile broadened further,
"my.. Tira, what a pretty name!"

Tira waited for her Savior to come back to her.. but he never did..~

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