Trial

“It’s a simple sort of thing” she tells herself with a smile. He pale blue lips curl back over rotting yellow teeth. Her eyes are yellow, like a Booty Bay morning. Her green hair flows in tangled strands down her exposed spine. She sighed softly and glanced at the jet black cat on the cupboard above her.

“I’ll just make my way over to the hill and watch for an hour or so. Maybe I’ll take my basket, and pretend to collect mushrooms” she muses to herself. The cat, yawns, stretches and rolls away from her. She smiles again, and sighs, returning to her laundry, as her dagger-like fingers try to work dye into a freshly stitched tabard for Legionnaire Vorlin.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’ll do.”

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3 YEARS EARLIER.

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A cool breeze blows through the Hillsbrad Foothills, as the sun peaks over a nearby crest. The grass is a lush emerald green, as Keira runs through the field laughing and enjoying the feel of the morning dew on her exposed feet. She’s barely more than a girl, only in her nineteenth season, but the boy can already see the woman she will become. Her hair is the color of harvest wheat, her voice the envy of even the Elven choirs. She sings a silly song as she skips through the field, and for a moment his heart seizes. She bursts into a fit of giggles as she finally collapses to the ground, staining her linen dress.

He’s chased her since dawn, letting her tease him playfully. He lowers himself down easily, his hamstrings burning from the effort. She smiles, and for the briefest of moments, he feels as if nothing in the world can go wrong. Her eyes go soft, and her features seem to brighten.

“By the Light, she’s beautiful” he thinks to himself, as he nervously stretches his hand toward hers. He can feel his pulse quicken as he his fingertips make contact with her delicate skin.

“Close your eyes” she whispers softly.

He takes one last look at her, storing her image in his mind’s eye, before doing as instructed. He closes his eyes, and he can feel her warm breath against his face. The warmth of her lips is close, and he anticipates the kiss, leaning forward slightly.

“Tag” she exclaims loudly, as she slaps his shoulder playfully. He opens his eyes, startled, and just in time to see her dashing away from him. He feels a frustrated growl rise in his throat, as he leaps to his feet, and sets out after her. She’s quick, and has an excellent head start, but he makes up the distance between them quickly. He can hear her giggling, as his predatory instincts take over. He lowers himself into a charge, and wraps his arms around her tiny waist, lifting her high into the air. She squeals, and feigns protest, as he clutches her in his muscled arms, his brown locks falling over his face. She twists in his grasp, and they go tumbling to the ground together.

Her breath comes in short gasps, and her cheeks flush. It takes only a moment for him to realize that he’s landed on top of her, and that he has her pinned. He can feel the rise and fall of her ample breast against his chest, muscled from twenty seasons on the farm. Her eyes meet his, and he lowers his head. Almost involuntarily, she can feel her head tilt to the side. Their lips meet, and he kisses her with all the passion he can muster.

“Tag” he whispers as he pulls away from her, taking a moment to gauge her reaction to his advance.

“Viktor” she sputters out his name, almost breathlessly.

“Marry me” he says cutting her off.

Her eyes go wide, and for a moment they lay together frozen. She realizes that she needs to breathe, and she inhales sharply, her vision clouded with dots that aren’t there. She manages to get out a small squeak. He smiles, never breaking his longing gaze into her eyes. He can feel her trembling beneath him as she nods slowly.

“Yes?” He asks her, his voice hopeful.

“Yes” she says, finally managing to make her voice work again.

“I love you” he whispers to her, before lowering his head, and kissing her again. She responds, receiving him with all of her being. Her full lips press hard into his, and her body encompasses his form, wrapping her arms around his neck. He gets bold, feeling drunk with exhilaration and relief. He silently realizes that he has just accomplished the most difficult thing he’s ever faced. His hands grasp her waist, and he rolls with her, allowing her to straddle him. She leans down, and continues to kiss him, as he slips her dress up her thighs to her waist. She can feel his fingertips on her exposed leg, and she enjoys the new sensation.

He grows bolder still, slipping her dress higher up her waistline, and allowing himself to take a peek at the silky undergarments she’s covered herself with. She’s afraid, but empowered, as she helps him slip her dress over her head. He takes time to enjoy the sight of her before he pulls her back toward him for another kiss. He feels the heat of her, spreading out over his midsection, his erection raging against his cotton pants.

She slips her hips backwards, and for a moment, the only thing that separates them is two flimsy layers of cloth. Her eyes widen as she feels him pressing against her. She leans back further, giving him a perfect view of her entire, exquisite body. She reaches to her back, and loosens the simple clasp holding her breasts in place.

Without warning, he jerks his head up. She jumps, slightly startled.

“What’s wrong…was I doing something wrong?” she asks, her voice shaking.

“Hoof beat…in the distance. They aren’t far” he replies.

“Who would be out this time of morning?” she questions him.

“It sounds like” he pauses, “By the Light, those are warhorses!”

Viktor snaps his head toward the ridge above them. His eyes grow into small slits, as he strains himself to see the source of the noise. Cresting the ridge a figure on a skeletal horse appears, riding hard toward them.

“Run!” Viktor screams, tossing Keira off of him. She, doesn’t hesitate. She leaps to her feat, not bothering to dress herself, and begins to sprint in the opposite direction of the horseman. Glancing back she can see the shiny black armor on both the mount, and the undead warrior riding it. She tries to think on her feet, as she runs. She realizes she will need to double back around to get to the pasture where Viktor’s horse is tethered. Her breathing is ragged from sprinting and the terror she can feel in her stomach. She looks back again, expecting to see Viktor right behind her. She gasps in shock to realize that Viktor has set himself, and sends his massive body into the side of the warrior’s mount, sending the both animal and rider crashing to the ground.

Keira crouches behind a rock formation to her left, and does her best to hide. She watches in horror as Viktor, unarmed, begins to grapple with their assailant. The warrior kicks the human hard in the groin, and Viktor falls to his knees in shock from the blow. Keira screams as she watches the warrior raise his war mace high into the air, and crush her lover’s face with it. She feels hot tears begin to stream down her face, as she turns away from the carnage to run again. She stands up, but before she can even take a single step, she feels a bony hand on her shoulder, and a wickedly sharp pain her back. She collapses to a sprawl, and the last thing she sees before passing out is a pair of bony ankle in leather clad boots, slipping quietly past her line of vision.


To be continued


This is the first time I’ve ever really attempted anything of this sort, comments or reviews are appreciated.