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once a dream did weave a shade
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Posted on September 19, 2014 at 06:04:46 PM by Gaiane & Pallas

Still groggy from the magically induced sleep she�d only begun to wake from, Gaiane had no idea where the wind was coming from or what the anxious voices around her were saying. The light from the fire stung her eyes as they started to open, as her pupils were still dilated from sleep. However, even with sleep still in her mind, she could tell that the shouts around her were worried and angry, and she forced her eyes open to watch what had alarmed her captors so badly that they were running and clanging around like a guerilla army.

The Duchess watched, seemingly more calm that the rest of her bandits, as the lord, dressed in all his finery, stepped out of the sky and into the camp. This had always been a possibility and, as always, she had a back-up plan that the others did not know about. They didn�t need to know and if they did, it made it far more likely that those back-ups would also fail. Some members couldn�t keep their mouths shut, and prisons were so well known to bandits for pulling secrets out of the inmates, it just gave the members of this band plausible deniability if she kept them out of the loop.

It didn�t hurt that having the plans and all their back-ups to herself kept The Duchess in power and the bandits around her under her thumb. They couldn�t make it on their own.

There were an awful lot of words being thrown around when the man stepped from his cyclone, as though The Duchess would be impressed. Words didn�t make her cower in fear. They could be as deceitful as they could be truthful, but in either case, that was all they were. If they hurt, she could believe they lied. Beyond that, this man, as all of the castle dwellers did, seemed to focus all his attention on titles he�d been born to rather than earned. He was no more a Lord than a boar was, as far as the bandit leader could tell, except for the circumstances of his birth. She was a Duchess by her ability to rule over those below her, keep them fed and sheltered and respecting her.

She sniggered as she took a few steps closer to him. �Lord, king, god. Then you have the money we asked for her,� she stated. The firmness in her tone stopped the panicking bandits where they were scrambling, to watch their leader confront the rich man who�d never earned what he had.

Gaiane, too, turned to watch, having faintly recognized the sound of her rescuer�s voice. The guy from the castle, Mordred. She had no doubt that he�d be able to get her out of here. However, as The Duchess reached out a hand, whether to demand the payment or to use her sleep induction powers on the baron, Gaiane gasped and shouted a warning about the power.
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Replies:

into the dark and the silence - By mordred October 18, 2014 at 01:18:10 AM
- once a dream did weave a shade; - By Gaiane & Pallas January 5, 2015 at 07:48:33 AM

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