Post by Caden J. Robertson on Oct 16, 2008 8:14:49 GMT -6
The camp was quiet in the early morning hours, the sun still had not risen into the sky, the campfires were out from the night before, the guards slept, Caden slept, and even Jonas was sleeping.
None of them heard the restless shifting of the horses, none of them heard the soft foot falls of those that crept like wraiths into their camp. They were not expecting trouble here on the path back to Turas Lan.
Jonas shifted on his pallet swatting at an itch to his nose before settling back down, the single guard on duty had his chin to his chest and slept soundly, drugged late in the night to allow this raid to happen. Caden's bed was unmistakeable where he slept with Anna at his side.
The huge feline had been drugged as well, none of them wished to loose an arm when they took off with their target. From the shadows a man watched the whole scene play out. It had been his plan, though he was not the one pulling the strings.
A large rough hand covered Caden's mouth and he was lifted off the ground with a growled warning. " Do not raise a fuss or the rest will die." His eyes shot open wide and he tried to struggle but it only took them seconds to truss him up. He made all the noise he could trying to alert those around him but only one heard him.
A beefy fist landed against his jaw and he was seeing stars, then nothing at all as his head slumped forward. A rag was stuffed into his mouth and tied into place then he was tossed over the back of his own horse.
As they began to filter out of the camp they met one single resistance. Jonas. He stood there sword drawn, eyes blazing with anger, but before the first strike could come Jonas would fall, a look of surprise on his face as he looked down at the arrow protruding from his chest right through the heart. It seemed to have come from out of no where, and even the men sent to capture the young Heir looked at each other with surprise, their swords drawn. But it seemed that they had a benefactor and none would look a gift horse in the mouth. The signal was given and they stepped past the prone body of a now lifeless Jonas.
Off into the night they dissapeared. By the time the first rays of light finally did touch the sky they were on a private ship headed for the mainland.
The guards finally woke around mid morning. What they found shocked and angered them. Jonas was dead, Caden gone as well as Anna. They carefully loaded Jonas onto the back of his horse and continued on to Turas Lan, sending one to follow what tracks could be found.
The moment they arrived in Turas Lan they demanded to see the Duke and Dutchess to give them their news.
None of them heard the restless shifting of the horses, none of them heard the soft foot falls of those that crept like wraiths into their camp. They were not expecting trouble here on the path back to Turas Lan.
Jonas shifted on his pallet swatting at an itch to his nose before settling back down, the single guard on duty had his chin to his chest and slept soundly, drugged late in the night to allow this raid to happen. Caden's bed was unmistakeable where he slept with Anna at his side.
The huge feline had been drugged as well, none of them wished to loose an arm when they took off with their target. From the shadows a man watched the whole scene play out. It had been his plan, though he was not the one pulling the strings.
A large rough hand covered Caden's mouth and he was lifted off the ground with a growled warning. " Do not raise a fuss or the rest will die." His eyes shot open wide and he tried to struggle but it only took them seconds to truss him up. He made all the noise he could trying to alert those around him but only one heard him.
A beefy fist landed against his jaw and he was seeing stars, then nothing at all as his head slumped forward. A rag was stuffed into his mouth and tied into place then he was tossed over the back of his own horse.
As they began to filter out of the camp they met one single resistance. Jonas. He stood there sword drawn, eyes blazing with anger, but before the first strike could come Jonas would fall, a look of surprise on his face as he looked down at the arrow protruding from his chest right through the heart. It seemed to have come from out of no where, and even the men sent to capture the young Heir looked at each other with surprise, their swords drawn. But it seemed that they had a benefactor and none would look a gift horse in the mouth. The signal was given and they stepped past the prone body of a now lifeless Jonas.
Off into the night they dissapeared. By the time the first rays of light finally did touch the sky they were on a private ship headed for the mainland.
The guards finally woke around mid morning. What they found shocked and angered them. Jonas was dead, Caden gone as well as Anna. They carefully loaded Jonas onto the back of his horse and continued on to Turas Lan, sending one to follow what tracks could be found.
The moment they arrived in Turas Lan they demanded to see the Duke and Dutchess to give them their news.
