The Prophecy -On Hold-

Chapter 10

Hey guys! Here is the update. I'm sorry but I have a little problem with wattpad at the moment and the last part of the story (again a Zoe POV) might not be showing. I add it in a new part (chapter 10.2). Hope you enjoy. Hugs and kisses Angi

P.S. I would like to have some suggestions for pictures and what Zoe might do at the end of chap. 10.2. ^^

Zoe's POV

>> Shhhh ... be quiet. If you cease to defend yourself, then I am not going to hurt you. << Warm Ale breath sweeps over my left cheek. I can not believe this is actually happening.

Once this incredible day is over, I only want to fall in a soft bed and forget it all. Slowly I let my breath out, nod and cease my senseless resistance.

>> Good girl! Now I'll let you go slowly and if you're foolish enough to run away, you have to remember that I'm pretty good at throwing knives. Actually, I should deliver you unharmed to the boss, but having one or two stab wounds would not be that much of a difference. So be a still dear mistress, do not scream and all is well. Got it? <<

Shocked I can only nod my head and the man release me very slowly. I slide down the wall as far that I stand with my own two feet firmly on the ground. My feet hardly touch the ground as his big hand painfully surrounds my right upper arm. >> Then come with me, beautiful! And as I said, don't make me any trouble. <<

He drags me along behind him, further into the dark alley and away from the safety of the crowds. Brief flashes of resistance run through me by reflex, but the mans warnings prevent that I actually put them into action.

Sure, I was not clumsy in combat and probably could tear myself away, but a I can't outrun a flying knife. Also I just happen to remember, I do not have my dagger with me.

Feverish I wonder where I put it? But my thoughts were interrupted by a hoarse voice. >> Mach faster, I do not have all day long. And if you do not stop to drag your feet on the ground I will slap you, for you to become aware of your situation again. <<

Once again he strengthened his grip on my arm, so I'm afraid he might break it. After several turns towards other dark alleys, we seem to have arrived at our destination.

My captors shoved me roughly against the wall of a house and beats his fists against an unassuming wooden door. The door opens a small crack and the man whispers >> I have what the boss wanted. Let us in before someone sees us, you airhead! <<

Swiftly, the door opens and I very rudely am pushed through. Straight into the arms of another man. However, the chest I land in this time is not as muscled as the others, but rather slim as are the arms.

My gaze wanders to a with freckles strewn face which is crowned with a red curly mane and friendly-looking green eyes. He seems to be a few years younger than me.

Behind me I hear the rustling of fabric and a black cape comes flying in the middle of the young man's face. A hard tug on my arm and I am torn away from him.