Small Stories of Life, Love, and Wonder

Freed

The blood driped off her porcelin chin, but she did not notice.  The chains that head her to the wall were too tight and irritated the skin of her wrists.  She was hungry.  Her eyes were cast down at the dirty floor benath her.  She studdied the cuts on her feet and the old scares that were faded.  So long she had fought for what was right.  The bolt of her door was thrown back causing a laud bang to echo in the empty corridor.  The girl raised her head to look at her visitor.  A man with a cold stare and pale lips looked down at her.  She glared at him with hatred.  He bent his head to the side causing his crimsion hair to fall over his face.  She stood and faced the intruder as though she were not a prisioner but a warrior.  He smiled coldly and walked over to her.  She flinched at the touch of his hand, cold from the gauntlet the covered it.  

"How long have you been in here?" he asked softly as his eyes raked over her bare body.

"I don't remeber..." she replied in a voice as soft as rose petals.

"What is your name?" he asked as he broke the shackles the bound her wrists.

"My name is Iris." the girls eyes hardened as she raised her head to gaze at the man before her.

He sighed and removed his cape.  She steped back, afraid.  He held it out to her.  She gazed at him confused.  He was slightly taller than her and muscular.  His eyes were golden whith strands of another color.  She could not make it out in the dungon chamber with little light.  He sighed and wraped the cape around her clasping it at her neck.  Two more men appeared at the door.

"Sir, all the other chambers are empty." said one, his face half hidden by a scarf uled over his mouth an dnose.

"Very well, we will bring this one with us." the man before her replied before taking her hand and leading her out of the dungeon.

The young girl looked back at her cell and a cold smile spread across her ruby lips.