The Forgotten Tales

chapter two: the savior

Author Note

i'm so sorry this took months but i finally decided to go through with this. 

hopefully its free of errors, too! (i did edit, but i do miss stuff, feel free to alert me if there is any MAJOR mistakes)

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        I felt paralyzed. My temple was dripping with sweat as I tried to deal with this strong overwhelming feeling of fear rise in my throat. My breaths were hitched and my heart was skipping several beats. All I could focus on was the large pointed silver sword rested underneath my chin. The woman's patience was thinning. I could tell by the squinting of her eyes and the cocking of her head.  I glanced down quickly to see that Antonio had fainted. His head had landed with a loud thud onto the flooring below, a small trickle of blood from his nose stained his parted lips. 

She took another step forward, the sword an inch from my throat, her pleasant face twisted into a scorn, she spat an odd black substance on my face, one that I was too scared to wipe off, "Answer me, little girl. Give your money or I will kill you, or maybe I will  skin you alive." she growled, baring crooked teeth

I found my shaking hands fumbling for my purple pouch in my cardigan pocket, ignoring the strands of hair that were falling from my fringe. I could see the woman smirking with a round of satisfaction.  I handed her the pouch, hoping it would ease her. She shook it and growled again, "You dared to insult me with such a low amount? You will definitely die now," she cackled and raised her sword. In that split of a second, I saw everything flash in front of me. Memories of my mother I thought I had forgotten, images of myself as I was younger and the time I met Antonio. Everything I treasured. My vision was failing, my legs trembling violently with fear. I thought I was done for. I had to be. 

Suddenly, the woman stopped. Her blade nicked my ear, her mouth was wide, almost as if she was in shock. The strong intensity of her green eyes began to fade to a dull gray. I gasped, my breaths still fast as thick black oozing blood began to pool out of her mouth. She coughed hoarsely as her mouth pooled with blood, a large sputter of blood hit across my cardigan. 

Slowly, I glanced down to find the woman had been impaled in her chest. She was stumped, yet she didn't seem to collapse.  I took multiple steps back to find a tall woman behind her, one I did not recognize. She held a sword, which was impaled through my attackers' lungs. Suddenly, the woman turned to a black dust, which reeked of flesh and gasoline. The dust suspended in the air for a few seconds, almost as if was being held there. I wasn't sure if that was a hallucination, however, as when I blinked, the dust was scattered across my feet in a small neat pile. 

I felt reality slam into me into the chest. I exhaled a heavy wheeze and felt panic creep up on me. My throat dared to close as I grabbed tightly onto the railing of the stairs, my hands went pale by the tight grip. The woman dropped her weapon with a large clatter, almost in shock at her own actions. Her small hands flew to her head as she gasped. 

"Oh my gosh," she exhaled, quickly, as she seemed out of breath herself. Her eyes frantic, she glanced over at me, and swiftly moved towards me, "It's okay," she muttered, placing her shaking hands on my shoulder.

Her words, however, was distant and made it seem as if she was trying to convince herself more than me. I glanced up at the woman: she looked no older than eighteen. She had a very young face and smooth hands, her short hair sculptured her round face and a fringe hid her forehead. Picking up the weapon, she sheathed it away and moved over to Antonio, placing two fingers on his pulse. 

"It's going to be okay. I promise you," she said, reassuringly, her wild eyes meeting mine, as she began to try and keep Antonio awake, "Try to keep your breaths regular."