Saeva, deam veteres. "The Goddess Of Old"

servant boy.

the pitter patter of rain fell gently onto the kitchen window were Saeva and Mark sat quietly. it had been two days, and not one sign of their comrades. slowly Saeva lowered her head onto marks shoulder and began to weep. 

"what if this is all of my fault?!"

"how could it possibly be?!" mark answered.

"i spoke the language of old! i spoke out towards the crowd in complete and total heresy!" her sobbing grew louder and uncontrollable.

"but my love, you did not say one word in that devilish language!"

Saevas head lifted up, "what?" she was so sure he had screamed in the old language. so sure that she would be taken away soon and gone from the earth to be burned like a witch. she didn't understand this and her confusion grew/ 

"what do you mean?" she questioned mark, tears still falling down her cheeks her puts her knees o her chest. "i screamed so loudly, i yelled so harshly at the crowd when they were silent."

marks eyes glittered with confusion, either way he did not wish to see his beloved cry any longer. mark leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Saeva. 

"everything will be ok" 

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A Man stood at the gates of the inner palace, screaming for the gates to be opened, soaked by the rain falling from the sky.

"OPEN THE GATES, OPEN THE GATES, OPEN THEM NOW! BY THE ORDERS OF THE KING, OPEN THIS GATE!" 

it wasn't that the pawns who controlled the gate from the inside did not want to open the gate but the fact that with the wind howling and the harsh rains dancing from the clouds, the gate was inoperable. 

the gates were ten foot concrete walls that would take twenty men each side to open it just a sliver. but instead of such desperate measures, someone from the top threw a latter down and yelled back at the man,

"is wet! careful with wood mind ye!" the tall man who stood at the gate put one foot forward and decided the chance of a painful fall and ascended the long climb up the gate. that man didn't sound like he lived in the interior, he sounded like he was a peasant... just who threw down the rope?! i shall see. once at the top the man who threw down the wooden ladder helped the tall man onto the top where they could slowly descend the stairs that let to the servants quarters. 

"whats ye doin' out er? dis night makes te' old kings knees tremble with pain, dis night a evil one. mind you shouldn't be wanderin round, mess'anger boy n' not."

"it was quite important. the duke sent me with a letter to give to thyn majesty. its about that heretic."

both men stopped walking still in the rain, only a few feet from the door.

"whats wrong good sir? are we not to go inside, it is truely an evil night with this horrid rain."

the other man turned around, slightly shorter and thinner than a rail, he turned around. what?! the tall man was surprised to see that the man he was following was still very young.  maybe its a maids son before he is sent off to military school? but no, if he was he wouldn't be allowed to live within the castle walls longer than seven years. the confusion and suspicion grew in his eyes, and like a cat his curiosity grew rampant.

"who are you?"

"wat? nev'r seen me? or her'd me either? well, id be insulted if i don't knew bettah. bettah keep tight lip bout me, ye? father be angered, n his wrath will fall on both noggins of you n' me."

"you sound like a peasant."

the cold rain pounded onto the shoulders of the tall man as the him and they boy stood there. growing more uncomfortable by the second the tall man looked embarrassed.