Darkness Rises

A Rose With Out Throns/Chapter Eleven

                                                          Micheal stood on the hill watching his men scurry about like rats below at the disappearance of Lord Vandar did not go unnoticed by some and even now a couple of those men had already started to scheme about overthrowing the co- captain incharge which was Silla although she was uncontrollable she respected and loved the lord just as he did and her extensive line of lovers had made her catch wind of this "act of liberation"  these men would never see her as worrior but as a woman and a woman leading them seemed to shatter their pride not to mention their egos.

Silla slithered her way up to him hands on her hips grinning micheviously at him Micheal sighed he could already feel the headach  that she would bring "sweet little birdy" she said in a sing song voice "to what do i owe the pleasure of your lovely vist?"  His voice was full of scarcasm silla just smiled as she rolled her eyes at him " those death glears from the men makes my skin crawl however my little bridy stares creates the opposite effect so i decided to come vist you and you look so lonley on your perch waiting for your master" Micheal sighed before pulling his wistle from under his shirt bring it to his lips and giving it a tiny blow Silla hissed at him " put that thing away!" Micheal smirked as horick soon came into veiw circling them overhead before landing on his shoulder chriping at him excitedly as Silla gleared at the bird Micheal sighed and turned "i will await the return of our lord in the main tent" he stopped before looking over his shoulder "wacth your back captain or else you might find a arrow or a blade buried in it".

Silla wacthed his recceding form before smirking the  foolish man always running away from her, she could never forget when he and her Lord saved her life and gave her a chance to live and fight for her freedoom--- and as lovely as her little bird was she was not apart of his destiny no she smirked the touch of death hovered over the man not even she who saw bits of the future could not see what was in store for them a vail of darkness hovered over them all but in that darkness eyes wacthed who? she was not sure but it would either save or destroy them all she could do now was stay wacth like the guard snake she was and wacth over the ones she loved and charished.

Micheal blinked in surprise as he stared a Vandar cradling a woman in his arms a victorious smirk displayed on his face Micheal sighed no not a woman ---the woman, the woman who had put his Lord though such distress "My lord welcome back i am glad to see you are well and--- is she well?" Her black hair fell over her face shilding it from him yet he remembered that she was indeed a beauty "yes she is" Vandar smiled softly at her which took Micheal by surprise but he quickly covered his expression as a stream off curses sounded out side making both the man curse them selves " i belive my absence has given birth to some rebelious spirits" he slowly pulled away the flap that shielded his bed before placing her upon it "the men have been rebelling since you left Silla as commander and their are some who plan to end her life out of their wounded pride" Vandar cursed "well that will not do " he took one last look at Malena before he left Micheal hot on his heels.

Vandar gleared at the men who circled Silla who was smirking obviously liking the attention she was reciving whether good or bad her narcissistic nature never ceased to amuse nor surprise him " what is the meaning of this?!" He asked voice tundering over the camp cause all to still.

Silla was the frist to look up and grinned before bowing her head in respect "welcome home my Lord!" Her sing song voice was abit mocking yet it pleased him non the less to see she was unaffected by all this he had chosen well. "I see some off you desagree with my choice of commander well then" he dropped him self on the ground staring at them lazily " we are all sons and daughter of Bocruilor are we not by all means reslove this conflict befitting our tradtion" Silla laughed not needing to hear anymore as she charged at the closet man near her detacthing his head from his body and so the battle among his men began.

                                                         Malena's eyes opened slowly her head felt heavy and so did her body raising up on her elbows she looked around where was she? The tent was black and she layed on a bed made of diffrent kinds of furs and on the walls hung errie skull of both animal and men their gaping holes where their eyes once where stared at her making her shiver she glanced down at her self she was still dressed but she quickly pulled the pins from her hair letting it tumbled down over her shoulder and to the small of her back as she stood on shakey legs she stummbled to the flap pushing out of the way and finding her self into a makeshift confrence room how big was this tent?  A chrip caught her attention making her turn the bird from before wacthed her with black eyes from its perch in the top of the tent 'hello pretty bird-- why are you here?" She asked the sudden sound of clashing metal, screams and war cries sounded beyond the tent making her flinch where was she?

Malena timidly left the tent passing smaller similar ones as she made her way to the noise at first the plan of escaping into the woodlands behind her had crossed her mind but upon see its gloomy darkness and red eyes wacthing her from its shadows she descided against it her only hope was to slip by with the distraction of what ever commotion was taking place.

Malena gasped as she saw the men fighting these were the darklords men were they not allies and soliders then why did they fight among them selves? She hid in the shadow of the farest tent and the sound of running water sounded not far away if only she could past these barbarians she felt her blood boil and go cold at the same time as she saw  her kidnapper seated wacthing the men fight with a lazy smile on his face her mate.

                                                          "Anyone who wins will be appointed commander and rewared any wish the desire by the Darklord him self" as handsome man spoke over the fighting bowing his head in respect to her kidnapper. Malena shook feeling her body grow cold he was the Darklord? Her mate? She shook her head no! Gods no. She backed away from the scene horrifed all her fears had come to light "oh what a pretty little thing"  Malena turned trembling as she came face to face with a beautiful woman who was covered in blood concern seeped into her mind for the woman or it had untill she saw her yellow snakelike eyes and fangs glistened with blood Malena backed away but the woman grabbed her talons sinking into her upper arm making her yelp grip like a vice "where did you come from my pretty?"

                                                                    The remaining men stopped fighting looking at their fallen comrades this was the lives they lead, blood, war and sex.

Silla had disappeared he had expected as much the woman had raged through them like a mad dog gutting and severing limbs before chasing a retreating man behind the tents." now now i wonder who i will promote" he grinned at micheal who nodded in approval but before he could  finish his sentnce a sweet voice broke the silence "no-no p-please let me go i beg you!" Vandar sprang to his feet turning towards the voice as did everyone else, Silla looked dazed trying to keep her grip on Malena her hair loose and lovely so beautiful even as her eyes were wide with fright, upon see him she stopped struggling before becoming ghostly pale "the darklord". Vandar stared at her, his lovely rose a rose with out thorns.