Stormborn

Chapter 11: Memories

"Who are you?!" Yelled a middle aged mab as he held a wooden sword up to his waist.

The girl on the floor, as bruised and battered as she was, gathered the energy to rise to her feet, blowing the brunette hair away from her face, "I am Roana Carther!" She yelled.

The wooden sword hit against her face, adding one more bruise to the several she has acquired.

The man walked around her, using his wooden sword as if it was a cane as he stroked his bearded face and brushed his lush black hair to the side, "You never learn do you?" He said as he planted the sword in the ground and depended on it to support his weight.

The young girl fought back the tears in her eyes as she clawed the dirt, allowing it to sink beneath her fingernails, but she gave no answer.

"A warrior doesn't have a name during the midst of battle," said the bearded man, "A warrior, only carries the name of their weapon, and nothing else. Now pick it up."

Young Roana glanced over to the wooden shield on the floor, "NO!"

"And what is wrong with the weapon you have been given?" He asked, cocking his head as the words left his mouth.

"That's no weapon, It's useless!" Roana yelled, "It's no good! How am I to hurt someone with that?!"

The bearded man laughed before paying Roana on the head, "Not every weapon is designed to hurt, some were actually made to protect."

Roana was woken up, unable to enjoy the rest of her dream due to the constant and loud crackling of the fire nearby.

She sat up and scanned her area, observing the hut she was held prisoner in.

Her sword was all the way at the other side of the mini camp, making it almost impossible for her to think of an easy way to escape.

On the pillow beside hers, was a pair of freshly folded clothes for her to wear throughout the day, clothes that were able to keep her warm in the upcoming winter.
'Can't tell the last time I heard of a prisoner enjoying their time being held hostage,'  she thought to herself, mentally noting the fact that they actually do care.

She got up and peeked her head through her hut, seeing all the other girls around the fire that woke her, including Roxanne.

After ensuring that her clothes made a good enough fit, she walked over to the fire and took a seat, trying her best to ignore all the glares being shot at her from every corner, but she was only able to do so for a while before the feeling of uncomfortableness overwhelmed her.

The silence broke when Athena, the blonde beauty who sat beside Roxanne, plunged her sword into the piece of wood at her feet.

"Why are we just sitting here?" She asked, "We were sent to execute her, let's just do it and get it over with!"

Athena sprung up from off her log and pointed her sword to Roana's throat, ready to cut, but she was restrained by her fellow 'sisters'.

"We were sent to do something! And you're just gonna ignore it? That makes you all as much of a traitor as she is!" Athena yelled while her sword was being taken from her.

"If you're trying to win over the Queen's grace, it's best you stop. There's no point, she can't see us from right here, so it's best you sit your ass down and stay quiet!" Melissa snapped at her, while shifting her kazoo from finger to finger.