Chapter 2- Violet

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I push at the body letting it roll onto the stone. I grab at my stomach a queasy feeling arising within. I slowly sit up cautious not the make myself anymore dizzy. Men in armor, riding horses had broken down the gate and were charging into the city. The King was nowhere in sight, all that was here was me Darvin, the headless body of the thief, fighting rebels, and guards helplessly fighting with all of their strength. The rest of Darvin's men, the ones who were in the cages with us, were laying on the ground with blood seeping from their chests.

I get on my knees and crawl over to Darvin. He was going in and out of consciousness. " N-n...no I should be dead not them...they deserved to live." My eyes began to water. He was right they did not deserve to die not like this. He sits up. "Your lucky that they were not a second later''

The fighting stops and shouts of victory fill my ears. The men come over to us."Darvin I am sorry we were not here earlier." he looks around at the ones on the ground. He stops when he sees me on the ground covered in blood." another filthy foreigner?" he points to me.

"She was caught in the ambush, she was crossing the border to seek refuge in the sanctuary of her old parents home." Darvin coughs. " She would be dead if it was not for you."

"Thank you," I say as loud as my voice enabled me to. A man helps Darvin to his feet, another man picks me up off the ground, I must have looked like I was run over by a cart over and over again. The man puts me lays me on the back of a horse. Everyone climbs onto a horse. The man climbs onto the horse and we follow after them. " I am Roman." He tells me.

"Thank you, Roman." I say as I fall asleep

"Do not thank me. I was just doing what Darvin would do for me." I hear him say. His voice sounded distant. The sound of hooves faded I was in my own thoughts now.

I reopen my eyes and see the cloth roof of a tent. I sit up, but fall back down when my whole body retaliates. My whole body was stiff. I peer down finding my clothes gone, but a bandage wrapped around my side and knees. blood had seeped through some of the bandages. I swallow my throat burning. "You're awake?" A voice startles me from somewhere behind me. A man comes into view. "Darvin sent me to watch you till you woke up." he plays with a bottle on the table beside the bed I am on. "you've been asleep for quite a while. found out there was some sort of paralysis poison in your wound, if it wasn't for that you would be dead."

"thank the divines for paralysis."

"I was told to inform Darvin when you woke up so I will be going now." He walked from the tent as a girl in a nurses garb walked in carrying various bottles of different remedies.

"glad to see you awake. I needed to be in here when you woke up so i could give you some medicine to help with pain but it seems as that didn't happen" she pours some of the contents of a bottle into a cup and hands it to me. "drink this it will only take a moment to kick in" I gulp down the liquid. As she said it only took a moment for it to work. the pain erased and I could finally move. I sat up. "let me change your bandages and then you can change, and put on some clothes."

After she finished wrapping me in my bandage she scurried out of the tent. I stood finding my legs wobbly, I fell and caught myself on a table. I noticed a note on top of a pile of clothes. Give these to the girl after she wakes up -Darvin. The note was written in neat letters. I made my way to them picking up the soft fabric. Unfolding it I was able to see the full garment. The black robe made from silk slipped in my fingers, a hood attached to the back hung over my hand, leather straps held in place a black metal breastplate made from the metals only found in Gremor caves. A cape flowed behind it, a dark red fabric entwined with the black. I slipped it over my head. A pair of boots laid next to my bed; they were knee high and had many locations to slip in a dagger, I ran my hand along its leather before slipping it on my foot. A perfect fit.

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