She was dragged through the mud over rough stones, her cries of pain unheeded by the red habits that surely pulled her towards her doom. She struggled against the ropes that dug into her wrists, biting into her skin to the point of bleeding. One of the red cloaks grabbed her by the back of her head and threw her forward into the mud, she tried to look up but a paladin put his sandaled foot on top of her head, pressing her further into the earth.
"This one tried to run, we caught her fleeing towards the trees." The girl tried to look up at who the Paladins were reporting to.
"Please..." she begged her hands sifting through the dirt
"I didn't do anything wrong! Please!" She sobbed and was suddenly pulled up by the rope around her wrists coming face to face with the steel blue eyes of the Weeping Monk. She swallowed every tear she had left in her body and looked at him fearfully. Her eyes a solid steel grey, darting her focus from one eye to the other.
"Please... I'll do anything, just let me go." She whispered and he dropped her to the ground.
"We take her with us." He ordered and the girl was roughly pulled up to her feet.
"Brother!" Shouted a young paladin, running up towards the Weeping Monk with haste, stumbling over various forest debris.
"She has wings, big white wings, like that of the angels described in scripture!" She looked at the young red cloak in horror.
"Show us these wings." The Weeping Monk demanded and she shook her head.
"No... I can't..." she whimpered and the Monk put a blade to her throat.
"You'll die if you don't." He growled and she swallowed thickly, the blade scraping against her skin uncomfortably.
"Ask your men to move away..." she breathed and he nodded at the Paladins who moved back but a few feet. With a blink her wings spread from her back, massive white wings stretching ten feet wingtip to wingtip, brilliant in the dappled sunlight of the trees.
"An angel... she must be... not even a demon could have wings like those..." muttered the red Paladins around her.
"Why did you run Fey?" The Monk growled and she looked at him fearfully
"Because I was afraid... but not of you and your men." Her quivering voice gave away the thin lie but the monk did not press it.
"We bring her with us. Father Carden will want to see this 'Angel' with his own eyes." In another blink her wings were gone, her short cloak flapping in the slight breeze that followed. The Monk pulled her forward and threw her up onto his horse getting behind her and wrapping the rope that held her hands around the horn of the saddle.
"Try to escape and I will not hesitate in killing you Fey girl." He growled in her ear and the girl looked at the road ahead of her. Her eyes filling with fearful tears.
"I'm counting on it." She muttered and they set off down the road, towards the Red Paladin camp, towards Father Carden, and towards what could be her doom.
~ Three days prior ~
The girl brushed her hair softly as she hummed, her feet sitting in the small creek bubbling by. Her friend was busy gathering mushrooms, choosing the right ones was important. You don't want a poisoned mushroom among them.
"Greenleaf?" She asked and the boy looked up at her his expression showing his annoyance plainly.
"What is it now Ophelia? I'm busy!" He snapped and she frowned at him Greenleaf was always a grumpy boy, more focused on his mushrooms than people.
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Tears I Have Shed
FanfictionOphelia. Daughter of a murdered father and mother, her people lost to mass genocide by the Christian Church. Her life has become a spiral of despair her hope shattered by her capture by the red paladins she had been trying to run from, being kept...
