Open Question: The Draconian Conundrum?
This is a little short story I did for fun…Enjoy! BTW: This is copy-righted. Please don’t steal this.
Dracia Camblla placed her head through the bars of the cage, letting her hands feel their ways toward her face. Her chestnut-brown hair was entangled with twigs and leaves, and her emerald eyes, which were now a misty green, searched for nothing as the busy people of Trytee bustled about. It was a strange environment for her; she never had stepped foot outside her home before, and now here she was, locked in a cage somewhere.
She was blind, yes, but she saw things people have never seen, and never will see by the rate of their technological progress. She saw dragons breathing putrid fire on a castle top, brave knights in their armor searching for their beloved, princesses of fairy tales with long, blonde hair and blue eyes. She heard the wisp of the wind as it sailed across great plains, a woman singing an old ballad from the days of yore, the silence before a storm. What she saw was beauty in its own master design, never ceasing to create such wonders the world had forgotten over time.
She still held her imagination firm even though she was kidnapped by a mysterious man. It was was of keeping her sanity, if that makes any sense. In order to survive and not think the worst of her given situation, she imagined she was somewhere far away where there were no people so cruel like her captor. Her captor….it sounded so foreign to her. In all her studies, she never has heard of a man kidnapping a little girl. Maybe it was for her own protection, like many other things such as reading and writing.
So, here Dracia, or as she likes to be called, Draci, was, sitting in her cage when she heard a voice call out a greeting. “Hail, Turget!” It was a man, and a pretty young one at that. His voice was strong, demanding, yet at the same time subjective to other voices. He had a sense of urgency to his pace, making a straight beeline for the captor who was presumably named Turget.
Turget raised his hand in the sign of a formal greeting, “May the Draconian Fire blaze in your heart.”
“And yours.”
Draci cocked her head in question; what is the Draconian Fire, and who is the mysterious man? Paying no heed to the girl, Turget continued on, “So..what’ll it be?” He tugged on his short beard as if in thought, and tapped his foot in time with the music playing in the background. “The Dracia Waltz…” he murmured, recognizing the tune.
The customer walked around the cage, noting all the flaws and perfections of Draci mentally. After a few minutes of deep consideration, he straightened up, smoothing his jacket, and said, “I’d say 40 shackles. Nothing more.”
Turget cursed under his breath; he knew there was no chance in bargaining, the customer knew what he wanted and wouldn’t back down. “Oh, fine.” He reluctantly agreed, shaking hands with the customer, who grinned mischeviously in satifaction.
A sudden jerk from the cage left Draci sprawling across the small area, and she could tell by the heavy breathing and grunting that some men were attempting to move the cage.CLICK! The caged prisoner heard the opening to the cage pop open, and before she knew what she was doing, Dracia dived out of there and sprinted to the nearest exit away from the men.
“Stop her!” she heard a voice screaming from across the room.
Before she had time to cross through the doorway, thick, strong arms wrapped around her waist and carried her away. The person who was carrying her was heading upstairs, she could tell, and was gaining speed as well as ground away from the crowd of people who screamed after them.
Grrr…dumb auto-correct thought that a word I put in there was innapropriate, and bloakced it out.

Sat, 06 Feb 2010 07:15:06 GMT

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