Post by Haydena on Oct 9, 2007 18:55:02 GMT -5
It was an awful night outside. The winds howled and the rain battered the small cottage in which a family of hin were currently housed.
Lidda, the eldest of two sisters, sat calmly in front of the crackling fire, held tight within her fathers arms on his lap. Her younger sister Endora lay in front of them asleep on a small yet comfotable rug and her mother was busily baking more delicious cookies in their kitchen.
Her father was busy telling them the same tale of dragons, and adventure, and magic that he told every night before the girls headed off to sleep. It was customary in the family that the story be told every night.
Lidda shuffled on her fathers knee and managed a yawn, continuing to listen to him ramble on. He was an able story teller, capable of bringing the story to life with all sorts of different tricks, but Lidda's attention span usually let her down immensely.
"The adventurers entered the cave, looking around for any signs of danger. They moved deeper in cautiously, there was something waiting for them, and they knew it."
She knew this was the point at which the adventurers met a mighty dragon, and proceeded to win the fight, but she wanted to hear the story out again. Often she would dream about being one of these adventurers, exploring caves and fighting dragons.
"The mighty dragon reared its head with a roar..."
Suddenly the story was interrupted, there was a huge crash in the kitchen. Lidda's mother had obviously dropped a couple of pans and they had crashed to the floor.
"Are ya' alright out there dear?" came the call from her father.
There was no reply.
He grunted slightly, lifting Lidda off his knee and placing her on the floor. "Guess I better check see if she's alright eh?" he smiled and proceeded into the kitchen. Lidda gave a look after him curiously, this suddenly turned to a look of worry as her father came sprinting back through the small doorway.
"No! Lidda, Endora! Hide, quickly!" He picked them both up under his arms and opened a large closet in the corner of the room, placing them both inside and closing the doors quickly. "You'll be safe in here. he muttered reasurringly, and the light disappeared.
Both sisters sat quietly listening to the commotion outside.
"Where's our money?"
"I - I - ya know I don' 'ave it yet"
"Well that's too bad aint it ol' man?"
"What?! What are ya doin'? No! Aargh!"
Lidda grimaced and snuggled closer to her sister, the door had swung open a crack and she watched on as the thugs stabbed her father over and over again. He collapsed to the ground in a pool of his own blood. Bored with the father, the thugs turned their attention to the room around them. "Loot wha' ya can, take wha' ya can, I dun care as long as it's worth summing!" Lidda whispered gently in her sisters ear "It's okay, we'll be fine in here!" and they watched as the thugs ransacked the house, turning every table and chair and closet upside down. Apart from the lone closet in the corner, housing two frightened hin girls.
The doors opened suddenly and the girls squinted into the light.
"Well well, what 'ave we 'ere?" one of the thugs advanced and grabbed Endora, Lidda swung out to hit him and another grabbed her arm violently. "Now now, violence 'aint gonna get ya anywhere. Shall we take 'em with us chief?"
A figure appeared out of the shadows and muttered. "Well, I'm sure the boss'll be interest'd in these two, but we split 'em up."
Lidda watched over the shoulder of her captor at her father on the floor. She began to well up with tears and watched as her sister slipped away as well, she cried out but was promptly gagged.
"C'mon, les' get ya home..." came a snicker from behind her.
Lidda, the eldest of two sisters, sat calmly in front of the crackling fire, held tight within her fathers arms on his lap. Her younger sister Endora lay in front of them asleep on a small yet comfotable rug and her mother was busily baking more delicious cookies in their kitchen.
Her father was busy telling them the same tale of dragons, and adventure, and magic that he told every night before the girls headed off to sleep. It was customary in the family that the story be told every night.
Lidda shuffled on her fathers knee and managed a yawn, continuing to listen to him ramble on. He was an able story teller, capable of bringing the story to life with all sorts of different tricks, but Lidda's attention span usually let her down immensely.
"The adventurers entered the cave, looking around for any signs of danger. They moved deeper in cautiously, there was something waiting for them, and they knew it."
She knew this was the point at which the adventurers met a mighty dragon, and proceeded to win the fight, but she wanted to hear the story out again. Often she would dream about being one of these adventurers, exploring caves and fighting dragons.
"The mighty dragon reared its head with a roar..."
Suddenly the story was interrupted, there was a huge crash in the kitchen. Lidda's mother had obviously dropped a couple of pans and they had crashed to the floor.
"Are ya' alright out there dear?" came the call from her father.
There was no reply.
He grunted slightly, lifting Lidda off his knee and placing her on the floor. "Guess I better check see if she's alright eh?" he smiled and proceeded into the kitchen. Lidda gave a look after him curiously, this suddenly turned to a look of worry as her father came sprinting back through the small doorway.
"No! Lidda, Endora! Hide, quickly!" He picked them both up under his arms and opened a large closet in the corner of the room, placing them both inside and closing the doors quickly. "You'll be safe in here. he muttered reasurringly, and the light disappeared.
Both sisters sat quietly listening to the commotion outside.
"Where's our money?"
"I - I - ya know I don' 'ave it yet"
"Well that's too bad aint it ol' man?"
"What?! What are ya doin'? No! Aargh!"
Lidda grimaced and snuggled closer to her sister, the door had swung open a crack and she watched on as the thugs stabbed her father over and over again. He collapsed to the ground in a pool of his own blood. Bored with the father, the thugs turned their attention to the room around them. "Loot wha' ya can, take wha' ya can, I dun care as long as it's worth summing!" Lidda whispered gently in her sisters ear "It's okay, we'll be fine in here!" and they watched as the thugs ransacked the house, turning every table and chair and closet upside down. Apart from the lone closet in the corner, housing two frightened hin girls.
The doors opened suddenly and the girls squinted into the light.
"Well well, what 'ave we 'ere?" one of the thugs advanced and grabbed Endora, Lidda swung out to hit him and another grabbed her arm violently. "Now now, violence 'aint gonna get ya anywhere. Shall we take 'em with us chief?"
A figure appeared out of the shadows and muttered. "Well, I'm sure the boss'll be interest'd in these two, but we split 'em up."
Lidda watched over the shoulder of her captor at her father on the floor. She began to well up with tears and watched as her sister slipped away as well, she cried out but was promptly gagged.
"C'mon, les' get ya home..." came a snicker from behind her.