Saturday, 15 September 2012

Robin Part 1

“I don’t know where it is.” The man with dark black eyes insisted pleadingly. Red tears distorted his face making him look even uglier. Leather straps secured him to the clean metal chair and he struggles against them weakly.  The girl standing opposite, Robin, raised a perfect red eyebrow. “I think you’re lying to me Sabre.” She pouted, leaning towards him. Sabre recoiled into the chair, his snivelling echoing off the cold stone walls. “Do you know,” she paused and a slow smile spread across her face. “what I do liars, Sabre?” she purred, reaching for her belt. She drew a knife and ran her finger over the tip with a grin.

“Okay, okay!” the man wailed. “I dropped it, under the bridge, south side.” His head drooped and he shuffled back in his chair defeated.
“See? Was that so hard?” she said softly and caressed his skin gently. Sabre’s eyes widened the whites in a severe contrast with his skin. Robin spun around and nodded to a guard. He moved forward drawing his sword. Sabre’s high pitched scream echoed like a siren in the quiet of the night. Then the world was silent.

Robin Snowscar at just fourteen was a force to be reckoned with. Her long, bright red hair and icy blue eyes were a signal of trouble throughout the Other World. She pushed open the cell door and quickly climbed the steps of the dungeon to the open plains of the castle grounds.  The path to the bridge tapped as she walked along it. Wind blowing her hair to the side of her face in an array of spikes, Robin walked with her chin raised and a smile tugging at her lips.

The castle was situated on an island, a very large island. It had four bridges, placed at each point of the compass, connected to the mainland.  The keep itself was just off centre and had stone walls surrounding it. Most of the island was grassland and forest left wild and untamed.

Sliding gracefully down the hill next to the bridge, she wondered about the content of the box. She doubted Sabre had known about the content of the box.  Ducking under the bridge she scanned the water and the bank before sloshing her hand around in the water.  Almost immediately she felt the wet velvet, pulling it out of the water she frowned. The velvet was tied together with a piece of silver rope and there was most definitely glass inside. Unable to contain her curiosity she opened the bag.  A small, dusty glass case was inside and a piece of paper wrapped securely in the middle.  Turning it over in her hands, she studied it in wonderment.

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