Post by elektra on Jul 29, 2010 15:26:02 GMT -8
Monday, July 13th...
sometime in the a.m.
The day had come. Elektra had only heard the Death Eater's gloating over their victory over the Order of the Phoenix, and known that a great man, Damien Noland was going to be executed today. She even knew the precise location they would all be gathering to see his death. Although Elektra never had the chance to meet Damien, she heard of his name; he was like a legend to those trying to avoid the grasp of the Williams regime, a hero of sorts. She knew of his kindness, as he took in many refugees. She knew of his courage, being a wanted man, though he stuck his neck out for all of his people. Elektra most of all, knew that he was innocent. Williams was a heartless tyrant, a man whose hold she was trying to escape from for quite some time. Days...months, perhaps. It was hard to keep track of time in this awful, forsaken place.
She shuddered. It was the summer, yet she was shivering where she stood. Maybe she was sick again; summer colds were seemingly unavoidable for Elektra. The poor slave girl sighed. She was waiting at the common area (if you could call it that) of the slave pit, knowing that she said that she would meet Landon here. He was, however, several minutes late, from what she could tell, and she was becoming terribly worried for his well-being. Landon, my love, where are you?
The two of them had made some good progress with one another since that night he spent with her in the dungeons. This made her a tad bit more optimistic, considering the circumstance, knowing that Landon was a trustworthy ally through all of this. If they managed to escape this place alive, maybe they could even live a normal life again, maybe even start over. Elektra longed for that chance.
Footsteps! Her heart jumped, hoping that it would be Landon to turn that corner from the stairs to the main floor.
sometime in the a.m.
The day had come. Elektra had only heard the Death Eater's gloating over their victory over the Order of the Phoenix, and known that a great man, Damien Noland was going to be executed today. She even knew the precise location they would all be gathering to see his death. Although Elektra never had the chance to meet Damien, she heard of his name; he was like a legend to those trying to avoid the grasp of the Williams regime, a hero of sorts. She knew of his kindness, as he took in many refugees. She knew of his courage, being a wanted man, though he stuck his neck out for all of his people. Elektra most of all, knew that he was innocent. Williams was a heartless tyrant, a man whose hold she was trying to escape from for quite some time. Days...months, perhaps. It was hard to keep track of time in this awful, forsaken place.
She shuddered. It was the summer, yet she was shivering where she stood. Maybe she was sick again; summer colds were seemingly unavoidable for Elektra. The poor slave girl sighed. She was waiting at the common area (if you could call it that) of the slave pit, knowing that she said that she would meet Landon here. He was, however, several minutes late, from what she could tell, and she was becoming terribly worried for his well-being. Landon, my love, where are you?
The two of them had made some good progress with one another since that night he spent with her in the dungeons. This made her a tad bit more optimistic, considering the circumstance, knowing that Landon was a trustworthy ally through all of this. If they managed to escape this place alive, maybe they could even live a normal life again, maybe even start over. Elektra longed for that chance.
Footsteps! Her heart jumped, hoping that it would be Landon to turn that corner from the stairs to the main floor.