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Cicobe1

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That's an accomplishment. ^_^
Wish me luck, I am applying for the following:
The Amethyst Library
The Collection
The Incredibly Gifted Authors
The Broken Pencil
The Guild of the Academies
AuraofGuthix's Reviews

Also, I applied for English's "The Guild of Unique Authors," and was accepted! Check out the new signature!
~~Member of The Guild of Unique Authors~~

26-Dec-2008 00:02:41 - Last edited on 26-Dec-2008 00:04:42 by Cicobe1

NovelistElly

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×Chapter 10×
×Imprisoned×
Clank.
A maddening repetition of this sound was what Adam woke up to. His wrists were sore and his whole body hurt, but especially his head. He attempted to reach his hand back behind his head to see if there was anything wrong, his other hand accompanied the one he raised and he felt cold metal slide across his skin. Adam jerked his eyes open and everything came flooding back to him.
He vaguely remembered seeing pinholes of light penetrating the fabric of a sack made of irritating prickly material, he remembered dehydration, starvation, and being jounced about like a rag doll as he was carried to who knows where.
Adam looked down at his wrists in a mixture of horror and despair as the shackles he was bound by were locked tight and chained around the chair he was seated in. Adam examined his palms to find they were plastered with blood and his wrists were no better off, the skin on them was ragged, dirty, raw, and it burned infuriatingly.
Some humor could be found in the situation however; the people who captured him had no sense of style.
“This has got to be the ugliest tent I have ever seen. It looks like there is puke all over the canvas,” Adam chuckled, making light of his dire predicament, his words were all that was needed.
“Adam? Adam!”
He knew this voice, he would have known who it was even if he was deaf, and he was relieved to hear a familiar sound. “Rachel! You’re not dead!” he exclaimed.
Rachel seemed unsurprised that he thought she was dead, “These bandits told you that, did*’t they?”
“Yeah, I thought I would never see you again,” he spoke to the side of the tent.
Rachel blushed, knowing that Adam could not see her face, “You came for me after all, I knew you would.”

28-Dec-2008 01:36:44

NovelistElly

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“Did you know I would get caught? I would have loved if you told me before hand,” Adam joked.
Rachel laughed, “Out of all the people in the world you are the first one I would pick to by my jail mate.” Adam was silent and Rachel could tell he did not get it, “Well when we escape I know that you are completely arrow-proof.”
“That, young lady, is where you are wrong,” Al-Radzur crept out of the shadows and guards followed, “Neither of you are going to escape this place alive.”
Radzur pointed at Adam, “You die first you little monster. You cost me some of my best men.” Rachel gasped when she heard this. “Don’t worry witch, you get a front row seat to the execution.”
At this a huge hulking guard entered the tent in one massive stride and picked up both Adam, Rachel, and their chairs, and brought them outside into the harsh sunlight which was broken only by the looming shadow of a hangman’s noose.
The two were forced up towards the platform where Rachel was handed off to two guards in gleaming red armor with vicious longswords poised to kill them should they prove to be any trouble. Adam found himself out of luck though as he was carried to a small stool and the noose was slipped around his neck and tightened. Adam noticed that there was a grate below the stool that led off into darkness below, he tried to look closer. It looked as if a pit had been dug deep into the sand here, Adam strained his eyes and they got used to the blackness.
Out of the shadows he made out bodies, piles and piles of decomposing and mutilated corpses found a final resting place below the noose where they were put to death. Adam stifled a terrified yell as he was assaulted by the smell of the putrid flesh and imagined himself in the pit. Rachel looked on helplessly as Al-Radzur walked over to the lever to a trapdoor that Adam was staring at wide-eyed.

28-Dec-2008 01:37:14 - Last edited on 30-Dec-2008 21:08:16 by NovelistElly

NovelistElly

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All this time Rachel had been frantically thinking of a way to save his life and she had come up with the only thing she could, she was pointing her index finger at the rope that was holding Adam above the pit.
Rachel counted it off in her head, “Three…two…one…fire.”

28-Dec-2008 01:37:32 - Last edited on 28-Dec-2008 01:37:52 by NovelistElly

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