Post by Wildfeather on May 28, 2011 16:31:13 GMT -5
"She's escaping!" "After her!" "Catch her! Don't let her escape!!!"
The silence was broken by a group of soldiers running through the streets of Paris, shouting angrily, while shaking their spears, preparing to use them.
The target for their anger was a young, slender elf girl, meager from starvation and with bruises on all parts of the body that could be seen through the filthy rags she was wearing. Her dark hair was tousled and looked like it hadn't been washed in a while, and her beautiful dark eyes were filled with anxiety as she ran as fast as she could, trying to get away from the men.
Noticing the men closed in on her, she saw a last desperate hope of getting away by rushing towards the Cathedral of Notre Dame. But a starved little Dark Elf was no match for big, strong and well-trained soldiers.
"Stop her! Don't let the elf witch run away!" The soldiers roared to each other, not bothering to be discreet. After all, it was just an orphan they were going to arrest, not the Nobles this time. With a devilish grin one of the soldiers threw himself forwards to grab the elf girl. Only moments later, the silence was broken by horrible curse words from the soldier.
"@£$@£$€! She bites!!!" He groaned, clutching his arm, which was bleeding from a mark left behind by a set of very strong teeth.
"Then hit her, idiot! THEN grab her!" the others hissed and came to help him. The silence was again broken by the sound of a slap, and then a whimpering sound. It sounded like when someone kicked a helpless puppy, and when the crowd of soldiers finally climbed off the young girl, it also seeemed that way as they had bound her by tying a noose around her neck.
The child had a red mark on her cheek after the blow, and had tears in her big, dark eyes, but there was something spiteful in the way she stood and looked over at the men.
"You thought you could escape us, hmmmm?" the leader of the soldiers grinned. "You know what the Judge said. You have ONE last chance to change your ways of life, or you will end up in the gallows, like the criminal you are...."
The girl didn't respond, so one of the other soldiers took over, laughing while he spoke.
"Forget it, Captain. Nobody will adopt a girl like her, much less take responsibility for her actions. We might as well hang her right away."
The girl being tied and held firmly, could not escape the accusations towards her. She lowered her head and looked down, tears brimming up in her dark eyes. But tears did not affect the Captain. With harsh words he commanded his men to bring the girl to the gallow, already prepared and waiting for it's victim. The drummer boy started to sound his drums, the sound gathering a crowd of people, curious to see who would hang this time.
The girl did not say a word as she was dragged up on the platform. There was a calm resignation in her eyes, as if she had already given up on life. She stood proudly as the rope were tightened around her neck, the noose prepared for her death. The Captain pulled out a scroll, starting to read up the crimes for which she had ended here.
"Wildfeather the Elf have been judged for numerous crimes. Over and over again has she managed to escape the law, but today our brave soldiers managed to capture her. She will pay for her sins - unless anyone in this crowd will take responsibility for her actions and teach her the errors of her ways."
The soldiers laughed among themselves as the Captain read these words, as if they were certain the girl was beyond help already. The girl stood on the platform, looking down at the crowd - all hope gone from her eyes.
The silence was broken by a group of soldiers running through the streets of Paris, shouting angrily, while shaking their spears, preparing to use them.
The target for their anger was a young, slender elf girl, meager from starvation and with bruises on all parts of the body that could be seen through the filthy rags she was wearing. Her dark hair was tousled and looked like it hadn't been washed in a while, and her beautiful dark eyes were filled with anxiety as she ran as fast as she could, trying to get away from the men.
Noticing the men closed in on her, she saw a last desperate hope of getting away by rushing towards the Cathedral of Notre Dame. But a starved little Dark Elf was no match for big, strong and well-trained soldiers.
"Stop her! Don't let the elf witch run away!" The soldiers roared to each other, not bothering to be discreet. After all, it was just an orphan they were going to arrest, not the Nobles this time. With a devilish grin one of the soldiers threw himself forwards to grab the elf girl. Only moments later, the silence was broken by horrible curse words from the soldier.
"@£$@£$€! She bites!!!" He groaned, clutching his arm, which was bleeding from a mark left behind by a set of very strong teeth.
"Then hit her, idiot! THEN grab her!" the others hissed and came to help him. The silence was again broken by the sound of a slap, and then a whimpering sound. It sounded like when someone kicked a helpless puppy, and when the crowd of soldiers finally climbed off the young girl, it also seeemed that way as they had bound her by tying a noose around her neck.
The child had a red mark on her cheek after the blow, and had tears in her big, dark eyes, but there was something spiteful in the way she stood and looked over at the men.
"You thought you could escape us, hmmmm?" the leader of the soldiers grinned. "You know what the Judge said. You have ONE last chance to change your ways of life, or you will end up in the gallows, like the criminal you are...."
The girl didn't respond, so one of the other soldiers took over, laughing while he spoke.
"Forget it, Captain. Nobody will adopt a girl like her, much less take responsibility for her actions. We might as well hang her right away."
The girl being tied and held firmly, could not escape the accusations towards her. She lowered her head and looked down, tears brimming up in her dark eyes. But tears did not affect the Captain. With harsh words he commanded his men to bring the girl to the gallow, already prepared and waiting for it's victim. The drummer boy started to sound his drums, the sound gathering a crowd of people, curious to see who would hang this time.
The girl did not say a word as she was dragged up on the platform. There was a calm resignation in her eyes, as if she had already given up on life. She stood proudly as the rope were tightened around her neck, the noose prepared for her death. The Captain pulled out a scroll, starting to read up the crimes for which she had ended here.
"Wildfeather the Elf have been judged for numerous crimes. Over and over again has she managed to escape the law, but today our brave soldiers managed to capture her. She will pay for her sins - unless anyone in this crowd will take responsibility for her actions and teach her the errors of her ways."
The soldiers laughed among themselves as the Captain read these words, as if they were certain the girl was beyond help already. The girl stood on the platform, looking down at the crowd - all hope gone from her eyes.