Challenge #136
Option #2, sorta. Cheiron (Chiron), Perseus.
Note: I'm sure there's a smoother way for this to transistion. I'm just not sure what it is yet. Also, if anyone knows a good Greek word for Fresco, I'd like to hear it.
Peeping Alice pt.8 - Interlude
Fianne watches down the darkened corridor, despite having to crane her neck around Vincent's muscular mass to do so. In her mind she can hear the soft whispers of the fallen warriors calling to her. They caress her thoughts, and bring the hair on her arms and neck to attention. She stifles a satiated sigh, as she breathes in the swirl of emotions. After a moment, when the corridor seems safe enough, Vincent grabs her arm, and half-drags her down the next hall. A dim candlelight glow drapes the rich carpets in a pale yellow light as they sneak by an open doorway. As they pass the room, the rush of emotions she can feel from inside is overwhelming; the heady mixture of lust and death.
Voices in that room are hushed as the people inside deal with the leftovers from earlier in the evening. Fianne can snatch pieces of the conversation if she concentrates hard enough to seperate them from the overwhelming aura of emotions in the air.
"...girl. They will catch up to them..."
"Dead...much longer and...fought well..." The conversations trail off as Vincent pulls her arm again, leading her futher down the hallway.
Her free hand traces along the wall as she moves closely behind him. She wishes that they had more time, and didn't need to move with so much stealth. The pictures on the wall demand loving attention to view them, not this hasty retreat so closeby without a proper viewing. She steals glimpes in the vague lighting of the majestic figures painted and carved on the wall; the wise Chiron, the triumphing Perseus both proudly displayed as part of the history of their people. Her people. More than they know, she thinks defiantly.
Fianne, we are almost there, stay alert, there are guards ahead.
She knows about the guards. She can almost smell their fear, and their readiness for battle. The shwoosh of the armour they wear gives away their position almost as quickly as the heaviness of their emotions. She prepares herself mentally, blocking out the emotions, and stifling her ability to draw them in from the air. Steadier, tougher, she stands at the ready as she and Vincent wait for the approaching guards. Within moments, the guards are within inches of Vincent's reach, and he springs at them from behind as they continue to pass by.
Fianne does not attack. Instead she waits, she watches and prepares for the inevitable. Despite their being two of them, Vincent is more powerful, and quicker to attack. She watches him, his motions so quick she cannot catch them all, and prepares to catch them. And when the first does fall back into her arms, gasping his last breaths she lays him down quietly against the stone floor. Seconds later, the other guard is lowered down by Vincent as Fianne kneels on the floor between the two.
In a hushed voice she tries to comfort them, and as they gasp their last breaths she whispers, "I pray you safely to the other side. And bless you from now until the Cycle ends".
Vincent waits alert at her side, watching the corridors for more passing guards. He nods his head in rushed obeisance for the two dead guards as Fianne finishes her blessing. Once finished, she rises to her feet and gently grabs Vincent's arm.
"Is it done?"
She nods. They have crossed.
"Good, we need to make haste out of here." Vincent double checks the nearby corridor and intersection for wandering guards before nodding his head at Fianne in an instruction to continue. He leads her through a few abandoned halls before reaching what she figures to be the buildings outside wall.
He gestures at a door mostly-concealed by a wall hanging. "Our exit. Follow closely."
He pushes aside the faded hanging and puts his weight against the door, as he opens it. It gives, resistantly and he steps out into a very dark night. Fianne reaching for the back of his shirt as not to lose him, and steps through after him.