Gah! >_< Sorry it took so long. I said soon because I was into writing and then suddenly couldn't write a thing! But here it is! I got inspired once more! I blame Kit

Sparrow is punished...

Chapter 31
-Only a Man-


  I awoke, to find myself chained down to the floor of a darkened room. My head was pounding and the Spire was pulsing beneath my weakened body. There was little to no light in the room and I could feel something sticky trickling down the side of my face.
  Just then, a blinding light pierced the darkness and hurt my eyes. I shut them tightly as heavy footsteps approached my huddled figure. Rough hands found my hair and pulled my face to their owner. The Commandant once more had me in his grip, now strangling my thin throat with his bare, bruised hands.

  It had been an entire month that I was kept in this personal hell. The throbbing of the Spire never ceased beneath the incisions in my feet, nor the breaks in my bones. Deep lacerations covered my back and most of my body was purple and blue. The only thing on me that remained untouched was my face. It still retained its natural, and aesthetically pleasing features.
  Everyday Lucien payed a visit in an attempt to “mold” me into the lady that I “should be”. His visits were short, usually ending abruptly when I decided to take another shot to his jaw. But, then again, I somehow felt extremely guilty each time he stumbled out, holding his bleeding face. The hurt set deep in his pallid face and fragile blue eyes. I reminded myself every day what he did to me, to my sister and all those forced to work in this dreadful Spire, if only to keep the stabbing guilt in the back of my mind.

  The Commandant lifted me from the frozen floor and nearly crushed my throat in his dish hands. Then, Lucien’s light foot steps, penetrated my ears. I could only gather what he was here for now. I assumed he had given up on trying to “fix” me.

  “Please, hold her gently. She will need that throat for her explanation.” Lucien commanded, and so it was done. The Commandant released his death grip on my larynx and gently let me down to the floor. I coughed at the suddenness of being able to breathe again and looked up at Lucien, now standing over my crippled body. I looked from his face, to his hand where he held a piece of parchment. After my coughing fit had ceased, Lucien threw the paper in front of me.

 “I am disappointed, Lionheart. If indeed that is your true name.” Lucien folded his arms behind his back and frowned heavily. I looked upon the scrap of paper, squinting to read the fine handwriting. Though, after my eyes adjusted, I realized it was more of an untidy scrawl and I let out a small gasp.

  “So, what is you true name? I’ve tried reading the writing, but it is a poor attempt at legibility. Most likely the scribbles of a lowly peasant. Read it for me, if you are able. And I shall know if you are lying.” Lucien put emphasis on this last word. From past experiences, I knew he could tell when I was fibbing. The Commandant made a move for me, but Lucien gave him a stern glare and he froze in place. I could feel the seething anger building within the Commandant. At the least, it was better than feeling his fist buried deep in my stomach.

  I bent low and picked up the piece of paper carefully. I had not yet set eyes upon Jeremy’s letter and felt that by reading it, I may reveal more than I bargained for. My mouth opened and only a hoarse whisper found it’s way past my lips. My throat was on fire from having no water for days, as well as screaming in agony day and night. I looked to both the men and found no pity in their eyes. So I continued, barely above a whisper.

  “Dear Sparrow-“ I was then cut short by Lucien, who looked at me with a raised brow.

“Sparrow?” Lucien questioned. I suddenly felt exposed, as if he remembered my name from all those years ago and now he would have his loyal Commandant slaughter me on the spot. But then he waved to for me to continue.

  “Y-yes...um...Dear Sparrow, things have been very boring here without you to hold me. The bar is not as lively and I find myself without a smile on my face. I hope that things are going well for you there. Perhaps you could write me a letter as well, so that I might not be so lonely? I miss you so terribly I want to cry. Please write back?” I ended with tears splashing onto the page. His words were so sweet and I could barely contain myself. I wanted to thrown myself at Lucien and wring his neck for making me leave my dear Jeremy.

“Sparrow. Is this your true name then?” Lucien asked me, folding his arms behind his back and standing menacingly above me. Words would not come. If I agreed, he would probably kill me right there.

  “My code name.” I blandly stated, “We have code names, so no one would know who it was for.”

  Lucien smiled and nodded, “Of course, so simple. Well, you’re free to go then.”
With that, he turned and whispered something to the Commandant. Fear flooded me. I knew I would not simply be “free to go”. Still, the Commandant lifted me to my aching feet and unshackled me. He then threw me over his shoulder and carried my limb, bruised body out of the torture room. My heart continued to flutter at the thought of what might be done to me now. Where was the Commandant taking me? I don’t remember this hallway...

  He took me through another door and I saw where I was. Lucien’s study. I had been here before in my dreams, but now it was real. What on earth was happening?!

  The Commandant threw me into the chair, with added force, and pointed to the pen and paper on the desk.
  “Write your return letter.” Was all he ordered. I sat there and gave him a blank stare. When I did nothing for a full minute, he held his hand up in warning. I quickly snatched the quill from the bottle and put it to the piece of parchment. And I wrote:

  “Dear Jeremy,
I have been doing well in the Spire. Please do not worry about me, I have friends in here that keep me safe. The food isn’t bad either, but I still wish I could share a meal with you. I miss you so much.
  Love,
  Sparrow”

I set the pen down and looked up at the Commandant. He grabbed the paper and looked it over before ripping it up. I opened my mouth to argue, but knew better.

  “This has no feeling in it. Try again. Write more. And what happened to code names?” He inquired.

  “Well, I forgot okay? I’m a little intimidated right now!” I shouted as best I could with a raspy voice. The Commandant put his face in mine and grabbed me by the shoulders.

“. Now write!” He yelled back. More hot tears fell from my bloodshot eyes as I picked up the pen and dabbed it into the ink bottle. I pulled out another sheet of paper and wrote again:

  “Dear LoneWolf,
Things are horrible here! I want to leave it so very badly! I miss you and love you so much. If only I were allowed one day outside this wretched place. I would run into your arms right now if I could and sleep for an eternity. It would be just you and I forever and ever. No one could touch us!
 The Commandant here beats me brutally-“

I paused here to glare up at the towering man before returning to my letter.

“-He is a horrible man, if you could even call him a man. He is the worst sort of coward imaginable, beating everyone in this Spire, killing at will. Or rather, Lucien’s will. I met him. Lucien, I mean. He’s cold-hearted and empty inside. I don’t even know if there is any sort of real emotion left in him.

  I hope everything is well for you there. And if you see our Big Friend, please tell her I said hello and send her wishes. And give the four-legged one my love as well.
  Yours forever,
  Sparrow”

I threw the pen back into the bottle, tears beading my face. The Commandant picked up the paper and looked it over. I watched his face as he read over my work. When he had begun he chuckled to himself, but the further he got, I noticed something odd. He furrowed his brow and shook his head. He huffed and threw the paper at me, now shaking a bit. Little wisps of blue pulsed off of him.

  “Fold it, keep it safe. Give it to whomever it is that gave you the first letter.” He instructed.

“Why-“ I began to ask.

  “Just do as you are told!” He bellowed at me, gripping the arms of the chair in anger. I coughed and began to weep again, folding the letter I wrote so hatefully. The Commandant didn’t move away from me, but continued to glare at me. I couldn’t quite make out the emotion on his face. It was severe anger, but mixed with a trace of sorrow. I lowered my arms and set the letter on the desk carefully. My entire body was shaking in terror as I reached out to him. I don’t know what took hold of my mind, but it had to be insane. My soft warm hands met the cloth covering the Commandant’s mouth. He didn’t move, but continued to stare into my eyes. I slowly pulled the red cloth from his face and looked at the heat pouring forth from his glowing blue mouth. I glanced up at his burning red eyes as they were still glaring into mine. My bottom lip quivered as I touched his face. It felt scaled and dry. The heat coming from his mouth was intense, almost enough to scald me.

  “Why?” I whispered with a saddened expression. The Commandant broke his gaze and shut his eyes tightly, his nose scrunched and teeth bared. He was in pain. I began to cry. Uncontrollably, I wept and the Commandant looked upon my shuddering figure. With his body so near, I fell into him and continued to bawl. I felt his muscles tense as a reflex of me suddenly in his arms. They stayed tense as I cried into his blood stained coat. I didn’t care whom I cried into, as long as I could cry. I couldn’t take it anymore.
  Soon, I felt the Commandant relax and my sobbing was lessened. He didn’t lay a hand on my back or tell me it would be alright, but I didn’t need it from him and I didn’t care. As soon as I was able to stop, I wiped the tears from my eyes and sat upright. I let out a few more shuddered breaths and felt that knot in my throat dissipate. The Commandant lifted his hands to my shoulders and I felt his gloved hands grip tightly. I gulped down the remainder of my tears and looked up into his eyes.

  “You’re only a man.” I told him before taking the letter up again. He suddenly grabbed my wrists and pulled me from the chair, throwing me to the ground. He pinned me down and held my wrists to the point of cutting off circulation.

  “I am NOT...” He hissed dangerously close to my face. I flinched as the searing heat from his breath washed over my face. I felt his fury scorch across my face as he leaned in closer. The door burst open and Lucien briskly walked in. The Commandant released me and flew to his master’s side.

  “What are you doing? I told you to make her write a letter!” Lucien scolded.
“I did, my Lord. It is written.” The Commandant quickly replied.

“. Get it where it needs to be.” Lucien ordered and the Commandant rose to his feet. He stomped over to me and whipped me over his shoulders again. I just grunted my displeasure and let him haul me away. But as I faced Lucien I flicked him off, leaving his face, and his mood, sour.

  I was taken back to my room and allowed to change into my own clothing. The Commandant watched me like a hawk the entire time. My friends, Stephen and Hayden, were on edge with the presence of the Commandant in the room. Once I had finished changing, he walked me down to the harbor where I saw a very familiar ship docked.
  “Get on that ship and help them unload.” He ordered, shoving me forward. I grumbled and winced at the pain. But I continued on towards the ship wondering just what he was up to. Lucien set him up to something...Could they be trying to find whoever gave me the letter? If so, that meant Danny was in danger. I couldn’t let him be caught.

  I carefully made my way onto the ship, limping a bit on a badly bruised leg. I saw crates being carried off by huge guards just like last time. I stumbled down the steps into the cargo area and looked around.
  “Danny?” I whispered. I saw a small figure move from behind the crates.
“I thought you’d never show, Sparrow!” Danny grinned wide and ran out to hug me. Before I let him, I grabbed his shoulders and he looked at me with a frown.

“Danny, look at me.” I told him, showing him what skin I could in the dim light.

  “Sparrow, what did they do to you?” The boy began to get tears in his eyes as he saw my purple flesh.

“Danny, you have to listen to me now. They found the letter you gave me.” I pulled out my own letter that I had written.

“What? How? What’s going on, Sparrow? Who did this to you?” Danny was beginning to cry, but I hushed him.

  “Take this, but I need you to tell Jeremy NOT to send me any more letters. I love him, but if he is discovered, they might kill him or use him to get to Hammer. Do you understand me?” I now had my own tears falling.
  Danny took the letter and tucked it away. He then pulled out two letters and handed them to me.

“I can’t take these with me, Danny. They might find them again. I have a feeling that the Commandant may be up to something and I can’t let him find you.” I held his shaking hands.

  “I’m scared, Sparrow.” Danny whimpered.

“I’ll be alright, Daniel. You have to tell Hammer to be on the look out for Lucien’s men. And tell Jeremy to be safe alright? No more letters. I can’t risk it...” My lips quivered with the thought of losing contact with my friends, though I knew it was best.

  Danny wiped his nose on his sleeve,” Will you at least read them before you go?”

I couldn’t say no to that sad face, so I took the letters and read:

“Dear Sparrow,
 I hope you have a letter for me next time. It is still slow business here, not many people are buying. But my brother has been able to sell loads of weapons and is getting new customers lately. I think they may be guards from the Spire-“

My heart sunk at these words. They were that close already?

“-They certainly had dark uniforms and arrived on a huge ship. I don’t know why I keep expecting to see you around here with them. I guess it’s just wishful thinking huh? I see Hammer around sometimes. She came to pester me about news of you, but she left disappointed. I did help her write a letter though. I hope you are doing well always, my love.

Still missing you terribly,
Jeremy”

My tears splashed the page and I quickly handed it back to Danny. Then I read the next one, it was Hammer’s:

“Hey there you!
  You keeping things in line over there? Killed Ol’-whats-his-name yet so you can get back here and be my drinking buddy? Jeremy said it wouldn’t be wise to write the name down since this letter could get intercepted, but I didn’t write your name like he did. Anyways, I’m keeping things in check around here. Kicking some bad guys around, killing balverines and keeping an eye out for your fiancé. He misses you something awful too. He’s at the bar every night since you left. His brother is no help at all. Says you’ve left forever. I gave him a broken nose. Well, I’m still waiting for you to get back with Sparky, as I call him. Can’t be too careful with names. Oh and Courage says hello!
See you soon I hope,
Warrior Monk”

I actually laughed at this letter. Her crude handwriting matched her words perfectly and I couldn’t help but laugh as I handed it back to Danny.

“I’ve got to get back now, alright? Unload cargo and all that stuff...” I pat him on the back and hugged him tightly.

  “Can I keep coming? Is it safe?” Danny asked me.

“As long as you feel safe, you can keep coming. I don’t want anyone to die on my account. I’ve already got enough blood on my hands.” I answered, lifting a crate with some difficulty.

“Stay hidden here. I have a feeling the Commandant may be-“ I felt a heavy hand hit my shoulder.

“The Commandant may be what?” A gruff voice hit my ears and my heart plummeted.
I set down the crate and turned to face the Commandant staring straight at me and Danny. We were caught.

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My closest friends are in my head!

Great. I love this addition.

Thanks for the addition! I love scenes between Sparrow and the Commadant. Hope you're inspired to write more.

Some thoughts: I love the Commadant, he's a little complex. I think there is more to him than meets the eyes. He basically let Sparrow skim through and get in. Yet I don't think he told Lucien she has Will powers or she probably would have just been taken directly to him when she got there. He wants Sparrow for one reason or another, either he is attracted to her, or perhaps he is thinking of using her to free himself from Lucien's power and the Spire. (or both) I can't wait to see what else you have instore for Sparrow and the Commadant!!!!

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ReaversSparrow:

I blame Kit

Gah! People blame me for everything! But they never tell me what it is! XD

chapter. Keep it up!

Though...I can always ask about your progress...

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Well whatever you did Kit do it again! I can't wait for the next chapter. I thought about not checking for a couple weeks hoping that when I come back I would have a couple chapters to read. But I love the story and check everyday

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New chapter, new chapter! Anyways, I made a new chapter before shipping off for Colorado this weekend for 4th of July festivities! Should be fun.

Sparrow and Garth make a plan, and the Commandant is confused...

Chapter 32
-So Close, Yet So Far-


  “Well, I’m waiting for an answer.” The Commandant stared me down, but all I could do was stand there with my mouth open. Before I could bring myself to say anything, he snatched up Danny and held him only by the collar.
  “No!” I screamed, running to him. “Put him down, he is just a child!”
The Commandant shoved me aside and began walking out of the ship, holding Danny up high.

“Sparrow! H-help!” He pleaded as I pulled myself out of a wreckage of crates. I stumbled forward, running after the Commandant and Danny.

  “Stop! He’s just a harmless stowaway! He’s just a boy!” I yelled after them both. As I appeared on deck I heard shouting and laughing and saw the unthinkable. The Commandant had Danny dangling over the edge of a large drop off.

  “NO!” I screamed, terror plaguing my mind. “Don’t you let him go!” I bellowed, glaring into the fiery eyes of the Commandant. He lowered Danny down, looking into my eyes, loving having all the power. He played like he had let go, making Danny shout and cry.

  “Don’t think that you can get away with anyth-“ But the Commandant stopped speaking as I pulled a sword from another guard’s belt and put it to my throat.

“If you drop him, I’ll slit my own throat and then what will Ol’ Lu do to you, I wonder?” I glared back at him. His eyes widened and his grip tightened on Danny’s collar. I could almost feel the hate pierce through me at that moment. The Commandant threw Danny to the ground and gave him a kick, making the poor boy whimper. But he quickly stood up and ran to my side.
  “Sparrow...” He whispered gently, clinging to me for dear life. I held him as the fury that was the Commandant strode right up to me, shoving other guards out of the way and knocked the sword from my hand. Before I had a chance to protest, he took a slug to my stomach, making me double over in pain and unable to breathe.

  “You sure do enjoy pain, don’t you Sparrow?” He teased with a smile. I wheezed and bared my teeth in protest.
  Danny still hugged me as I caught my breath. The Commandant shook his head and walked away. I was stunned that he just suddenly left. I looked to Danny who just shook his head to show that he was just as confused. Together we both made our way back onto the ship and down into the cargo room.

  “Sparrow, Hammer wanted me to give you something else. I can’t keep it, you have to take it. She said that it is important to read.” Danny disappeared behind some boxes and fumbled around for a bit, finally bringing me a large book. I recognized it instantly and I gasped.

  “Lucien’s diary?! Why the hell would she send that back here?!” I snatched it away from him instantly and tucked it into my coat. I grumbled under breath at Hammer’s disregard for secrecy.

“Is she trying to get us all killed?” I huffed. Danny shook his head and gave me puppy eyes. I sighed and rolled my eyes. “I’m sorry, Danny. Please...just...be careful alright?”

  I filed off the ship, looking around for any signs of the Commandant. Once I saw no sign of him, I ran like mad towards my quarters. I knew my body was still bruised and ached terribly, but I needed to find out what was so important that Hammer had to send the diary with Danny.
  I cleared a few (hundred) stairs headed towards my room and someone else’s thoughts suddenly converged with my own.

“Sparrow. I need to speak with you if you can hear me.” Garth called out. I was near enough to him, so I quickly changed routes and found myself once more in front of Garth. He stood at the sight of me.
  “Sparrow, where have you been? I’ve been calling for ages.” There was deep concern in his voice and I could understand why.

“I’m so sorry, Garth I...” I stopped to look around, but Garth shook his head.

“There is no one around. But we must hurry. The Guards are changing shifts and we have exactly 4 minutes and 36 seconds to speak before another comes.” He explained. I ran to the cell and sat down. He sat with me.

  “Garth, I am truly sorry...after that last incident...I was beaten for a month. You’ll notice I’ve regrown some hair.” I showed him, but he did not care.

“Beaten? For guarding me?” His jaw was open and he had a look of pity.

  “No. I just have a wicked tongue...and a right hook.” I smirked a bit to myself, thinking of how Lucien looked when I had hit him.

“You HIT him? Er...never mind, Sparrow we need a plan and soon. The longer you are in here, the greater the risk for both of us. But more the risk for you. All these beatings will begin to take their toll, all the shocks you receive from that collar there...You need to be careful. Men lose who they are in this place. No one is the same...not for very long. I see a lot for being trapped in one cell. Men forget everyone and everything from life outside these walls. You’re friends have stopped their frivolous laughter and their ability to show compassion for another human being. Lucien is getting a hold on their minds and he will get yours too.”

  “But what hope can we possibly have? I see no way to kill the Commandant with this collar on me! I don’t want to lose myself, Garth!” Tears began welling in my eyes.

“Please, stay calm. You are stronger than that. You have lasted longer than your piers. We just need a solid plan. Can you think of anything at all that might be able to break the collar?” Garth asked.

  “A tug?” I shrugged, not being able to come up with a proper solution.

Garth gave me a look and I just sighed. “Well, how about a shock then? Teach it a lesson...” I started grumbling at my own incompetence, but just then Garth’s face lit up.

  “Sparrow, that may be the answer.” He got a thinking face and looked into the bottom left corner of his cell. My eyes widened and I just sat there waiting for him to say something.

  “Do you think there could be a way for you to sneak aboard one of the cargo ships?” Garth asked after a long pause.

“What?! You want me to go BACK?!” I stood up and yelled down him.

“ KEEP quiet Sparrow, for ness sake! I was merely suggesting you go back to my tower and smuggle some of my Will potions back.” Garth was now on his feet and glaring down at me. “I know what is at stake here, even if you don’t. I have been in here far longer and am looking forward to bringing the Commandant a very painful death.”

We stood there glaring at one another for a minute and then it sunk in what he had told me.
  “Wait. You need someone to go and get your Will potions? Why?” I asked.

“Because they are the only things that can help me retain my Will powers in this place. If I were able to access them, I could get both our collars off and be rid of that tyrant in an instant.” Garth explained. This time it was my face that lit up.

  “Danny! Danny comes back and forth! He could go get them for you, bring them here and then we’ll be free!!!” I was nearly jumping up and down in excitement when suddenly a guard came out of nowhere and looked at me strangely. I stopped like a deer in the headlights.

  “Uhh...you heard nothing!” I said, turning on the spot and disappeared. I could still hear Garth’s thoughts in my head.

  “Next chance you get, tell Danny to go to my tower, but be careful. Lucien’s men may be there watching. They may have even confiscated all of my potions.”

I agreed and assured him that I would. If only I had talked to Garth sooner, I could have told Danny....

  I found my way back to my room, my mind buzzing with ideas at this point. I saw my friends sitting around, some sleeping. None of them seemed to recognize or care that I had returned. I payed no mind, but found my bed. I was about to flop down, exhausted and ready for a long sleep, when suddenly-I noticed someone was already in my bed! I stumbled back, whipped around to make certain this was indeed the room I was staying in, and it was. Yet still there lay a man, snoozing away in MY bed!

  “Excuse me.” I poked the sleeping man. He woke with a snort and squinted up at me.

“Waddaya want?” He grumbled, half awake.

  “You are sleeping in my bed.” I told him angrily.

“Actually, Sparrow, he is not.” I heard the Commandant’s voice and instantly felt sick to my stomach. I cringed and turned around, looking to the doorway. He stood there, his handkerchief down and he was smiling. I knew that if the Commandant was smiling, that I would soon be hurting.
  “Your chamber awaits, my lady.” He spoke with a low laugh. I frowned and stayed rooted to the spot. The Commandant shook his head. Whatever my “chamber” was, he seemed all too anxious to get me there. When I didn’t move, he stomped over and swept me up.

  “What?!” I screamed at him.

“Not so loud. Others are sleeping and it is not like a lady to shout.” He seemed all too nice for his (and my) own . Whatever was going on I was sure I was going to die.

  “Tell me what is going on NOW!” I demanded as soon as we cleared the room. Being coddled so tenderly by the Commandant was making me extremely nervous and ready to leap off the nearest ledge.

  “My Lord has requested your presence and I will make it so.” He answered coldly. I could hear the hate in his voice, could tell that this action was bringing him ultimate displeasure. He had to bring me to Lucien and this was making him angry beyond all reason? What was it that caused him to feel such a way? What did he care if Lucien wanted to meet with me? The questions burned inside me until...

  “What is your problem?!” I shouted in his face. The Commandant nearly dropped me as he came to a sudden halt.

 “MY problem? I have no problem!” He yelled back, continuing on his way.

“You DO have a problem! Every time Lucien has anything to do with me, you become angry and ready to thrash me. Why is that?” I asked, not ready to give up anytime soon. The Commandant did not respond, only stayed silent and continued on his course.
  When at last we arrived, the Commandant set me down gently. The door slid open of its own accord and we both walked through.

  “This isn’t Lucien’s room.” I said, now very suspicious.
“I know...it’s mine.” The Commandant revealed. I gasped and turned to him. I don’t know what I expected, but he just strode past me towards a large dresser. He pulled open one of the drawers and pulled a few things from it, tossing them to me.

“My Lord will be here shortly. For now, you must change into those clothes. He requests it.” He told me. I took one look at the dress he had thrown towards me and threw it on the ground.

  “No. No way.” I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach that I couldn’t shake.

“You will do as instructed. We do not have any time to argue. If you do not comply, I won’t hurt you. I’ll dress you.” He narrowed his eyes. That got my attention, but just as I started to pull the coat off of me, I remembered that I had Lucien’s diary stowed away in there! If either of them found it, I was dead.
  “Uh...you wouldn’t happen to have a separate room to change in, would you?” I asked nervously.
The Commandant shook his head and just stood there looking at me. My face went a deep red and I turned away. I would just have to be sneaky about it. But...what if he took my clothes after I was finished with them?! I can’t hide them with my discarded clothes. There had to be another place to hide it...
  I stripped down, making certain that the Commandant couldn’t see the book and I tucked it into my old clothes, while fumbling with this new garment. It felt smooth against my skin and light as air. I pulled it on and felt suddenly more relaxed. Perhaps it was the feeling of wearing something decent or maybe the fact that the Commandant wasn’t berating me. I turned around to face him and screamed when I saw he was standing directly behind me.

  “Excuse you! There is a thing called personal space!” I yelled, not too sure of myself. The Commandant refused to back off. He came closer to me and I backed up against the wall. I knew the book was still in the clothes on the floor and was trying to find a way to hide it. But right now all I could think about was why the Commandant had a sudden interest in being two inches from my face.
  “What does he see in you?” The Commandant asked, trying to wrap his mind around something. I could only assume that “something” was me. Slowly his bare hands met my face and I held my breath.
  “Why did he leave your face untouched....?” He asked more to himself than anyone else. I could feel his nails on my flesh, feel the heat of his hand on my cheek. His hands trailed down and stopped at my throat. I was shaking as his grip tightened and his eyes narrowed.

“Is hate all you know?” I asked quietly. He looked directly into my eyes and for a moment I glimpsed something very sad. His brow turned upward and his eyes brimmed with what looked like tears, but it glowed blue, the same as his mouth. I stared in awe of this strange beauty, finding my own tears at this moment. The Commandant released my throat and turned away quickly, running from my sight. I was left alone in the room, feeling stunned and confused. He was only a man...

  It was just then I remembered the diary tucked away in my old clothes. I looked to the floor and saw my uniform. I quickly threw everything around until the diary plopped out onto the cold floor. I grabbed it and looked around for anywhere to hide it. Where ever I ended up stashing the diary, it had to be where no one would normally look. Definitely not in the dresser, or any of drawers of the night stands...Perhaps under the bed? Too easily found...There weren’t many places to stash stuff in the Commandant’s room as he didn’t have many things. Not knowing when he would come back, or if Lucien himself would step through the door any second was nerve racking. There was no choice, no where else to stash it for safe keeping. I had to find a way to hide it on me somewhere! I heard the Commandant’s boots treading back into the room. No time, no time! I did the only thing I could do and returned the diary to the lump on the floor, crying on the inside.

  “Forgot to give you this.” Was all the Commandant told me as he threw me a mess of black hair.

“A wig?” I raised an eyebrow at him.

  “Put it on. My Lord is coming now.” He ordered and I did as instructed. I tossed on the wig and got it situated just as Lucien strode into the room with his nose in the air and his chest out.

“Ah. evening, Sparrow. Yes. I know your true name. My faithful Commandant has filled me on a few secrets you have been hiding. I wish to speak with you about them.” Lucien waved his hand towards me and the Commandant stomped over, grabbing up my clothes and running out of the room with them. I swallowed hard thinking of possibly being discovered by this simple mistake. Damn you Hammer! You’ve doomed us all!

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Great addition as always!! Enjoy Colorado, hope you are inspired when you return and send us another chapter. I just can't wait to see more, love stuff between the Commandant and Sparrow!

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Just something I found hilarious One of the people I am watching on Deviant Art made this: http://esuerc.deviantart.com/art/The-Commandant-s-in-Love-128554561
It makes me think of the comments XD

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For the love of god don't do that.... PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!

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1 year on the forums and counting! Get it? Counting? Oh never mind...

Commandant and sparrow? hmmm a interesting thought. Keep writing! i love your work.

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If I fall will you promise to catch me?
If I cry will you promise to hold me?
If I love you will you promise to never break my heart?

you are soo at writing these storys

are u gonna put up a new chapter soon?

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XD Heh heh
I'll try to get the next chapter up as soon as I can, but at the present time I have two deadlines for writing contests that I must meet. One of them is absolutely necessary! So, I'll see what I can do.

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Faerie_child:

Commandant and sparrow? hmmm a interesting thought. Keep writing! i love your work.

After the last chapter I'm really thinking the Commandant has a thing for her, I think it would be an interesting twist. Nothing says that this story has to stick strickly to the major accounts of the story, the Commandant doesn't have to to die it a duel at the Spire....guess we will have to wait for the next chapter.

* sets down and patiently watches the screen for updates

 

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ReaversSparrow:

Just something I found hilarious One of the people I am watching on Deviant Art made this: http://esuerc.deviantart.com/art/The-Commandant-s-in-Love-128554561
It makes me think of the comments XD

That was cool

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 I started wondering about the story like a day after I read the last chapter. Wonder if the Commadant is so frustrated with Sparrow and his feelings and how Lucien seems interested in her that he told Lucien about her Will powers???? Can't wait till next chapter!!!!!!!!!!!!

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What's going to happen? I love this version. I was at the end of my seat reading it. The tension keeps building up. Excellent work.

Yeah, I check everyday I can to see if there is a new chapter. I'm thinking about going back to the beginning and re-reading until the next chapter comes out.

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alexisrose:

Yeah, I check everyday I can to see if there is a new chapter. I'm thinking about going back to the beginning and re-reading until the next chapter comes out.

yea i do that aswell

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me also. I think out of everyone who wrote a story, this story is the best so far.

starz1984:

me also. I think out of everyone who wrote a story, this story is the best so far.

Agreed!! There have been a few others I really enjoyed reading. But this is my favorite by far!!!!!!!

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starz1984:

me also. I think out of everyone who wrote a story, this story is the best so far.

Have you read any other stories on this forum? Cause you've only been a member for a day....

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Yes I have. I've been reading like crazy since I started playing the game again. I wanted to post something and I then i signed up.

Lol does it really matter how long you've been a member? I always get annoyed with people who seem to hold prejudice on newbies.

I was only noting the fact that she had only been a member for a day, so it was unlikely that she had read many works on this forum. Obviously I was mistaken....

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1 year on the forums and counting! Get it? Counting? Oh never mind...

Still waiting for another exciting update!

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