Next entry tomorrow. Hopefully large then the last one.

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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?

The next entry maybe delayed as I have a lot of work to do. But it will be up today, just probaly later on then I imagined.

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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?

Sprinkled with a touch of salt and the lingering feeling of regret, light strokes of burden and abandon they clung to Raven. Heavy with guilt and hollowed hearted, each step dragged her further and further away. Towards the future? Towards the truth? Towards some form of renewal? No! Towards the slums, the place she had been born into. Thrust into the dank world of misery and sadness.

It fell, rain drops from the sky. Down from the lofty heavens, it descended to the earthy realm below. With pattering heartbeats as soft as flittering snowflakes, she felt the baby roll and kick. Down fell the rain down towards the swelling darkness below. A world of torture and pain, of heartbreak and heartache, of sadness and sorrow, of anger and unjust. Lifted from the heavens and thrust down among the heathens.

She blinked as the rain sprinkled on her face, licking her lips she tasted the salt tears that lingered on her face. Sweeping her hair back from her face, she stood from the wet ground and shook the mud from her clothes. She stood and laughed, it rolled off her tongue and down her face.

No reason dotted her mind and she didn’t understand why but she ran. Her feet dusted the pavement as she ran. Faster. Further. Far away from the street. From Emily’s house. From Emily. She laughed as she ran; it was crazy, bubbly and incessantly insane. Bubbling up her throat and pooling out her mouth, past her lips and dribbling down her in an attempt to escape and float off into the air.

Down the alley she ran, up the street and away from the path. It led her to a rundown pub that sat on the end of the corner; it was filled with joyous music that spilt out onto the street. People passing by stopped and entered the pub, joining in the gaiety of the event. Raven stood at the doorway still laughing as tears ran down her cheeks and spilled onto her dress. Michael swept pass her and led a bushy haired woman onto the floor to dance with a very merry Mr White.

Raven stopped and stood still watching Michael swirl past without glancing in her direction. She stifled a laugh and drew into the crowd, slipping between people until she came to a dim lit spot behind the bar which was occupied by a surprised Rose.

"Mummy!" she cried leaping to her feet, she ran forward and jumped into Raven’s embrace. She looked up in surprise at Raven’s tears of laughter, "What’s wrong mummy?" she asked unsure of what to make of Raven’s laughter. A sound came from the dance floor and all turned to see the bushy haired woman slap Michael across the face, sending him sprawling onto the floor.

He stood to his feet as tears began to run down his face, they made an odd companion to his great smile that sat on his lips. He blinked in surprise and raised a hand to his cheeks, touching the now streaming trails of tears that led down his cheeks. He looked around in surprise and froze at spotting Raven in the crowd.

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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?

Just managed to catch up with all your posts, and I'm loving all the revelations!

keep up the work!

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

Thanks

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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?

Turning on his heel, he ran from the room and slipped out through the back entrance. Raven stood froze herself, moving only when Rose tugged at her hand. She followed after her, chasing Michael out the door. Standing in an empty alleyway; that led into a dead end she stopped and faced him. "Why is it I suddenly burst into tears for no reason and you happen to be in the room?" he cried as more and more tears made fresh trails down his cheeks. "Your blaming me?" she cried stepping towards him, "How is it my fault? How do I know you didn’t do this to me?" she screamed pointing at her face.

He stared at her confused and stepped back suddenly as Raven randomly burst into maniacal laughter. He laughed coldly and stepped towards her, she moved back and he swept past to touch Rose lightly on the head. Rose smiled at him warmly and Raven continued to laugh behind her hand. She stopped and froze looking towards the middle part of town, where the prison lay.

"Garth" she whispered striding away from Rose and Michael. "What did you say?" asked Michael running after her, with Rose following along behind them. Raven shook her head and continued moving, stopping only so Rose could catch up. Her strides burned a path through the streets leading them fast towards the prison, standing at the edge of Lower Bowerstone and the gates of Upper Bowerstone she stopped and looked towards the prison sitting footsteps away.

As she drew nearer to the prison, waves of sorrow laced the air and she fell to the ground clutching her stomach as the need to purge the pain raced up and down her spine. She screamed out in agony, wrestling with the aches that sprung through her bones and streamed in her veins. She writhed on the ground, collapsing in a ball as it eased to a stop, slowly standing to her feet she rushed over to Rose still lying on the ground beside a stunned Michael.

He groaned and rose to his feet, stretching out the kinks, "What was that?" he asked with worried eyes still clouded with drink. "That hurt, mummy" cried Rose running to Raven’s side, she gathered the little girl in her arms and held her close, still afraid to lose her again after only just finding her. "Shhhhh" hushed Raven stroking Rose’s hair; she eased her in to the crook of her arm carrying her, the last few steps to the door of the prison. It loomed massively above them, no houses stood surrounding it and alone on the man made island away from the town, it stood.

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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?

(I've extended this entry by two paragraphs at the end)

"Why are you doing this to me?" cried Emily stepping away from Shadowwalker. He approached her slowly; watching through cold eyes as she again stepped away from him. She stood on the edge of the wall, hanging by a thread over the turbulent waters below. She turned and looked down at the choppy waves forming and crashing at the jagged rocks, she let out a cry and stepped forward bumping into Shadowwalker’s chest.

He looked down at her scared eyes and smiled cruelly. "Well? Do we have a deal? "He asked bending down to stare into her eyes. She shivered and rubbed her arms, he stepped forward and she cried out in alarm, grabbing at him in desperation. "Yes! Yes! I’ll do it" she cried sobbing as Shadowwalker stepped back and her feet met solid ground.

She dropped her hands from Shadowwalker as if burnt and collapsed to the ground, weeping into her hands. "Please forgive me Raven" she moaned rocking back and forth, Shadowwalker sneered and grabbed her by the collar pulling her to her feet to her cries of shock. She stepped back away from the edge and him as he settled her steadily in front of him, he held out a hand and she placed her palm up within his grasp.

Watching him warily she yelped in pain as he dug his dagger into her palm, etching a symbol she could not read. He bent close and whisper several words, breathing softly over the freshly made rune now tattooed into Emily’s skin. It glowed red in the light before fading into a scar that tingled lightly as she snatched her hand back and poked the mark.

She shivered and stepped away from Shadowwalker with an angry glare, turning away from him she slipped into the crowds mingling around the marketplace. He blinked and smiled softly, she could run but she could not hide, that rune he had carved into her hand was not only a means of securing she kept her part of the deal but also a tracking device. He smiled wickedly and soon he too disappeared into the grounds, away from watchful eyes that glowed in the soft light.

Shadows that gathered and smothered, stalked the alleys. Drifting winds drew dust ds in the darkness. Silence brought nightfall on its tail coats, shifting in for a long cold night. He clung to the edges and whispered soft breaths into the still night air. Standing on the edge of past and present. Future and failure. Fiction and fantasy. His eyes watched and observed all, limber movements towards the town centre.

Blink. Drip. Drop. Plip. Plop. Rain began to fall on the sleepy town of Bowerstone. All asleep and wrapped up in their beds. None to wake and find that something had crawled up from the below. Something of nightmares so dark and twisted, light itself escaped its grasp. It’s breathed in musty breaths that bled down the alleyways and unsuspecting guardsmen became its latest meal. Opening its milky white eyes and a pooling red tongue dribbled from its mouth with blood slowly pouring onto the stones at its feet. A Morogon had slithered up from the sewers; the sweet smell of will had attracted its attention and it would not leave till it swallowed the user whole.

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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?

Chapter 5, will be up tomorrow.

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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?

Keep up the writing. These are actually interesting.

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Thank you. As I said before chapter five will be up today. I'll post it in a couple of minutes.

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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?

Chapter five. Be careful what you wish for.

Breathe! Breathe! Breathe! YOU MUST BREATHE! His mind screamed, struggling against the drugged state that shrouded it. He tried to breathe, sucking in his cheeks and gulping, spluttering and hacking as water pooled into his mouth and slipped down his throat. Garth shook his head and screamed in the pail of water, his head was dunked in. His eyes bulged and he gasped thankfully at the air as the guards heaved his head out of the water.

Thallous stepped forward and smiled cruelly at Garth lying in a puddle of water on the floor of the cell. "Well Mr Garth, will you answer my question?" he said with a sly smile as Garth raised his head wearily and glared at him. CRACK! A guard snapped a baton against Garth’s head as Thallous wiped Garth’s spittle from his lapel where it had landed. "I’ll take that as a no, which is a pity considering your visitor, seemed to be looking so forward to seeing you" said Thallous turning to walk away.

"Wait" croaked Garth raising his head slowly, Thallous pretended not to hear him and kept on walking. "Wait! Please wait!" he begged crawling forward to grasp the bars between his bleeding hands. "Please! I’ll tell you what you want to know. Just don’t hurt her" he whispered as a tear slipped down his wet face. Thallous turned and stalked back to the cell, watching Garth weep quietly.

"Excellent" Thallous cried clapping his hand together, "Mr White! Mr Black! Please lead our new associate Mr Garth to a room, to be cleaned up before he greets his visitor" he said turning away to walk back up the corridor. Mr White and Mr Black stepped out from the shadows and opened the cell door; lifting Garth under the arms they dragged him out of the cell and up the stairs.

Freshly dressed and his wounds bandaged, Garth looked like a new man but felt like dirt. Twice in one day, he had betrayed his friend and his conscience seemed to scream at him, though that didn’t hurt as much as the silence he was receiving from his heart. The heavy feeling in his chest grew as he stepped into the room and saw Emily standing at the end of a long table. He sat at the other end and watched her with empty eyes, he had done this for her but she would never understand.

Emily rushed forward to hug Garth, but was held back by Mr White and Mr Black. Garth slowly rose from the chair and turned to walk out of the room, through a door behind the table. Emily stretched out a hand towards Garth and called out his name, but he didn’t turn and soon the door shut, stealing him from view. She dropped to the ground as Mr White and Mr Black stepped away and followed Garth through the door.

She shook her head confused, why had Garth left? None of it made any sense; she thought shaking her head as the tears fell. She raised her hand to her eyes and stared at the rune on her palm as it stung, she had done this for them and he left? Just walked away. No hello. No I’m sorry I tried to betray you. Just walked away, she thought sobbing harder as the door behind her opened.

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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?

Next entry tuesday the 18th after my exams. Sorry but they kinda decide the rest of my life.

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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?

Approach at your own risk, the door seemed to say to Raven with unblinking eyes and a snarling mouth lined with sharpened fangs that glinted in the moonlight. Such a night was ominous without the added effect of murderous looking doors. It was a laughable thought, she mused chuckling nervously as she raised a hesitate hand towards the knocker upon the door. Shaped to the sign of the d she wondered if it wasn’t a warning of some kind, she shook her head and cursed her self for thinking of such things.

Her senses were already on edge without the added help of such superstitious thoughts. Michael’s warm hand placed itself on her shoulder and she drew comfort from him, knowing that when the night ended and the new day dawned all would resume to normal, what ever normal was, she thought wiping a stray tear away from his eye. He blinked and smiled at her, his eyes still twinkling with drink and she smiled back hopelessly drawn to him, even thought he burnt her.

His scorn hurt more than Caron’s betrayal, it was such a mixed feeling of guilt at hurting him and still growing love for him, that dwelt in her heart and her head ached simply thinking of it. She smiled and squeezed Rose’s hand in her grasp, looking down onto her daughter’s golden locks and smiling lovingly at the wonder she had created. Rose sensed her mother’s gaze and raised her head to meet it with one of her own, that was equally filled with love.

A cough interrupted them and they stopped to turn to Michael as he pointed over towards the east most tower and the plume of smoke that drifted from its chimneys. "I think that may be our destination, don’t you?" he asked blinking in the bright light that now shone from the door. A guard dressed in uniform escorted a woman in a long coat out the door and down the path to the pier and awaiting boat.

The three froze and watched the strange procession of guard, woman and a dark skinned man that followed in their footsteps. Raven let out a single cry at the sight of the woman, as she stepped into the torch light, it was Emily! She realised, wondering what her friend was doing at the prison in the middle of the night. Michael at her cry, had spotted Emily as well, now watching the man beside Emily, his eyes widened in shock and he tugged at Raven’s hand and pointed towards the smartly dressed Garth standing on the pier.

"Garth?" mouthed Michael silently; he glanced back up at the procession and cursed under his breath, whilst pointing out Garth for Raven, they had slipped onto the boat and were now away from the pier and heading towards the opposite shore. He shook his head and drew Raven and Rose back to the door, the mission must continue he thought following Garth as he re-entered the prison.

Raven nodded her head and sighed, she would find out later what Emily had been doing at the prison. Now was solely the matter of the mission and finding out the truth from Garth, whatever needed to be done would be so. That went for torture and interrogation; she would not falter or avoid such measures that would access them the truth, simply because Garth had been a friend.

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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?

welcome back! I hope the exams weren't too horrible.

nice update, keep a look out for those spelling mistakes especially 'though' and 'thought'

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

Take it. She whispered in her head, watching her feet in front of her. Take the step; she thought mentally nudging her foot forward to take the small break between her and the door. Sliding forward she slipped into the doorway and stood in the entrance of a long hall, tipped off with a blank faceless wall at the end.

Eyes seemed to watch her and voices whispered around, speaking of imaginable horrors that awaited them when they entered the room at the end of the hall. A hand launched out of the smoky darkness that whispered in the hall, it launched out suddenly and grabbed Raven’s arm, pulling her into the shadows, till they surrounded her and swallowed the light whole.

She fought their grasp and broke free from the grip, rushing back into the welcoming embrace of the light. Spluttering torches struggled to light the large hall. Torturous screams echoed as a symphony of agony through the hall, Raven glanced at Michael’s face and noted the white rims that shone in his eyes.

She took another step and let out a scream, where was Rose? Her mind threw itself into a frenzy of fear. She stopped and turned franticly around, looking for the little girl. Spotting her at the end of the dark hall, she sighed in relief and slowly walked towards her never stealing her gaze away. Her stomach seemed to drop and the screaming in her head intensified as the floor gave out from under Rose and she dropped from view, tumbling down into the darkness below.

Raven screamed out in shock and raced to the hatch in the floor as it slammed close, stealing Rose away from her. Sobbing on the floor, pounding her fists into the cruel stone, Michael pulled her to her feet and dragged her away. Looping an arm around her back, he led her towards the end of the hall and the door to room that awaited them.

A man stood in front of the door, dressed in a long whispering robe of black, he watched them coldly and waited for Raven’s screams to silence before speaking in a low tone, "You’re child is unharmed and was taken only as a precaution that you meet our demands". Raven opened her mouth to scream at him, stopping only as the man raised a hand in motion for silence and continued to speak; "She will be returned to you on your departure of the prison that is all" he turned to meld into the shadows.

"Oh and enjoy your stay" he said with a smile and ominous laughter as he finally disappeared from view. Raven rushed towards the spot he had been occupying but as Michael expected, it was empty. More laughter echoed through the hall and Raven banged her fist against the wall in frustration. She muttered angrily under her breath and Michael leaned closer to her speak, "One day! I get her back for barely one day! For what? Just so she can be taken from me again?" She turned to Michael and shook her head turning back to the door.

Giving it a solid kick, it swung open silently and Raven balled her hands into fists, raising one to the ceiling she glared defiantly and raised her voice to yell, "I find Garth, I will get my daughter back and I WILL MAKE YOU PAY! YOU SADISTIC ***!".

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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?

Darkness surrounded and the air grew thin, each breath was a labour and each step a struggle, a fight to go on. Michael’s footsteps grew louder behind her and seemed to echo through the silent halls.

The doorway, a beacon of light faded till it was a sliver pf light, a crack in the sea of perpetual darkness. The air was dusty and heavily laced with tension. Raven stumbled across an unseen object and struggled to stand as the floor became a motion of churning waves that swelled and broke in the sea of darkness.

Michael bent and whispered to her, "Open your eye, open them and see nothing is what it seems" she drew a breath and opened her eyes. The darkness fled and was replaced by a wash of colour in a room of light.

"What is this?" she cried alarmed at the change. "Disillusion" came the whispering reply. "The reality reknown and seen", "was it a dream?" she asked collapsing on the floor. " a dream, fantasy, a lie, it is all and nothing".

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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?

huh, this is all very interesting.

Keep up the work!

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

She raised her head and stared at him mystified beyond belief by the strangeness of the room and it’s almost dream like qualities that had entrapped her mind and turned it away from logic and common sense. She stood to her feet slowly and walked with unsteady footsteps towards the lone window set in the wall opposite the door, they had only just recently entered.

She ran a shaky hand through her hair and turned to face Michael, he had taken the time to sit down on the single piece of furniture in the room, an old dusty chair situated beside the door. The room was almost empty and contained no decorations or comforts; with only one way in and out it seemed more a cell than a room to her.

She turned to face him and watched him lower his head into his hands with a groan, his hangover had just decided to hit she thought bitterly, not like he didn’t deserve it she snorted turning back to the window. Leaning out over the sill, she stared down into the darkness that sat with glowing eyes watching her back. She shivered and drew back into the room, dusty her hands down her pants she blew on them and turned back to face Michael.

"We’re going to have to make a plan, or else we’ll just be wandering through this bloody labyrinth till we go mad or grow old and die, which ever comes first, although if I got the choice I would rather go mad first" she said sighing upon noticing Michael lack of interest in her words.

"Unless you happen to have a better idea?" she asked stepping towards him in several strides, she grabbed his head and brought it up to stare into her gaze. His eyes drooped and circled, she sighed again and dropped his head back into his hands. He was so out of it; his consciousness had left the building if not Albion itself she thought shaking her head, wondering how much alcohol he had consumed within the last day.

She walked back to the window and slid down into a seated position, resting her elbows on her knees she watched him, running a hand through her hair she sighed and closed her eyes. Lowering her head so it rested on her knees, she settled in for a short nap, no more than a couple hours she thought as her mind drifted.

BOOM! BANG! BANG! BANG! CRASH! She jumped to her feet and crouched in stance to fight off whatever attackers surrounded her. She stood up from the stance and let her shoulders slump in defeat. There was no attackers, not even a single mage, no the ‘attack’ had actually been Michael failing off his chair and then attempting to struggle out of it grasp as it had fallen on top of him.

Striding over to him, she grasped the chair around the legs and flung it off him; Michael rose from the floor and nodded his head in thanks. She shook her head and turned back to the window, the sun was high in the sky above the town and the town’s people beginning to rouse themselves from their beds.

Sleepy eyed and ready to greet the new day, they wandered slow about the town, setting it up for another day of sales and revenues. The stores beginning to open and the stalls setting up for the midday sales. Raven turned her head away from the town and its daily life, her life was not within its care, why should its worries and troubles be her own?

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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?

The river swelled and waves crashed upon its shores. A boat appeared meekly from around the bend and sliced through the water heading towards her with determine strokes, soon it would meet the edge of the dock and she would board it. As if by magic it reached the dock and she boarded it as she had predicted, pity life was as predictable she thought bitterly with the turn of her head she stared over her shoulder at the lone grey building situated on the hill behind her.

The prison glowered at her with hungry eyes and she shivered quietly under her shawl. Garth could be watching her from the windows that were situated like eyes in its walls, but in her heart she knew he wasn’t. Something told her, that they were moving slowly apart and in all probability would never meet again. She lowered her head and wiped away the stray tears that fell from her eye.

"Miss Emily?" she turned at the sound of someone calling her name, the boat’s captain stood at the doorway of the cabin and she nodded her head. Turning back to the window she reached out and touched the glass before turning to follow the captain down to the galley.

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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?

hey, I gotta say, the last two updates have been superb, I love the anticipation that seems to drip off every word. Great Job!

Can't wait until exams are over and we can resume regular posting, I wanna know what happens next!

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

The captain stood with his back to her and she approached slowly from the doorway. The room she had entered contained a table bolted to the floor and a bench nailed to the floor and a wall. She looked about and stopped short of the captain, he turned to face her and she stepped back away from him. His face was a mass of scars and burns, a wicked smile spread on his face and she turned to the door. Its handle would not budge, locked she cursed turning back to face the captain or rather the man pretending to be him.

He launched forward and grabbed her arm, holding it in an iron clad grip. The smell of burning flesh reached her nostrils and she turned away, he looked down and screamed dropping her wrist. The symbol on her hand flashed an angry red and disappeared from view again, his hand was a mass of burning flesh red and nasty; his eyes burned with raw fury.

"***! I was ordered to dispose of you but now I’m going to kill you for your nasty little trick, I’ll find a way around your protection spell and when I do you will die a slow painfully death!" he spat at her slapping her across the face, he screamed as his hand burnt when it came in contact with her skin, but still the force of the blow threw her against a wall and knocked her out.

Chapter seven. Sanity calling, accept the charges.

Raven stood as the door open, she grabbed her makeshift club and stood silently behind the door. The guard cautiously entered slowly and made his way across the room towards Michael’s still prone body sprawled under the window opposite the door. She followed the guard and raised her club in motion to stuck him and raid his unconscious body but stopped at the shocked expression on the guard’s face as he bent to examine Michael.

"Michael?" he whispered prodding Michael in the side gently with his baton. "Michael, is that you?" he whispered reaching a hand to roll him onto his back. Michael slowly rose to his feet and sat crouched facing the guard. "Gerald?" he asked with a mystified look, "Gerald Taylor?" he cried reaching toward the guard. "Michael!" cried the guard grasping Michael in a tight bear hug that lifted him clean off the floor.

"Gerald!" cried Michael squeezing Gerald back. "Oh Michael I thought it was you, but who is your companion and why does she seem in motion to knock sense from my head?" Gerald said turning to face Raven as she sheepishly hid the club behind her back and stepped forward to greet him with an outstretched hand.

"This is Raven" Michael introduced still avoiding Raven’s eyes as she smiled gracefully and stepped back having shaken Gerald’s hand. He smiled back at her and surveyed the room nervously noting the tension in the room between Michael and Raven. Whatever animosity they had between them he didn’t want anything to do with it. He wanted nothing more than to delivers his message and leave the prison. His watch was almost over and the hanging silence that came off the prison was giving him the creeps as was the abnormal silence from the cells with the even more abnormal fact they had just recently been hurryingly evacuated for some unknown reason and when such things happened in a prison like Stan guard, you could tell things were about to go down, he thought worriedly bitting his lip.

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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?

The sound of lumbering footsteps lingered down the stairs, under the door and slipped into Emily’s ears. It awoke her from a lustful sleep that left her exhausted and weary. She raised her head slowly and stared at the door as it opened on rusted hinges. He entered with watchful eyes and strode towards her, stopping short of her fingers reach. Her head thumped and ached, he smiled wickedly and crouched down to face her as she lay curled up on the dusty floor.

She reached out to him but could not reach, something felt wrong. She could not move her body and her head throbbed with a pain that pulsated through her like the beating of a drum. She shuddered as another wave of pain crashed down on the shore of her consciousness, what was wrong with her? She thought, staring at him with scared eyes. What had he done to her? The last thing she remembered after losing consciousness was a servant bringing her food and her consuming it.

She lifted her head off the ground and opened her mouth; a few dusty syllables tumbled out of her mouth but nothing coherent enough for the captain to understand. He crooked his head to her and she tried yet again to speak. "What… have… you… done ... to me?" she whispered softly lowering her head back down. The straining of raising her head had aggravated the headache so much so that it now pulsed faster than before.

He shuffled closer to her and whispered into her ear without any fear of her grabbing him and trying to strangle the life out of him. "What have I done to you? Nothing more than what I promised. Your simple little protection spell protected you from any harm I could use with my body but it can not protect you from the harm you cause yourself!" he whispered standing to his feet.

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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?

He turned and began to walk towards the door; she leaned out and grabbed his ankle. He screamed out in pain as his skin began to bubble and burn from her contact. She pulled till he bent down to her level again; she grabbed at his arm and pulled him towards her. He howled out in pain as the smell of burning flesh rose in the air, Emily’s stomach rolled and she struggled to hold her food down.

"What… have… you… done … to me!" she hissed wheezing as the breaths caught in her throat. She coughed and spat blood onto the floor, the air whistled through her lungs. He struggled and tried to reach the door. She leant out and slapped his face with her hand, leaving a nasty red burn in the shape of her palm across his face. He curled up on the floor, whimpering and holding his hands to his face.

She poked him with her foot and he rolled away from her. She grabbed at his shoulder and dragged him back to the sounds of him screaming. He clawed at the floor but couldn’t halt her as she pulled him back to her. Breathless and the world begin to spin, she held him to the floor with one hand pressing down on his chest, and the other hand held with one finger pointed down towards his eye.

He whimpered and squealed, struggling in her grasp, trying to move out of the fingers range. If she dropped her hand down, he would be blind forever! He thought struggled harder. She slapped him hard across the face and he ceased struggling. "Tell me what you’ve done to me, or you’ll be losing an eye!" she threatened lowering her hand so its tip pointed down to his pupil.

"OK! OK! I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you everything just don’t burn my eye or me anymore!" he whimpered, she removed her hand and he rolled away from her. He eyed her angrily, his burns that littered his body glowing a dim red and the skin around them melted and dry. "Witch!" He spat at her, brushing his shoulder in superstition, with hope of warding off any bad luck that might backfire from the curse.

"The food you consumed early was poisoned with a quick setting disease known as Vdekja e perëndive or death of the gods" he explained with a wince as he rose slowly off his feet and walked to the door.

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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?

Nice updates, is Emily going to be playing a big role?

well done

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

Thanks. Yes for this chapter. She plays a large part in the upcoming surprise I about to drop.

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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?