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By Janeil Harricharan
02/19/09
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Pain and darkness.

That is all Gwendolyn had known for the last week.

Being held prisoner against her own will. The humiliation and torture endured from her captor. She had slowly began to lose her spirit, and to lose hope. Nothing tangible remained to hold onto.

She wore a white linen dress with a maroon bodice, and adorned by white gloves that reached her shoulders, golden shoulder armor, a tiara-like crown, and a decorative panel that hung on the front of her dress that signified her hereditary roots of her position. Her smooth golden-blonde hair flowed to her waist as her dark blue eyes searched for a way out of her predicament.

The dark cell was large, cold, and was closed by a heavy iron grate. Gwendolyn’s wrists were shackled to the wall as she could hear the commotion of enemy goblins and other horrific creatures outside. They had been going at it for about thirty minutes now, from what she guessed. Something must have gotten them riled up.

Had help come? Had someone survived? Gwendolyn tried to dismiss the thought. Part of her wanted to believe some of her father’s subjects survived Halkyra’s onslaught and had come to rescue her, but it had been too long. He was precise, efficient, and had done his task frightfully well.

Memories of her father came to mind. The tender moments they shared, the special things they had done together. All shattered in an instant. Gwendolyn wanted to cry. Tears started to well up in her eyes as she tried to constrain the feelings inside of her. She couldn’t break down now, not yet at least.

“Why…” She uttered in despair, hanging her head in shame.

The castle shook and trembled as the commotion became louder. A agonizing roar echoed through the walls, causing Gwendolyn’s heart to tremble. Something had happened to make Halkyra mad…

She heard a door creak and the guard outside snarl. The clashing of swords and metal could be heard as there was a squeal followed by a heavy thud. A rattling could be heard as someone fumbled for something at the door. The grate creaked open, a figure standing silhouetted by the light behind him.

Upon seeing Gwendolyn, he rushed to her side, his features becoming visible. He had brown skin, short black hair, and wore cream leggings, brown boots, and a white undershirt. Silver chainmail, a gray tunic, and leather gloves with arm braces and guards completed his ensemble, a sword and shield in his hands.

“Your Highness…” he said, frantically unshackling her. Gwendolyn’s feet buckled from weariness as her mysterious rescuer caught her in his arms and helped her stand. “Are you all right?”

Gwendolyn didn’t answer, trying to regain her balance. She tried to stand on her own as she looked him in the face.

“Who are you?” She asked shakily.

The young man let go of her, seeing that she would be fine. “My name is Saraj. Your father sent me to rescue you.” The castle shook again as he quickly glanced around him. “We don’t have much time, come on!”

Saraj ran out of the cell, Gwendolyn on his heels. Pieces of stone was starting to collapse around them as they entered the fortress’ courtyard. Dead goblins and orcs littered the ground as the ground shook furiously beneath their feet. A pillar of smoke streamed into the sky from the top of the tower.

Gwendolyn bumped into Saraj as he skidded to a halt at the fortress gate. Ahead of them, a large troll blocked the way, towering over ten feet tall. He brandished a large hammer and exhaled through his nostrils, his eyes narrowed at the two. A group of goblins gathered around him and together slowly started to approach.

Once more, Gwendolyn felt like there was no hope. Despite being set free, doom still faced her. She whimpered and touched Saraj’s arm in fear, at a loss of what to do.

Saraj placed himself in front of Gwendolyn, taking a defensive stance. “Stay behind me,” he said. “I can’t protect you if you’re out of my reach.”

Gwendolyn nodded and shrunk behind him, sliding her hand off of his arm. The troll roared, raised his hammer, and made a mad dash towards them. She closed her eyes and turned away, waiting for the inevitable worst.

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