OOC: Last but one to the Blade adventure stories I'm going to post. Then we move on to Shyne finding her real father. >It had been a long, lousy night. Shyne had taken a wrong turn at a >crossroads and ended up fifteen miles out of her way. She was tired, angry >and determined. If she killed Ralph Marsh, it wuld be all be ok. The >nightmares would stop, she could become a *normal* woman. >Maybe. >Doubts? Shyne had never killed, and even if she did kill him, would it >wipe >out the memory? Or did she just have to grow, move on? >She shook it away, if he was dead maybe she could let it go. >The village was a tiny, poor looking hamlet. A small row of grubby shops, >lines of houses crowded together, too close, as if the folk who built them >wanted to huddle then together for warmth and safety. A few stray dogs >scavenged in the early morning sunshine. >A dirt track served as a street, muddy and filled with waste, human, >animal, >rotten food. There was a foul unsavoury stench in the air and it permeated >her nostrils, making her wince slightly. >Shyne stood in an ally opposite the butcher's shop and waited. She fully >intended murder. Cold blooded murder. >She saw him lunbering towards the shop, keys jangling in his hand. She >stepped forward, out of the shadows and stopped.. >She saw the child, small stout, had the look of Ralph Marsh. Poor kid. >"Can I help in the shop today, Papa?" >She was about seven years old. She looked at the man, the source of >Shyne's >nightmares and bad memories with adoring childish eyes. >"Please Papa..." >Marsh hefted the child into his arms and embraced her, lovingly. >"Yes my pet, you may help in the shop today." >Shyne had never had a father. She turned to walk away, a whole wealth of >emotion riding her. Things were never as you made them in your heart and >mind, people never entirely the evil demons you made them. He was a >bastard, he'd been cruel and taken advantage of a pretty girl down on her >luck, hurt her without much care. But even he wasn't all bad. It was a >revelation and it hurt. >Shyne walked to the edgeof the village, standing int he street, looking >back >towards the Silver Blade Tavern. >Shyne heard the sound of hoofbeats, pounding towards her.. > >________________________________________________________________________ >Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com > _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. Share information about yourself, create your own public profile at http://profiles.msn.com. -- To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: [EMAIL PROTECTED] with "unsubscribe dragontales" in the body of the message.
