Hell's Bells (Rochette) Jul 14, 2010 19:19:35 GMT -5
Post by evelyn on Jul 14, 2010 19:19:35 GMT -5
Evelyn was tired. She had been traveling all day with hardly any stops. Camelot's celebration was less than two days away and she had to be there.It was to be the King's birthday. he had lived yet another year without getting killed in battle or by an assassin. Yes, it was a good thing when kings lived, even ones who killed her kind. Not gypsies of course (or at least she hoped), but magic users. Sorcerers and witches by birth. They had been hunted by the king for years. Far too many years in fact. Why had this mad hunt, this trial of genocide, started in the first place? Of course there have been rumors. A man could not start this without them, after all. But what story, if any of them, were true? Which one revealed the true intentions of the magic-killing king?
The sounds of a voice shocked Evelyn out of her half-sleep. She blinked away the sleep from her eyes, looking past her camp fire to a figure of another woman. She was tall and though her features were a bit hard to see in the dim firelight, she seemed impressively self-confident in approaching a stranger. Evelyn straightened, waking herself up with a small shake of the head.
"I am no 'Little one' and I protect myself," she said. Evelyn stepped away from her horses, looking the other girl square in the eye. She was grateful for the fire that burned so hot between them, knowing that she could easily use it to help her defeat this woman if need be. But just who was she? The woman had to be quite brave to wander the forest alone. But was she really alone? What if she were part of Uther's guards? Or of another royal that had come to join in the celebration.
"My name is Evelyn. Who are you?" she asked.