Kidnap!|Sparstrike, Maelstrom
Dec 11, 2006 21:23:43 GMT -5
Post by Northen Light36 on Dec 11, 2006 21:23:43 GMT -5
Ann laughs happily as she plays with some of the Wind and Storm children here in Sparkstrike, loving their lack of use of her title and just being another child for the first time since her parents died.
While Ann's mother and father had tried hard to both teach their daughter the beginnings of what she'd need to know for her future role, they'd also gone out of their way to ensure that the little girl was never spoilt and was treated just like every other clan child. It hadn't worked well though, most people saw Ann as the Heir before they saw her as Ann and so that was why Damien had chosen to spend a few days here in Sparkstrike. His niece deserved a chance to be normal for once, without the future putting an invisible wall between her and other children.
"I'll get it!" Ann called as the ball she and four other children had been playing with sailled out of the game's bounds and bounced towards the boarders of Sparkstrike. Running after the red and yellow sphere, Ann didn't see a young woman in her late teens appear in front of her until she'd run into her. "Opps! I'm sorry," she apologised. "Are you okay?"
"Red hair, blue eyes, tan clothing..." murmured the woman. "You have to be the one." A sense of something not being quite right washed over Ann and the little girl took a couple of steps back. "No!" yelpped the woman. "Don't be afraid sweetie, I'm going to take you away from here." Ann shook her head frantically and turned to flee, only to have the woman grab her and lift her up.
"UNCLE DAMIEN!" Ann screamed, struggling desperately even as the woman teleported away. When the leader of Fires arrived, there was no sign of his niece except for a yellow and red ball still rolling into the distance and a tan headband lying in the still settling dirt.
"AAANNNNNNN!" Damien's desperate and dispairing shout echoed over the village, unheard by the one person he so wanted to hear it. For once Damien didn't care about appearences or his reputation. As he fell to his knees in the dirt, tears streaming down his face, Damien wasn't the powerful Leader of Fires, but instead a man who'd just had the last traces of his world ripped away from him.
While Ann's mother and father had tried hard to both teach their daughter the beginnings of what she'd need to know for her future role, they'd also gone out of their way to ensure that the little girl was never spoilt and was treated just like every other clan child. It hadn't worked well though, most people saw Ann as the Heir before they saw her as Ann and so that was why Damien had chosen to spend a few days here in Sparkstrike. His niece deserved a chance to be normal for once, without the future putting an invisible wall between her and other children.
"I'll get it!" Ann called as the ball she and four other children had been playing with sailled out of the game's bounds and bounced towards the boarders of Sparkstrike. Running after the red and yellow sphere, Ann didn't see a young woman in her late teens appear in front of her until she'd run into her. "Opps! I'm sorry," she apologised. "Are you okay?"
"Red hair, blue eyes, tan clothing..." murmured the woman. "You have to be the one." A sense of something not being quite right washed over Ann and the little girl took a couple of steps back. "No!" yelpped the woman. "Don't be afraid sweetie, I'm going to take you away from here." Ann shook her head frantically and turned to flee, only to have the woman grab her and lift her up.
"UNCLE DAMIEN!" Ann screamed, struggling desperately even as the woman teleported away. When the leader of Fires arrived, there was no sign of his niece except for a yellow and red ball still rolling into the distance and a tan headband lying in the still settling dirt.
"AAANNNNNNN!" Damien's desperate and dispairing shout echoed over the village, unheard by the one person he so wanted to hear it. For once Damien didn't care about appearences or his reputation. As he fell to his knees in the dirt, tears streaming down his face, Damien wasn't the powerful Leader of Fires, but instead a man who'd just had the last traces of his world ripped away from him.
