and so the plot thickens.... I do hope that the slaves make their escape with their lives as they are so sweet.
Simon what have you got planned? Your sons are dead , your daughter in law gone , there's nothing left... so it must be revenge that's darkening his soul.
and so the plot thickens.... I do hope that the slaves make their escape with their lives as they are so sweet.
Simon what have you got planned? Your sons are dead , your daughter in law gone , there's nothing left... so it must be revenge that's darkening his soul.
I believe you are right. He is taking his revenge.
ACK! Listen to your instincts Matias! Simon is coming! The fear is REAL! Be ON GUARD! I just wanna slap them and tell them to grab their weapons and be ready! It's like yelling at the TV when the spooky music starts playing and you know the bad guy is coming!
Oh no! Always with the suspense. I was hoping for light fluffy stuff and instead it's overflowing with drama!!!! Aaaaaaaah!!! I love so many of these characters. Simon you can cause some trouble but if you touch a single hair on any of their heads I'll be coming for you!
Oh no! Always with the suspense. I was hoping for light fluffy stuff and instead it's overflowing with drama!!!! Aaaaaaaah!!! I love so many of these characters. Simon you can cause some trouble but if you touch a single hair on any of their heads I'll be coming for you!
Lol! Light and fluffy will come...well, sort of...there will always be some undercurrent of drama, but we'll get a break with the mini bachelorette challenge. Next week!
Queen Hawika arrives at Tribe Wahine and Eila is there to welcome her along with the royal Gatherer and the Royal Master Slave.
“We have everything ready for you, your grace. You may have the Creator’s quarters.” Eila bows. “And you, Master Slave Thorn, may use Aulani’s quarters as he is away on urgent business.”
“I’m quite aware of the prince’s whereabouts therefore I will not be taking his room. I will keep watch. We have been hearing about an uprising amongst the clans of men. We may have war on the horizon, my lady.”
Eila’s stomach clenches thinking about Ricci and the other men. “Surely, nothing like that will happen. I’m so worried about our slaves. They should have been here weeks ago.”
The queen shakes her head. “These are troubling times, but I would not worry about the Tribe Wahine men. Aulani is the most skilled man in the Amazon. He taught me everything he knows. He could take ten men on his own. I’m sure all will be well. The northern country has rugged terrain and many high places to make traveling slow. I believe they will be here soon, Provider Eila.”
“But if they are not,” Thorn warns, “I will post some of the royal guard to help until the new Creator chooses her own slaves to replace them.”
“Miss Eila,” Gatherer Lomasi Keronape offers, changing the subject. “Please show me to your gardens. I would love to see them as Queen Hawika has told me much about your strange yet beautiful plants.”
“Of course,” Eila answers. “They are this way.” Eila is grateful for the diversion for her worries increase with each passing moment.
***
Taking his sword, Simon devises a plan of attack. He cannot hope to overpower three young men at once, especially the largest one—the Master Slave. He will bide his time and take out each one in stealth.
As he walks around Tribe Cisneris compound, three graves stand ominously by the Pit of Death. “I am sorry, my friends, that I was not quicker in my escape. But I can assure you, the men responsible will pay with their lives.”
Tiptoeing around one hut, Simon almost leaps for joy. One of the men is taking a whiz in the bushes. He is alone.
Simon pounces on him and hisses, “This is for my sons.”
He plunges his sword into the man’s back.
The man hollers in shock. But it is too late for him.
He falls down dead.
Simon chuckles to himself. “All too easy.”
Surveying the rest of the huts, Simon notices the Master Slave is asleep in one of the beds. “Good,” he says. “Now, where is the dark haired one? The one who laughs too much?”
Simon spies the man sitting by a fire with his back to him. “Praise the Maker...I cannot believe they are this plum.”
As he shuffles over, the slave spins around and curses, “Plummit! Aren’t you supposed to be dead?”
Spitting the words, Simon roars, “It is you who will be dead, murderer! If you had allowed us to take our clan sister, things would have been different. You would still be alive by morning. But as it is...you are alone and will have to deal with me.”
A sly smile splits the man’s face. His voice is low and cold. “What you do not understand is that if you would have been honorable, your sons would be alive and you would see the sunrise in the morning. But as it is...you will have to deal with ME!”
The slave pulls out his sword and charges toward Simon. “Arrrgh!”
Their weapons clang as Simon feints his attack. He pushes the man down, but he is as quick as a squirrel and attacks again.
Focusing his mana, Simon takes his position and easily thwarts the blade with his massive sword.
“Give up, slave!” Simon growls. “Your skills are low. You are no match for me!”
“It is you who will feel my blade pierce your heart!” Enraged, the slave moves for a blow to Simon’s neck, but he whips his head out of the way and plunges his sword into the man’s heart.
Stunned, he gurgles until blood streams from his mouth. He drops to the ground at Simon’s feet.
“Two down. One more to go,” Simon breathes.
Entering the Master Slave’s room, Simon smiles. “This will be the easiest of all. Lucky thing, slave. You will die in your sleep tonight.”
Simon is a weakling for killing Mathias in his sleep, I hope someone will kill him soon!
I would love to have a mad wolverine saving Mathias right now Plum, I really have to watch X-men apocalypse even though he just gets a guest appearance as far as I know …
He must be a heavy sleeper to sleep through a sword fight , Maybe he is up hiding behind the door ready to pounce on Simon and those are just rolled up blankets in his bed . I hope, I hope , I hope !
Wishful thinking maybe but who would blame me?
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Simon what have you got planned? Your sons are dead , your daughter in law gone , there's nothing left... so it must be revenge that's darkening his soul.
I believe you are right. He is taking his revenge.
Great chapter by the way. I'm glad Ina had a girl.
I'm pretty sure that Simon can't take on so many men at once. At least I hope not...
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Lol! Light and fluffy will come...well, sort of...there will always be some undercurrent of drama, but we'll get a break with the mini bachelorette challenge. Next week!
xD I'm dying of laughter by this comment and I agree.
I think that Simon might be a shaman because usually in stories, the evil people have some awesome hidden power, but that's just my suspicion.
“We have everything ready for you, your grace. You may have the Creator’s quarters.” Eila bows. “And you, Master Slave Thorn, may use Aulani’s quarters as he is away on urgent business.”
“I’m quite aware of the prince’s whereabouts therefore I will not be taking his room. I will keep watch. We have been hearing about an uprising amongst the clans of men. We may have war on the horizon, my lady.”
Eila’s stomach clenches thinking about Ricci and the other men. “Surely, nothing like that will happen. I’m so worried about our slaves. They should have been here weeks ago.”
The queen shakes her head. “These are troubling times, but I would not worry about the Tribe Wahine men. Aulani is the most skilled man in the Amazon. He taught me everything he knows. He could take ten men on his own. I’m sure all will be well. The northern country has rugged terrain and many high places to make traveling slow. I believe they will be here soon, Provider Eila.”
“But if they are not,” Thorn warns, “I will post some of the royal guard to help until the new Creator chooses her own slaves to replace them.”
“Miss Eila,” Gatherer Lomasi Keronape offers, changing the subject. “Please show me to your gardens. I would love to see them as Queen Hawika has told me much about your strange yet beautiful plants.”
“Of course,” Eila answers. “They are this way.” Eila is grateful for the diversion for her worries increase with each passing moment.
***
Taking his sword, Simon devises a plan of attack. He cannot hope to overpower three young men at once, especially the largest one—the Master Slave. He will bide his time and take out each one in stealth.
As he walks around Tribe Cisneris compound, three graves stand ominously by the Pit of Death. “I am sorry, my friends, that I was not quicker in my escape. But I can assure you, the men responsible will pay with their lives.”
Tiptoeing around one hut, Simon almost leaps for joy. One of the men is taking a whiz in the bushes. He is alone.
Simon pounces on him and hisses, “This is for my sons.”
He plunges his sword into the man’s back.
The man hollers in shock. But it is too late for him.
He falls down dead.
Simon chuckles to himself. “All too easy.”
Surveying the rest of the huts, Simon notices the Master Slave is asleep in one of the beds. “Good,” he says. “Now, where is the dark haired one? The one who laughs too much?”
Simon spies the man sitting by a fire with his back to him. “Praise the Maker...I cannot believe they are this plum.”
As he shuffles over, the slave spins around and curses, “Plummit! Aren’t you supposed to be dead?”
Spitting the words, Simon roars, “It is you who will be dead, murderer! If you had allowed us to take our clan sister, things would have been different. You would still be alive by morning. But as it is...you are alone and will have to deal with me.”
A sly smile splits the man’s face. His voice is low and cold. “What you do not understand is that if you would have been honorable, your sons would be alive and you would see the sunrise in the morning. But as it is...you will have to deal with ME!”
The slave pulls out his sword and charges toward Simon. “Arrrgh!”
Their weapons clang as Simon feints his attack. He pushes the man down, but he is as quick as a squirrel and attacks again.
Focusing his mana, Simon takes his position and easily thwarts the blade with his massive sword.
“Give up, slave!” Simon growls. “Your skills are low. You are no match for me!”
“It is you who will feel my blade pierce your heart!” Enraged, the slave moves for a blow to Simon’s neck, but he whips his head out of the way and plunges his sword into the man’s heart.
Stunned, he gurgles until blood streams from his mouth. He drops to the ground at Simon’s feet.
“Two down. One more to go,” Simon breathes.
Entering the Master Slave’s room, Simon smiles. “This will be the easiest of all. Lucky thing, slave. You will die in your sleep tonight.”
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I would love to have a mad wolverine saving Mathias right now
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@Sterretjeee He is a coward. A meticulously evil genius, but a coward.
It is Simon's turn now
Wishful thinking maybe but who would blame me?
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