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Post by Captain Dagg'or Ardell on Apr 30, 2009 1:32:53 GMT -5
Captain Ardell ;;Once more the growl as well as the glare was there. He didn't like the way he kept touching her even though he himself, could barely look at her. His sword would not falter. He would not fail her... not again. He was a soldier now and quite capable of anything and everything. After all he'd already done so much for others why not just one thing for himself as well as his sanity. He could see it... and smell it... the twinge of fear which would be the mans downfall. It was clear in his wide eyes. "You haven't answered my question."
"I don't answer to dead men walking." he stated simply a smile now upon his face. He grew tired of this song and dance and only wished he would lower his blade. His other hand, went to his side and stayed there... dormant... for the time being since he could very well hold his broad sword with the one. He could see the way she had withdrawn into herself. Right before his eyes... what had happened to her... who had done this and where were they located.
"I don't believe you. The first thing I would do is head back to Jadis and tell her of what occurred here, and you know that. You're going to kill me either way." The man smirked and yawned as if bored with this... "You truly think she would believe a lowly pawn like you..." gaze boring into the mans features like a polished knife to a pale throat. "She barely trusts me as is... what makes you think she even knows who you are... for all you know she sent me here to kill you all for being treacherous leeches loyal to the lion."
"I suggest... that you go that way. I have no qualms with killing her, mark that. She isn't important to me." He took two steps back and he followed at the same pace. Sword not faltering... a smile of triumph quite visible. "Unless you'd rather share?" He glared a bit but still remained poised and ready. What was this bloody idiot waiting for... "Oh.. I'll share something alright... my culture and my training... " Just then in an unexpected turn of events Melisande was being pushed towards him and the other began to run.
Dropping his sword he turned to the hand that lay at his side. The dagger in his palm raised and just then tossed at the mans back. "Check..." he growled and made his way towards him fully intending on finishing the job and doubting anyone would stop him.
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Post by Melisande Ardell on Apr 30, 2009 1:51:13 GMT -5
M E L I S A N D E ;; Melisande caught herself just before she fell. Her attention didn't go to Dagg'or at all, nor to David. Instead, she reached down and grabbed her bag, hanging onto it as though it were Alyia herself. Her entire past and present was slipped out on the dirty forest floor, and Melisande was visably relieved to have it back in her hands again. She didn't have enough time to go through it before her attention went back to Dagg'or, and the sudden repulsive sound of his dagger hitting David in the back.
He started to stalk off to David, to do what Melisande didn't know, and she was tempted to stop him. But she let him go, knowing it would probably be better if the man was actually dead, and confirmed dead. She hated the idea of seeing someone suffer, even on her own account. Her eyes followed Dagg'or as he went, and she sat in the grass, staring at her palms.
Her lips parted, and she spoke, a rarity for Melisande. "Dag-Dagg'or?" She said, the name shaking on her tongue and coming out ragged. After all, she hadn't spoken or even whispered the name in fifteen years. It was forgien to her, and though it was pleasant to use it again, it was being used in the wrong setting.
Melisande was pulled two different directions- one, the fear of a man who had just slaughtered dozens before her, and the other, the passionate interest of a sister reuniting with her brother. So she spoke what came to her head. "It's impossible. You're dead." Mel said firmly, trying to catch her breath.
It felt like one of her worst nightmares.
Suddenly, her throat clogged, and she cried out again "Dagg'or, please." She wanted to see him, to touch him, to know he was with her, and not massacring a corpse. And yet, her hands withdrew, knowing he had glanced aside as his men let themselves fly all over her... Knowing he had ignored it, that... had she been someone else, he wouldn't have intervened at all.
This last thought hit her like a brick, and not for the first time, tears threatened to spill. Melisande blinked them back angrily, furious at herself for being so emotional right now, when all she wanted to do was prove it wasn't Dagg'or and get on with her journey. She sat down on the grass, her legs tucked underneath her as she exhaled deeply and tried to gain back her sanity.
"You killed them. You let them..." Melisande said, and didn't allow herself the agony of continuing that sentence, for it would kill Dagg'or as well as herself. But she did want answers, though she wasn't sure if she was ready to accept them. Her mind went back to the other men, the ones still alive... if they even were. Were they hunting for him? For her?
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Post by Captain Dagg'or Ardell on Apr 30, 2009 2:12:02 GMT -5
Captain Ardell ;; The man fell face forward in the dirt. It was too dark to see much more before him as he made his way and kicked the dagger in deeper into the man's back. He had been on his way to the top. But Dagg'or was aware that he could not allow him to live. He kept the no guilt and no remorse tone in his mind. It has to be done... it must... I must... As he reached his fallen comrade he kneelled down and pulled his dagger out of his back quickly. Pulling the man by the hair he could see the fear there... Blood was coming from his lips.. he would not survive the night as is... "Forgive me..." he whispered softly before slitting the mans throat and looking away.
he ignored the sounds of a man drowning in his own blood. Then the memories of all he had done began to hit him with full force. Closing his eyes he ignored the sounds before him and turning back he walked. The walk of shame for he could tell he had not done what was right But if they knew... if Jadis knew... Shaking his head he was aware they could never know, not that he had a sister. No attachments... no regrets...
Leaning against a tree he stopped to catch himself. Adrenaline no longer pumping through his veins he began to feel weak in the knees and slightly shaky to the core. "Dag-Dagg'or?" Her voice... distant and in the dark not helping his situation in the least. It sounded like a whisper and for a brief moment he wondered if it had all been a dream. If he had gone mad with the slaughters and insanity had caused him to murder men who were loyal and trained well. Men who would have followed him to hell and back. "It's impossible. You're dead."
Her voice... once again making the reality of his situation that much more... real..."Dagg'or, please." The tone of her voice made his guts wrench and twist in slight agony. He lowered his face to the ground unsure of where he stood or if he was standing at all. Tears began to well in his eyes but he could not let them fall. To let them fall would be to admit he had done wrong, not only by himself but by her. He had been wrong and he had been the cause of all her pain on this night. He was not good enough not strong enough.. he would never be enough...
"You killed them. You let them..." Eyes widening slightly at the thought as guilt continued to settle over him. Bad enough he had let her be taken. Bad enough he had not searched for her when he could... when he was strong enough... he'd almost let them do the unthinkable to her and then.. they all payed with their lives. One by one he lashed out at all he knew...... "I... didn't ... know..." that was the only words to escape his lips. Uncertainty settled over the telmarine as everything he had ever known was suddenly torn apart.
Music: Your tears don't fall they Crash Around me... The conscious calls the GUILTY to come home... ~ Bullet for my Valentine ~ Tears don't fall
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Post by Melisande Ardell on Apr 30, 2009 12:42:11 GMT -5
M E L I S A N D E ;; He seemed just as in shock as she was, and Melisande couldn't bare to take her eyes off of him. Her hands moved to her arm, giving it a small pinch as she had been taught, and the pain was real. The pain from other hands was real, and still prominent. It was lucky she was sitting, for her legs became jelly like, and for a moment Melisande was convinced she didn't have any at all. Her body was trembling, her hands, her lips. For the remainder of the night she knew she would feel as if she were in a dream, and perhaps in the morning she would wake up groggily and debate whether or not the dream had been enjoyable or a nightmare.
I... didn't... know...
Her brother said, a vague excuse for his actions. Again Melisande' thoughts flickered to If I had been another... he would have let another... and stopped before she could injure her mind anymore. There were so many responses she could make to that, some angry, some bitter, others simply distant. She chose the latter. "Why are you here, Dagg'or?" Melisande asked finally, her voice tinging with desperation and unease. But the name... Dagg'or... it inspired feelings in her that others got from hearing the name Aslan. She was the sort of sister who could love her brother unconditionally... but maybe in a little time.
What did they do to you? She wanted to ask, but knew better. You didn't just run around demanding questions of a man who had just murdered dozens of others. Surely Dagg'or could not have changed that much... there must have been a reason. He recognized her, as she had him... and then his men were dead or dying when she woke up. It could have been because they had... attacked her, but the Dagg'or she knew would have yelled and fought them off, not brandished a sword and run around cutting throats.
She tucked her legs up to her chin, and buried her head in the hollow between her declining chest and rising knees. Even for Melisande, petite to begin with, she seemed small and somewhat pathetic across the gap that seperated her from her brother. The question resounded in her head. "What happened to you?" She said, this time aloud, but it was quiet and a bit muffled, though still audible.
Immediately her voice grew stronger, and every question she had wanted to ask, every memory came flooding out in a torrent. "I watched them die, and I thought... that they had gotten to you first. I was screaming your name..." The tears that threatened to pour earlier did so now, and though her face was hidden in her dress, her sobs were not. "I was grateful I hadn't watched you die because it would have killed me..." And yet you just did that. Her thoughts added somewhat venomously, broken-hearted and confused.
"I knew you wouldn't live because you would have found me. You would have fought them..." Melisande wasn't trying to start a fight with Dagg'or, or trying to send feelings of guilt rushing through him. But there was a puzzle she could never solve. Suddenly, a thought occured, and she looked up, pushing her tears aside with an impatient hand. "Is that why you're here? To find me?" She asked, her soprano tone a bit more optimistic as she considered the possibilities. Fredrick, naturally, would be torn apart... she wouldn't have to run at night...
She sat, waiting for him, her breath slowed as she hungered for an answer. If Dagg'or had been coming for her, she could put everything aside, everything down to the last bloodstain...
AWWWW poor Daggy. I think Mel's on the verge of hysterics a little bit...
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Post by Captain Dagg'or Ardell on Apr 30, 2009 13:19:50 GMT -5
Captain Ardell ;; Placing a hand on a nearby tree he used it's sturdy trunk to keep him standing. He would not fall... not now... he needed to be strong that was all he'd ever truly had. His strength and his unfeeling heart beneath his chest. The heart that seemed to pound heavily from withing tore at him with each beat. The blood that flowed though his veins was poisonous.. venomous and would destroy her to the core. He was aware of what he had become and had found it was necessary at the time, but no longer.
For some unforeseen reason his thoughts went back to Mirasia. He remembered how weak and guilt ridden he had felt knowing she had been tortured in the dungeons all for loving him. A flash went though his eyes as he blood was in his hands and now as he dared to gaze upon his baby sister for the first time, in what seemed like centuries the elder man felt afraid. He feared what would become of her... of them when the Witch found out her top dog had attachments that could cause her to fall. Her walls to crumble into dust for he would be more loyal to her than to any other in this world.
"Why are you here, Dagg'or?" Her voice seemed to quiet.. fragile and broken to his ears and it both hurt and infuriated him to the core. Questions began to form in his own putrid thoughts of, who had done this and where where they. The grip on the tree became that much stronger as fury began to travel through his body. Letting his eye gaze at her he let the fury subside for the time being letting out a slight breath he had not noticed he held till then. He remained quiet at her question... truly not knowing what to say nor what she wanted to hear. It was all so vague now, his reasons for being back in Telmar after being dead set against it. But he knew their ways their customs and she had practically kicked him off Carnadine until this was done.
Sure.. in the past he had not been this way. His usual manner of using sarcasm and mind games before even thinking about grabbing a sword all seemed like a distant memory. Had he fallen that far into the lions den only to become something else all together? A slight shiver crawled slowly up his spine at the thought. His thoughts were on Carnadine now... and all the lost souls held within. If only they could see them now... he thought as a grim smile formed on his features and her question remained unanswered. "What happened to you?"
Turning to look at her he noticed he was breaking... being torn from the man he was to the one he had become. Such a power for one mere individual to have on another but she was his sister and she was allowed to do so. Slowly he lifted a hand to his face, tearing the patch that hid the scar. He never showed it to anyone and was aware that not even Mirasia in all the years they had been together ad even glanced at it. He moved from the strength of the trunk to the floor in a graceful yet non challenging manner. No need to scare her anymore... he thought.
"I watched them die, and I thought... that they had gotten to you first. I was screaming your name... I was grateful I hadn't watched you die because it would have killed me..." Once more his stomach lurched. He wanted to embrace her.... his arms practically ached to touch her but he feared of what would and could happened should he try. So he remained there and slowly pushed his hair away from his scared face. The scar was not as bad as he always put it out to be. To him it marked him as a man that had not been good enough to save his family not the twisted broken child he was back then. He still had his eye, though it was pale and quite useless.
Taking a breath and letting it out slowly. His muscles relaxed a bit more and he found himself lowering his gaze from her own. "I did fight... I was, by the stables... father was dead..." he tried not to smile at that one but then continued. "Mother was dead... the house, the stables.. everything was on fire... I heard you call.. i couldn't see you... I tried..." He let his head fall on his hand. "I tried... and i failed." as simple as that he admitted what he knew all along. He was nothing but a worthless failure and that was what he would always be in her eyes.
He could not bare to bring himself to even hope she would forgive him. He had failed and left her here to rot while he prospered under the Queens rule in Narnia. What a fool he had been... a simpleton to believe and make himself believe she no longer lived in order to move on with his former life and become this being with no soul. "I knew you wouldn't live because you would have found me. You would have fought them... Is that why you're here? To find me?"
No... was the first word to pop in his mind. He had not come here to find her. had he... had his unconscious mind truly lead him here in the hopes she still lived? Could he even dare to hope and dream that everything that had happened to them had lead to this moment? No... he could not... Dreams don't come true that fade into nothing and are burned until they become bitter ash in your mouth and yet... here she was, alive... broken still but alive.
Slowly once again he raised his eyes to her. He was quiet now... for once her was utterly quiet and completely unsure of what words would escape his lips next.
Music: We crawl on our knees for you Under a sky no longer blue We sweat all day long for you But we sow seeds to see us through The sometimes dreams just don't come true Look now at what they've done to you ~ Re-Education (Through Labor) by Rise Against
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Post by Melisande Ardell on Apr 30, 2009 13:40:09 GMT -5
M E L I S A N D E ;; Her first question was disregarded, as was her second. Melisande heard Dagg'or slide to the ground, but didn't dare let her face look up to see him. He was still coated in blood, in the blood of the man she had been pressed against. There had been a heart beat once, and now he was a corpse no more then a few meters from where she stood. The thought was horrible, and yet... Melisande had had a taste of brutal slaughter, of revenge. It was a bit addicting, and though she was not one for violence, her thoughts went to Fredrick.
Maybe one day she would go back, once she found Alyia and helped her grow. She would be stronger then, powerful... she would storm into his castle and hit him as hard as she could, and then leave. Mel wasn't one for violence, for murder. Not yet, anyway.
Her thoughts went back to Dagg'or, and she spoke her mind, telling him what had happened to her on that horrible fateful day. She left out obvious bits and pieces, like the sound of her mother choking on her own blood, or how she had been convinced her heart was going to explode when she was dragged away and put on top of a horse. She finished talking, and rose a single eye up from her knees to peek at him. She looked at his eye, both good and bad, and swallowed harshly.
I did fight... I was, by the stables... father was dead... Mother was dead... the house, the stables.. everything was on fire... I heard you call.. i couldn't see you... I tried... I tried... and i failed.
Dagg'or said, trying to explain it. The more he spoke the more Melisande realized he was suffering, and yet, there was a bit of anger swelling in her chest as well. He hadn't seen her body! No trace of her blood, and he just walked away and became a leader of something or another. He left her in the hands of the men who killed her parents, left her to work and slave like she had never been meant to do.
The fact that he wasn't looking for her when he came hurt more then Melisande expected it would, but she was trying to keep her head level and clear. She scooted next to a tree, tilting her chin so her head was pointed at the sky and her neck exposed. It was her way of stopping her tears. When she finally gained control back, she spoke again. "So you didn't come for me. Then why are you here Dagg'or? And don't just sit there this time, I need to know. Who were those men?"
The men around her started to cloud her thoughts again, but she shoved it aside for the time being. Surely this was still a dream. None of this could be real. Dagg'or was dead... and yet... she had just thought of how frustrated she was about him not coming to find her. The moment she escaped, her thoughts were on Alyia, nothing and no one else. She would be a hypocrite to be mad at him for not looking.
Still, plenty of other things crossed her mind as well. She was doing her best to make sense of it all- he lead an army, killed his men, they were afraid of him... It didn't add up. Melisande was away from Narnia, and knew little to nothing about the Witch's reign over there, or the bloodthirsty men who worked under her. She tilted her head back down and looked at him, desperately wanting him to come over to her and hold her.
'his thoughts went back to mirasia... she had been tortured in the dungeons for loving him' DON'T EVER LET PETER FIND THIS OUT. XD
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Post by Captain Dagg'or Ardell on May 1, 2009 14:40:06 GMT -5
Captain Ardell ;; He dared to look at her then. After he had spoken unsure of what to do. Sorry was not a word that came to his lips quite often, if it ever did... he knew he meant it but how could you even begin to apologize to someone for not being there. For not looking far and wide enough. For not being strong enough How do you apologize to someone for the endless torture they suffered as a slave all because he didn't even think of looking harder. He knew he couldn't... there was nothing in the world his words could ever fix.
he could not turn back time. He could not count all the sleepless night he lay in bed thinking of her and him and wishing for merciful death before this ever happened. The guilty feeling had returned as he looked at her... memorizing every look every movement and every shiver that coursed through her body. She did look a lot like their mother though... she had her eyes and once she had their father's spirit but that all seemed to be broken and lost now.
She was so thin... He imagined she must be hungry or thirsty then but after all the bloodshed doubted she would accept anything to eat or drink. Bloodshed... Slowly his eyes went to his hands as he stared at the blood he was aware would never wash off. It was funny though how one could murder and maim so many and know the stains in ones hands would never truly fade to black. His memories of that day had lain dormant until this night when they seemed to flood out at inopportune moments.
Granted he had not seen her body and he knew she had been taken. But he had not known to where. he had assumed Narnia, Calormen and Carnadine could always use more slaves hence why he had set sail and left this place. Now he knew that had been his first mistake and one that had taken it's toll on both him and her. He'd lost himself on his way of searching for her... he'd lost his soul his humanity anything good that was left had died long ago... with his first kill.
"So you didn't come for me. Then why are you here Dagg'or? And don't just sit there this time, I need to know. Who were those men?" Daggers.. he could feel her gaze on him like daggers piercing his heart and it tore at him more so that he could bare. But bare it he must... as he thought a moment his lips parted to begin to reply to her inquiries... she deserved the truth no matter how harsh it was... "I was sent here in order of Queen Jadis of Carnadine to either get the telmarine rulers to surrender or face her wrath. And they had to send her a token of their surrender..." slaves and jewel of course but this he would not say. Not at this point in time.
It was time for some truth to come between them. So as he gazed up his little sister. the only living remainder of what he was a small smile almost wanted to grace his features. But he remained stoic and grim... "Who did this to you... to us..." he more stated than asked wondering if she would open up and tell him or keep it locked up inside.
'his thoughts went back to mirasia... she had been tortured in the dungeons for loving him' DON'T EVER LET PETER FIND THIS OUT. XD I don't plan on it dear... LOL
Music: Put me to sleep, Evil Angel. Open your wings, Evil Angel. Fly over me, Evil Angel. Why can't I breathe, Evil Angel? ~ Evil Angel by Breaking benjamin
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Post by Melisande Ardell on May 1, 2009 15:35:23 GMT -5
M E L I S A N D E ;; Melisande was not oblivious to Dagg'or's pain, and it was evident in the way his body hunched over, the way his eyes skimmed over hers, his cracked tone. He simply looked like a broken man, and for half of a second Melisande wondered if it had been good fate that lead them to each other again, or a worse kind. And then she shoved that thought into the back of her mind. Dagg'or was Dagg'or, he had just... changed his personality a bit.
Her look of uncertainty was clear on her face. Her nose was wrinkled, eyes narrowed, and yet, there was conflict there. The side of her that ached for her family wanted her to run over to him, wrap her arms around his shoulders, and reunite. Of course, that simply wasn't possible when she had just seen her brother slaughter innocent (in her eyes) men, crude and brutal though they were. And why was he running with a crowd like that anyway?
He finally told her his true reason for being there. She had heard the name Jadis mentioned once or twice, but it was always in a strained and cautious tone. She didn't react to it, being oblivious to Narnia's politics. But surrender... seemed much. She wasn't sure if she was content he was here getting the monarchs to surrender, for they allowed her slavery, after all, or if she was concerned that a larger threat was being held over the Telmar nation.
"Jadis..."
She said softly to herself, her body visably relaxing as they spoke. Her fingers found her hair, and she started to twirl a strand of it around her index finger. But immediately when Dagg'or asked who had destroyed their family, she stopped and lowered her hands and bit her lip instead.
She was careful to keep her eyes off of Dagg'or now. "His name is Fredrick... and that's all I know. He lives in a castle about thirty miles north east of our... our home." Melisande said cautiously, hating the word home. "I don't know who he is, or why he attacked... but he made it sound like he had a problem with f... father." Again her eyes blinked rapidly, trying to keep herself together. She hesitated for a second, and then regained her strength and continued.
"Carnadine is in Narnia, right?" Melisande asked suddenly. "So you know people in Narnia?" For the first time all night, there was a tinge of excitement in her voice. Perhaps Dagg'or knew of Alyia... or he could find her. Her eyes went back to her brother, and there were faint traces of hope there in. Her lips pressed together, and her movements became more quick, more rapid.
Peter: -bursts in- I KNOW ALL! I am GOD! Me: -pats Peter- Of course, dear. Here, have some Ritalin...
short. sorry.
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Post by Captain Dagg'or Ardell on May 1, 2009 16:02:49 GMT -5
Captain Ardell ;; "Jadis..." He did not like at all how the word sounded on her lips. it did not belong there. His eyes went back to her bundle in her hands. She had been a slave... here... it burned him to the core to think of all she had probably gone through while he had still been a free man. Freedom... such a useless word when it came down to it since no one was ever truly free... at least not in his mind.
We all have chains that bind us to something. He had Mirasia... and now hopefully he had her. The small lingering chain that bound him to his past while the other tugged at him towards an uncertain future. If they in fact, still had one. Things had been strained since her times in the dungeons and he was aware that at this moment the woman he loved was probably seething in self pity an loathing for well... him.
His muscles that had felt weakened and torn began to gain new life as information came from his sisters small voice. Information of whom would be dead before he let this place. "His name is Fredrick... and that's all I know. He lives in a castle about thirty miles north east of our... our home." he didn't like the how broken she looked nor the fact that her gaze was turned away from him. Oh this bastard would pay... he. would. pay. He thought to himself keeping the growl low and threatening though it was not towards her. He could never be angry with her no matter what she had done. She was perfect in his eyes... His baby sister the angel.
"I don't know who he is, or why he attacked... but he made it sound like he had a problem with f... father." Looking away he made a fist with his hand and did his best not to lash out at the tree next to him. It figured it would have been their father's fault, the damn bastard was always in trouble... he had always been no good, at least to him, though not so much to her from what he could recall. "But of course it had to be his fault..." he said grimly more so confirming it to himself than to her.
"Carnadine is in Narnia, right?" The topic quickly changed and so the the air surrounding them. He looked at her curiously as she had asked the question and nodded. "Well it is part of it... yes..." Arching a brow at her he wondered why her sudden interest in Narnia. Then again if he had been a slave in Telmar a change of scenery would be wanted and as far away as humanly possible at that. "So you know people in Narnia?" "Actually I think more people know me than I really know of them..." he added with a proud smirk. Granted he was well known there but also..greatly feared... but she need not know that small detail... yet...
'h The man is MAD i tell you M.A.D!
Music: Well I'm going home, Back to the place where I belong, And where your love has always been enough for me. I'm not running from. No, I think you got me all wrong. I don't regret this life I chose for me. But these places and these faces are getting old, So I'm going home. Well I'm going home. ~ Home by Daughtry
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Post by Melisande Ardell on Jun 29, 2009 0:48:44 GMT -5
M E L I S A N D E ;; Despite his best efforts to keep his growl low, Melisande heard it. She looked up at him again, and her lips twitched, threatening to smile. This was what she had dreamed of, or would have dreamed of if she had known Dagg'or was alive. Someone had to put Fredrick back in his place, had to restore order and justice to Telmar. Of course, Dagg'or's sense of justice and right seemed to be destroying all in his path. Her mind returned to Fredrick, wondering if the wrongs he had commited would ever be dealt with, and she seemed to shrink again. The name wasn't... terrifying to her anymore. She had dealt with the pain it brought emotionally, but her body still reacted to it. She moved back, looked away or down, seemed to move less.
But her eyes returned to her brother across the way. She watched his hand form a fist, and for one strange second she wondered if he was going to hit her. The fear exploded and then vanished as quickly as it had come. "But of course it had to be his fault..." Immediately her eyes narrowed. "It wasn't Father's fault." She said defensively, and the famous Ardell temper seemed to come out again. "He... Fredrick..." She hesitated, looking for the right words to protect her father with. "He overreacted a lot." Again her eyes went away from Dagg'or, reflecting on the times Fredrick had overreacted around her or because of her. Japor, who had 'given' her daughter away had seen more of Fredrick's rage then anyone, but Melisande had seen more then enough to believe the best of her father.
Even now, even at his age Dagg'or despised their father. Melisande never really had reason to, though she knew well enough Dagg'or did. But now... Draken had died a long time ago. Dagg'or simply couldn't let it pass, the wrongs he had done. But the idea that their family had been murdered because of their father... Melisande disliked and scorned the idea.
"Well it is part of it... yes..." Her heart raced wildly, for her opinion of Dagg'or was still mixed, but Melisande had a chance to start her own family. She could live the life she was supposed to have lived, instead of what she had been forced into. "Actually I think more people know me than I really know of them..." He smirked and she hated it, because not only did he sound as if he were quite important over in Narnia, and Mel feared power, but he was proud of it. A frown remained embedded on her face as she debated whether or not to pursue her needs in Narnia. She decided she should wait, not ready to announce to Dagg'or he had a niece.
"Will I have trouble getting in?" She asked quietly. She wasn't sure what Dagg'or intended to do, whether or not he would follow her or if he would continue on his trip in Telmar. She didn't mind either way. In Melisande's mind, Narnia was the end of the rainbow, a place of peace and happiness and no slavery. Of course, she was naive to the witch's ruling and to the imprisoning of the Narnian monarchs. Regardless, it was something she could fret over later.
annnnddddd two months later....
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