Shackles Of The Past

Chapter 3

There was once a time when all people believed in God,

and the church ruled.

This time was called the dark ages.

~ Richard Lederer

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"Dragsholm is the start," Someone spoke with a calm tone, a tone that only belonged to a presence one could acknowledge. "The castle comes next. Your arrival to the kingdom is all part of the plan where someone’s fate lies in your hands, Medusa. Is that what you seek to know?”

'This wasn't anywhere close our bargain,' Medusa reminded. 'Why do i have to finish part of your job?' Medusa asked once she got to the familiar deserted castle. The darkness matching with her existence but not close enough to the girl with similar features.

Medyse, her inner soul shrugged. "There are far important things I need to handle." She walked towards a small table and picked a glass and sat on a couch nearby. "You must know that the black stone is one final touch that lies within that kingdom.” She asked in a staid and grave tone as she sipped whatever was in the glass.

'How does the death of Arthur Hawthorn relates with the black stone?'

"He wields it." She replied dutifully. “He has been wielding it over the time. Mostly after the war that transpired with the devil, he became a demon holding a sacred possession belonging to the creature of the dark.”

‘Angel?’

“Was,” She corrected. “You know about that tale, don’t you? Where the sour fruit now lives.”

The girl didn’t respond. Rather, she walked towards an empty space and picked up dead things. She looked at Medyse who sat wearing an acknowledged expression, one that morphed how captivating her appearance was, and how frightening her aura oozed before looking back at the things she picked. With cold gaze as usual, the twigs and roots which she began to eat. The same terrible hiss escaped her throat, but this time much bearable.

"That’s better,” She heard her comment. “It is important to note that he could be, perhaps, not as easy as your preys are. This one is quite interesting... and dangerous too." With that same side grin, she sipped from the glass, amusement flashing in her eyes.

Medusa turned back, avoiding that torturous gaze that seemed to eat whatever empty that was in her. 'His destiny is one thing that cannot be prevented, with or without his death. You are aware the implications of meddling with its course,'

"Sometimes, a little patience is enough for everything to fall into the right place. Patience," Medyse emphasized.

'You speak of patience like you know what it means. Time is not on our side.'

"Who says we can't control it? I need this piece, or I’ll punish you further. You failed me the last time,"

'How long is this going to take?' Medusa ignored her.

"Worth the time," There was an unnerving smile on her lips when Medusa looked at her through her shoulder. “All you need to do is acquire the stone, first thing foremost. Killing him would be easier when he’s closer. Did I fill your burning curiosity on why you have to be in Dragsholm?”

‘I need details if I’m to kill someone, Medyse. His weaknesses could help. But if you plan to kill him your way, you will have to do it yourself.’

“I don’t have the body,” Medyse responded. “You’ll know all you wish to when we get there. Is that enough?”

‘You’ll punish me if I don’t. Do I have a choice?’

“That’s why your mission relates to slavery.”

'All this for what? What do I gain?'

"What do you want?"

There was a long silence between them when Medusa gave her a familiar look.

She laughed. "What more do you desire than to rule over mortals and the earth under your feet?"

'It is what you desire, not I.’ and she turned to leave.

"Let's make a deal then,” Medyse proposed, the sudden words ringing the latter's ears like a salvation. "I have your body on the full moon and I shall grant you the increase of your life count."

Medusa gave her a hard glare, 'That's more of blackmail,'

"I will reduce your consequence and increase your life count in exchange. Think about all you will achieve without counting your days, calculating your nights, and measuring your breath, if you want to have your body alone. I'm sure you're smarter than that," She stood up, striding in elegance as she approached Medusa. "Do we have a deal?”

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CROAK!

Cold water splashed Medusa's skin and her eyes shot open, basking her into a common reality. The soldiers poured the rest on the other captives that were still fast asleep. The exhaustion of the previous day was as a result of their deep slumber.

"The next time you all sleep like dead logs, I will walk you to your graves. Now move!" A lean man with scarred face threatened gravely. He had a scowl attached to his face as he watched the captives struggle to get on their feet to begin the deleterious journey of the day.

The sun as usual, hid somewhere behind a gray blanket of low clouds. It was going to be yet another dreary day, devoid of any hint of warmth. There was a gentle breeze, creating the soft sound of rustling leaves.

The woody incense of thousands of leaves matting the forest floor, dominated the nostrils. The branches will bend to the will of the whispering breeze, the thick air blotting the entire forest. Yet, they journeyed ahead.

The captives would sometimes stop, and be whipped by their captors, and so the survivors game started playing. Few hours of walking barefoot, one of the captives suddenly collapsed, causing the others to fall alongside.

"Get on your feet," One of the soldiers dismounted his horse with heavy steps. He approached the young girl who could barely stand, and gripped her hair harshly. She cried at the pressure while she struggled causing the man to smack her face.

And a cry escaped her lips.

“Get up,” he scowled, dragging her up, but her knees were too weak to give in. Her lips were dried and chapped as she moved them to whimper, her face with bruise from the earlier smack.

"W-water..." She begged exasperatedly. “… t-thirsty. Please…” with tears rolling down her swollen face. At first, he looked at her without any response, but the next minute, he laughed, the sound frightening giving a cause for alarm.

"Water... thirsty," He mimicked in scorn and ridicule. “You might as well request for food. Aren’t you hungry?”

She was too tired to nod and instead, she lowered her head.

“Or maybe I'm not with a chest to feed you. It seemed you were crying to your mama. Where is she?" He moved his head to search. "I see no one. Helloo… Food, are you there? Where are you? Oh, I almost forgot you are thirsty and need to drink,” There was uproar of laughter from the soldiers at his gibe play. He joined their laughter before dragging her hair with much pressure. Gone was the amused look.

"Ah!" She yelped, grieving at the sudden dirge, with her body trembling.

"You want water, don't you?" He queried, and she beckoned in melancholy. “Alright then.” was his conclusion giving anticipation to their spectators. Half the audience was expecting something else but got a whole worse in return.

The lean man peeled off his pant and let it drop to his feet. His organ displayed naked in the open of which he acquiesced without much thinking.

The girl muffled a scream and pulled her face away, burying it behind her thick locks of hair. But she was dragged to face him.

"N-no... p-please..." She lamented when he dragged her face forward, closer to where this member stood erect.

"Now open that mouth of yours," He demanded, feigning adamant to her pleas.

"I-I'm sorry... ” At her words, he burst in laughter, dragging her forward to where his member were just few inches apart from her face.

"Don't make me repeat myself." He warned in a cold tone, receiving cries and gasps.

"P-please..." She stammered as she trembled, sniveling in vulnerability.

"You are thirsty and I want to pee. Why waste it on the trees, when someone is in need of it, hmm? In my dictionary, it’s called generosity." The girl wailing spoke next. “Don’t be shy,” he coaxed halfheartedly. “It wouldn’t hurt. Open up while I’m still kind.”

"D-don-"

"Open your mouth!" She flinched at the tone of his voice which had gotten a thousand times colder than before. So did the others. With great difficulty, she opened her mouth. "Good girl..." And he started peeing into her mouth. She tried breaking free from his grip but he was too strong for her too handle. As the pee kept spurting into her mouth and rushing to the ground, she squirmed in agony with tears flowing like molten lava.

"Now swallow." She whimpered in disgust as she gulped, his gaze scrutinizing every movement of hers. At her expression, he laughed in amusement. He pushed her backwards and dragged his pants back to his waist.

The girl whimpered, her head lowered to the ground, the ache shooting up and down her body. Something rushed up to her throat, and she curled to her sides and vomited.

“Wasted,” he tched, his eyes diverting. The soldier looked at the frightened captives and laughed at the scene. "That was fun, wasn’t it?" he cheered darkly. Then, "Who else is thirsty?" The silence was his amusement. It made him feel power. The superiority he always wanted. "No one?" he mocked as he gazed at each faces one after the other. “I might be kinder to any who’s thirsty. There’s more than enough water,” he said.

“More than enough pee,” Xavier said, pulling the reigns of his horses to start walking.

“We should get going by now,” The weather had started changing. The birds no longer roamed the sky, as it was empty with heaviness. The downpour would be intense. “Why I hate Dragsholm.” A small croak startled the person who spoke, as they neared a landscape with ominous sky.

“Hop on, let’s move!” The brunette man said, and the captives started moving. The walk slow and torturing.

As for the lean man, he huffed, looking at the ominous clouds ahead that was still farther from them. First, they had to cross the border. And then, the Kingdom.

A shiver ran through his spine, but he shook it off. With certainty he will get no response, he walked back to his horse. “Start moving!” he ordered, climbing on his horse.

They just had to deliver the lime of slaves for the buyers-

'I'm thirsty,'

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A/N: Hello readers and welcome to my first published work! ^.^ [squeals]

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So, on a short detail, this book is about a girl with two souls. A soul void of emotions and one of vengeance; Medusa and Medyse. Long ago, there lived a half human and half witch gifted with the ability of a seer but known to be a creature of the dark. Her foreseeing ability brought her to be murdered by her very own race when she protected them against death. Her name was Medyse.

Medusa, abandoned by people, sold by her family, and suffers as a slave but her aim was residing in that kingdom. Her very mission began there. She is to eliminate humans, but encounters a Long Lost past that has been buried, which begun to resurrect, fragments and pieces. Days turned weeks, weeks to month, and months to years, and the question still remained; would there be a change in destiny?

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