Fan Fiction ❯ Dawn's Maiden ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

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Ma'hariah stood there, in her deerskin jerkin that she had made herself, the top of it barely reached her belly-button, and her skirt bottom touched the floor, but had slits up the sides to the hip, so that she had room to move. There was a sword strapped to her back between her wings, and the sword itself had a silver glow to it. She reached behind her, and pulled the sword from it's sheath, then held it out in front of her, blade flat across her chest. On the blade there were ancient runes of power and protection, that glowed crimson, and as she stood there, they began to glow brighter, until the entire sword was engulfed with a bright crimson glow.

Ma'hariah locked eyes with the man holding the child, and she growled out to the man, "Let him go. Now." The man trembled, and gripped the boys arm even tighter, making the child cry out once more. Ma'hariah rushed forward, and struck out at the man's arm, slicing a long, thin mark on the man's forearm. The scratch began to bleed, and the man yelled. He dropped the child's arm, and gripped his own to stop the flow of blood. The child inched slowly away from the man, but did not move toward Ma'hariah, for he was still a little afraid of her, (even though she had just saved him.) The other vendor just stood where he had backed up to, his face pale, his eyes with a wild gleam in them. He began to shake, and Ma'hariah could taste the fear that radiated from him. She gave the man a predatory smirk, and began to walk toward him. The man gave a small cry, and stumbled backward, falling to the ground. The little child giggled at the man's plight, and Ma'hariah smiled at the sound. She turned to the boy, and held out her hand once more, but this time, there were small talons in place of her fingernails. The boy looked up frightened, and took a small step back. Ma'hariah cringed, it seemed that even the people she tries to help end up fearing her. As she pondered this, the small boy had taken hold of her hand, and was tugging to get her attention. After one especially hard pull, Ma'hariah was startled enough to look around, and then look down with glee at the sight of the boy, no longer afraid of her. The boy pulled on her hand once more, and gave her a small smile, that lit up his face. She smiled back at him, and then sighed. The boy tugged her arm again, then spoke to her with a very tired voice, "I want to thank you Miss. If it wasn't for you, then my sister and I would have gone hungry the rest of this week. We have not been able to have a decent meal ever since our mother died." Ma'hariah nodded, then waved for the boy to be silent, as her body tensed at the sudden silence. Suddenly there was small whoosh and Ma'hariah felt her side go numb.

The boy cried out at the sight of an arrow now imbedded into his savior's right side, and tried to help her stay upright, but he couldn't catch her, as she collapsed. Ma'hariah clasped the boy's hand, and told him to go ahead and leave her there, she would be alright. The small boy shook his head, and then ducked when he felt another arrow pass by his ear. He turned around where he knelt, and stared in fright at the two vendors now supporting each other to once again fire. Suddenly the air became warm, and where the child held Ma'hariah's hand began to burn hotter. He could feel something very strange was going to happen, and he didn't know if he wanted to be there when it did. He dropped a kiss on Ma'hariah's cheek, then ran off. Ma'hariah smiled, and then looked at the men above her, straining to sit up when she sees one of the men turning to shoot her small friend. She gave a small screech, and stood with a little difficulty. She picked up her sword, and silently approached the two men. The men turned, sensing their approaching deaths, and whimpered when they saw the strange woman standing in front of them. Ma'hariah gave them a grim smile, and thrust her sword through the first vendors chest, tearing through his heart in seconds, and ripping through his back, bloodying the ground, until a large puddle had formed, and she whispered into the now dead man's ear. "You should have listened to me when I said you were not to try to harm a child." She pulled her sword back through his body, and shook it, as the body thumped to the ground, to rid Kailenda sword's name of the man's cooling blood. She turned to the fruit vendor, and watched as he struggled to put another arrow into his crossbow. She softly growled, and caught his attention. He looked up sharply, and seeing her walking toward him, dropped the crossbow, and began to run away. Before he got even three feet from where he had first been standing, there where two silver knives imbedded into his thighs, dropping him to the ground. He flipped himself over, and sobbed loudly as Ma'hariah continued to walk slowly toward him. She reached the man, and knelt down, pulling his head up so that she could whisper in his ear. She dropped the man once she was finished, and yanked her knives from him, and wiped them on his shirt, then stood up to walk away. She turned back once. "Remember what I say, and never forget. I will be watching." She turned back, and let her glamour drop back over her image, then peeked out of the alleyway, and seeing no one watching, calmly strolled out.

As the man called out for someone to help him, his mind replayed the strange woman's words, over and over. "Don't tell anyone what you saw today. I don't care what you say hurt you, but the child and I are not in your story. If I find out that you have chased that boy down, I will come back, and I will finish what I started." He shuddered as he remembered her eyes glowing eerily. "Remember my words, Sir, and remember them well. I will be watching" He shuddered once more, and came to himself when he heard some people shouting. He watched them run over, and yelled out for help. They rushed to him, and he told them a story of how he and the other vendor were attacked by some vandals. The people rushed the fruit vendor, and the dead vendor off, and as the left, the fruit vendor looked back at the rusty red puddle where the other's body had lain, and once again he heard those words rush through his head. "Remember, I am always watching."

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