Chapter
31
That
night in Nocotee, Gwendolyn tossed and turned in her bed. Annabelle and Nixie were staying in the guest
room. She knew that her people wouldn’t
stand a chance against Varkus’s army, and if she didn’t do anything they’d all
be dead. With that thought burning in
her mind she got up and began to pace across her sleeping quarters.
“What
am I going to do?” she said to herself.
“If
I don’t go we are going to be killed, if I go I could be killed…but I know what
I have to do.” Gwen got up and started
changing.
When she finished getting dressed she was
wearing a very figure flattering outfit.
She had on a corset top made form vines, with a boat neck styled
neckline and sleeves. She wore leggings
made out of spiders silk, with a short leaf skirt over it. As for shoes, she had on a pair of boots made
of the scales on a pinecone and painted green.
She grabbed a stone sword from her closet, and tied it around her
waist. Gwen pulled her hair into a
braid, weaving her flower crown into her platinum hair. She didn’t pack anything other than the
sword, and took off into the night.
She traveled for a few hours before
reaching the border, where she found the Hobgoblins sound asleep. Gwen carefully crawled under the divider
where she heard a familiar voice,
“Where
do you think you’re going?”
“Of
course, it’s you,” Gwen sighed sarcastically, before looking up and staring
Varkus in the eye.
“You
don’t seem too happy to see me,” Varkus replied, extending his hand to Gwen.
“I
can get up on my own. I don’t need help
from a filthy piece of scum like yourself, Varkus,” Gwen snapped, standing up.
“Anyway,
why are you here?” Varkus asked, running his hands through his hair as he
cleared his throat.
“To
talk to you actually,” Gwen replied, tugging at her earlobe.
“Oh?
About what?”
“About
the fact that your Crognards have crossed the border. Why are you here?” she asked, raising an
eyebrow.
“To
kill you, but…,” he sighed deeply.
Gwendolyn looked up at him expectantly.
“But
I can’t…,”
“What?”
Gwen asked, slapping a hand over her mouth.
“I
can’t kill you,” he replied under his breath.
“Why?”
“Because…,”
“Because
why?”
“Does
there have to be a reason?” Varkus grumbled.
“I
can’t do it,” he replied.
“But
why?”
“I
said I can’t! Ok?” Varkus yelled, not remembering the Hobgoblins on guard.
“Why…?”
Gwen asked, stunned at what she just heard.
Soon she and Varkus were chained together and led by three Hobgoblins,
spears in hand, to a dark black pit.
“Where
are we?” Varkus asked, never being here before.
“The
Pit of Gwendoldwarf,” she replied.
“The
pit of what?” Varkus asked again, still confused.
“This
is where Maybella lives,”
“Who’s
Maybella?”
“You’ll
see…,” Gwen said biting her lip.
