The Peons-Personal Narrative

I must use caution though, it would seem this petty band is equipped with weapons made of silver, oh dear, Fredrick must really have taken that drinking incident personally to put so much effort into robbing me. I suppose it's time to remind him of why my realm is much larger than his! Sure my quiver is near empty from dealing with a few would be assassins earlier this evening, but twelve arrows will suffice for this ploy of mine. Twelve arrows with my signature blood soaked feathers, inscribed with my initials glowing like a lamp. As an added challenge, I won't need a single arrow to kill, this night, my blades are the only weapons allowed to draw blood. Speaking of blood, I really should take a bite out of one of these peons. Much time …show more content…
Surely there must be some silver back wolves roaming about, playing games with their prey. Or maybe a grizzly bear or two. Or maybe I can turn the wolves and the bears on each other, the ensuing clash of howls and roars would draw a fraction of the fools away, why not? Not more than a second after coming up with such a plan do I see a lone individual stray from the encampment, away from the comfort, away from the safety, away, from the sight of her companions. A new master plan comes to mind, yes, a plan to eclipse all others, a plan in which this young woman is the catalyst of the entire thing, what could Fredrick have been thinking sending her …show more content…
Taking this time to allow my ears to finally find some use; listening to how the rings of her chainmail scrape and ring sharply against each other. She is making this far too easy for me, yes, even if I were to put my eyes to rest she still could be found. My moment finally arrives when the familiar sounds of running urine strike my ears like burning oil. My descent shall be and methodical. A gentle climb down my current tree, continuing my approach of silence within the shadow of the O so beautiful dark. It rewards my fiendish self by allowing the overgrowth to have grown so wild in the recent months like a steadily growing flame, brushes spiraling densely like a thick shadow. Within it I shall set my plot into motion, starting with this broad shouldered woman here. The melody of her voice more specifically, because she is to be the diva to this little opera of