Forty Days of Flash Fic: Day Ten
Jun. 29th, 2012 04:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jeriendhalThey were stripped of their robes and had their arms folded and bound behind them, then they were stuffed into a van and driven for nearly an hour, before being pulled out and and brought into a tall golden palace/administration center.
"Where are we going?" Maria whispered to Tez.
"Trial and execution I'm guessing, not necessarily in that order," he whispered back.
"Silence!" one of the Not-Maria guards shouted.
"Yes, yes. 'Resistance is useless,'" Tez muttered softly. Maria bit down hard on her lip. Now was not the time to burst out in panic induced laughter.
They were dragged into a high chambered... Yes it was definitely a throne room. Though the throne itself, a surprisingly plain and uncomfortable looking granite construction, was empty.
"Kneel before the Center of Power," the Guard Captain growled.
"Do it," Tez advised. "It's not worth the beating right now." Maria nodded and knelt with him on the floor, all of the guards save the Captain himself joining them.
"Immortal One," the Guard Captain announced to the empty throne. "We bring you a renegade Swan-Kin and her elf slave. They claim to have arrived from the Barbarian Lands and have no papers."
Swan-Kin? Maria thought.
There was a shimmering in the air above the throne, then a face appeared, floating in nothingness. To Maria's artistic eye it looked like a sketch brought to life, all inked lines with no color. A bald head with an elf's pointed ears, it wasn't until it spoke that she recognized it.
"Who are you?" The head paused, focusing on Tez. "Who dares mock the Immortal One by wearing Our face?"
"A giant floating head," Tez muttered again. "I am becoming cliched in my old age."
"Where are we going?" Maria whispered to Tez.
"Trial and execution I'm guessing, not necessarily in that order," he whispered back.
"Silence!" one of the Not-Maria guards shouted.
"Yes, yes. 'Resistance is useless,'" Tez muttered softly. Maria bit down hard on her lip. Now was not the time to burst out in panic induced laughter.
They were dragged into a high chambered... Yes it was definitely a throne room. Though the throne itself, a surprisingly plain and uncomfortable looking granite construction, was empty.
"Kneel before the Center of Power," the Guard Captain growled.
"Do it," Tez advised. "It's not worth the beating right now." Maria nodded and knelt with him on the floor, all of the guards save the Captain himself joining them.
"Immortal One," the Guard Captain announced to the empty throne. "We bring you a renegade Swan-Kin and her elf slave. They claim to have arrived from the Barbarian Lands and have no papers."
Swan-Kin? Maria thought.
There was a shimmering in the air above the throne, then a face appeared, floating in nothingness. To Maria's artistic eye it looked like a sketch brought to life, all inked lines with no color. A bald head with an elf's pointed ears, it wasn't until it spoke that she recognized it.
"Who are you?" The head paused, focusing on Tez. "Who dares mock the Immortal One by wearing Our face?"
"A giant floating head," Tez muttered again. "I am becoming cliched in my old age."
