Just then a wave of fire melted the snow under her feet. Isis slipped and fell abruptly, banging her forehead against the wet ground. Black spots invaded her sight for a few moments, her forearms stung even more from contact with the cold water. She moaned in pain and rolled over to lie on her back. She was breathing heavily. The Dragon stared at her waiting for the order to spit fire until she was consumed in flames.
"Track!" the warrior shouted appearing next to the Dragon, "No, that is enough," he ordered. The Dragon growled in protest. "I know but our master wants her alive," the Sliver warrior explained to it, while walking to the form of the little girl lying on the frozen, snow covered ground. Isis wanted to move, to get away from them but she just couldn't. Her body would not react and her sight was blurred.
She managed to sit up, dizziness washed over her as she did. A thin line of blood trickled down her forehead. The warrior knelt in front of her. Isis looked into his blue eyes. She was on the verge of tears.
"Please," she begged, her head was spinning and she was struggling not to vomit. The warrior tilted his head.
"You are really young, Isis Blizzard." he commented bitterly.
"Please, I want to go home." She pleaded as two tears escaped her eyes. The warrior smirked.
"You have a new home now," he replied coldly while lifting her from the ground and throwing her over his shoulder.
"The girl is here, Sir Rigus." A young servant girl informed him respectfully with a quick curtsy, Rigus smiled at her. He was sitting on his bed with his slightly muscled torso bare. He was not a fan of clothes; he had always believed that he descendant from barbarians because of that, he only needed to wear the part of his clothes that covered from the waist down. He would always leave his torso naked, showing his strength as he believed they did.
"That is good news, Greta" he replied pleased; as his Lord was not known for his patience "Where is she?" he asked impatiently standing up.
"In the backyard, Sir, the Dragon and Sliver warrior have just arrived," she hastened to reply.
"Good," Rigus stated walking out of his room. He walked through the long hallway that ran the entire length of the hideout. There were a few candles here and there lighting the way, but most of the hallway was still in shadows. When he reached the exit and stepped out, his eyes widened in shock.
There was a small girl sitting on the ground, her white dress was torn, forearms burnt. He could see those wounds were already healing, but there was another wound on her forehead this one was fresh with thin lines of blood running down her face. She was sobbing quietly, her body shaking slightly; her eyes swollen and tears were still rolling uncontrollably down her cheeks. Her lips were purple, probably because of the cold.
"What have you done to her?" Rigus demanded of the Sliver warrior as he walked towards the girl.
"Nothing, she was easy to catch," The warrior said arrogantly, "Your men are obviously failures." Rigus glared at the warrior.
"They did their best," Rigus snarled as he knelt in front of the girl. Terrorized she scooted backwards on her hands and feet trying to get away from the man before her. "Shh, I am not going to hurt you, Isis," he cooed. She shook her head no, furiously. He knew she did not believe him.
"Where is my master?" the warrior requested as he folded his arms across his chest.
"He's gone. He will be back in a few hours," Rigus replied staring at the girl. She frowned and looked away from him.
"I will wait for him here." the warrior stated.
"Do as you please, I will take the girl inside," Rigus said dismissing him as he offered his hand to her but she crawled even further away. He sighed; she was obviously not going to cooperate. He did not want to imagine what the Dragon or Sliver warrior had done to her that she was so scared.
"Be careful, she scratches and bites hard," The warrior said glaring at the little girl. Rigus lifted her up and threw her over his shoulder.
"No!" the little girl screamed kicking and hitting Rigus. She sank her nails into his bare back. Rigus winced but continued walking. He was more than used to pain.
Rigus felt remorse for a moment thinking the girl seemed to be so small that she was probably only five or six years old. Why did the Lord want her? Was he going to hurt her? Rigus was an assassin but he knew it was cruel to hurt someone as young as this girl.
He reached the maids' quarters. "Greta!" he shouted, putting the little girl on the ground. Greta came as fast as she could.