Risen

Chapter 2

The Lord's processor was a stout man with a rather large stomach. He bellowed out for people to speak up causing them to practically scream at him. He usually replied with a, "yes, yes you are on the list move on," or "you were not identified, step aside." I watched as the two groups grew larger and larger, dreading my own turn. "Next!" I was shoved forward and fell in front of the processor.

"Name?"

"Annora..." I hesitated.

"Annora, what?" The processor prompted. I remained silent as I scrambled to think of a false name to give him. "Today girl!" he snapped.

"Annora Havenridge."

"You were not identified, step aside." he swatted his hand towards the second group. I quickly made my way over to the group and waited for the next direction. Would we be turned away? "Those identified may head inside and be placed in their new homes and with their new jobs. Those who were not identified will need to follow the guards to the dungeon till they are questioned and cleared of all suspicions."

"The dungeon!" I shouted. "Why? We have not done anything wrong."

"Quiet girl and go." one of the guards shoved me. Turning quickly, I punched him in the face. He crumpled to the ground. Shit I put too much force behind it. Four more guards surrounded me. Fuck. I assumed a battle stance and placed a hand on my sword.

"Stop it!" Irving yelled over the commotion but I could not stop. The fire within rejoiced as I blocked incoming fists and feet. I dodged a kick to my side but got a swift punch to the face. I growled at the attacker and punched him in the face. I finally snapped out of my fiery trance to see soldiers laying on the ground or trying to stand back up. Reinforcements were running into the area and the refugees were all being circled. "Take them all to the dungeon!" The processor shouted as he cowered behind the wave of incoming soldiers.

"Wait!" I said raising my hands in the air. "Please do not harm them. It was all me!"

"I bet she is a criminal trying to get into our kingdom!" The guards pulled their swords and began to advance.

"No! I was just upset over your treatment of refugees!"

"To. The. Dungeon." A soldier said holding his sword in front of me.

"I will go and harm no one but you cannot put my actions on everyone here. I was just upset and lost control of my temper."

"You will all go!" The Lord's processor said.

"I will go and endure any treatment necessary for what I have done, but you will not harm any of the others. I will not go peacefully if you harm any of them. This I promise you." I warned switching back into a battle stance.

"She will go regardless."

"Try me." I said drawing my sword from its sheath.

"His Lordship has decided that he will accept this deal," the Lord's processor said, sighing. I replaced my sword back in it's hilt and then next thing I knew I was thrust into darkness.

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Pain. That was the first thing I felt. More specifically pain in my head. I attempted to touch my head but I couldn't. My limbs were restrained. What. The. Fuck. I opened my eyes and blinked at the sudden light. I was in a small chamber that actually had multiple windows. This is not what I was thinking of when I thought of a dungeon. I was tied to a chair. I looked around and saw my sword leaning against the wall. Well at least I knew where that was. It was the last thing I had of my father and I intended not to lose it. Now came the worst time of being a captive. The wait. Someone would come for me, but I am not sure when.