“Who are you?” I asked the figure before me.
I waited for a reply but only the thunder answered.
I sighed and shuffled my feet. I rolled my shoulders in preparation.
I cocked my head to the side a let a faint mocking smile play along my lips.
A faint growl sounded past nature’s song. I knew that it wasn’t a wolf or any other beastie in the forest but rather from the figure in front of me.
“You dare laugh at me?” The figure spat out.
The voice is male, yet why did he move the way he did?
A shiver skittered down my spine to the tips of my toes.
“What are you?” I asked instead of answering his question.
I widened my stance and transferred my weight from the balls of my feet to my toes. I bounced lightly and brought the Katana up slowly. He took a step forward into the moon light and faced me with a malicious smile.
A little flicker of fear fluttered inside my stomach.
Oh, this very bad, I thought to myself.
With long jet black hair pulled into a braid that stopped mid- thigh, glittering silver/blue eyes, wide masculine jaw, a high and proud fore-head, two black eyebrows slashed in rugged lines above his eyes, broad shoulders, big chest covered with a thick matt of hair, a trim waist that looked as if it had not one inch of fat with a sheathed sword resting there, long legs covered in black jeans that hugged muscular thighs, and bare feet, that looked muscular too!
For all his appearance was worth, he lives up to his reputation of kill now, ask those pesky questions later, but I knew that I had to stall him and figure out a way to get away from him, because I knew that within no time he will be able to impale me with his sword without breaking a sweat and messing up his braid.
“The king of The Wild Hunt himself has come to play; how wonderful.” I drawled sarcastically.
His lip curled in disdain.
“You’re in no position to make jokes girl.” He growled.
I swallowed the growing ball of fear and flexed my fingers.
“I’ll make as many jokes as I wish, my king” He tensed at the obvious insult, and his lip impossibly curled more.
I clenched my teeth at the feel of my muscles starting to weaken and shake with effort.
The king of The Wild Hunt laughed a short menacing laugh and slowly unsheathed his sword.
Damn, I guess I’m going to have to fight him, I thought.
“Why are you here?” I asked abruptly even though I already knew the answer.
“You have violated the honour of the Tuatha De’Danann and your death will be the demanding payment of the violation.” He stated calmly.
I watched in fear like a frozen rabbit as the tip of his sword left the scabbard and the moonlight caress it as if it were a lover. But the only thing this sword loves is to bathe in the blood of its masters enemies.
And I'm currently one of them. Damn.
“The honour of the Tuatha De’Danann no longer exists. The courts are full with murderers and rapists. I will rather feast with the humans then live among monsters. I have honour not like those petty monsters.” I said in disgust.
His lips twitched in mockery.
“You call going against your people, your blood honourable?” He said in outrage.
“They went against me long ago!” I roared.
He watched through his glittering eyes and as each second ticked by his expression grew stormier by the second.
I risked a quick glance down and saw the blade of the Katana quivered in sync with the vibrations from my exhausted muscles.
A low chuckle sound from the King. I snapped my head up and took a slight step backward.
“What’s wrong Ariah? A little afraid to spar with your king?” He teased.
“I will never be afraid to finally kill you.” I said through gritted teeth.
I let out a battle dry and charged with the Katana hefted above my breast and newfound strength. He met me halfway with a metallic clang from our swords. My teeth rattled at the force of his hit, I quickly regained my footing and spun and landed a solid kick to the back of his knee, his leg started to buckle but he locked his knees and snapped out his fist.
It connected with my nose with a sickening crack. Blood spurted and ran down the lower half of my face; I grimaced at the coppery taste of my blood.
I shrugged off the pain and swung the Katana in a short arc toward his jugular, but he brought his sword up and met me stroke for vicious stroke. I struggled to maintain my strength and balance and I knew that he was holding back most of his strength, he could’ve killed me a thousand times over yet he’s holding back. Why?
I feigned left and swung my right foot into his stomach; he let out a loud whoosh, but continued parrying. Feeling my frustration build I slammed the Katana into his sword with all of the strength I could muster, our connecting blades created a few sparks and out loud metal clang.
Abruptly he backed off and circled me. I swiped at the trickling blood from my nose, and tracked his movements with my eyes. I instantly brightened when I caught his subtle limp and strained look to his expression.
I was about to make a mocking comment when a faint whistle sounded in the air.
I watched in shock and horror as a three-foot arrow imbedded its-self inside the kings’ chest. His eyes widened and his sword slipped from his hand and landed with a muted thud of the forest floor. He looked down and pulled the arrow out. Blood squirted out and dribbled down his hair-matted chest and disappeared down the waistband of his jeans.
He dropped to his knees; his eyes rolled back into his head and he toppled over in a dead faint.
I gaped down at him in surprise.
I looked back and forth from the fallen king and my Katana.
How tempting it would be…
“Ariah, you have been very naughty, haven’t you my dear?” A female voice teased from behind me.
My blood froze in my veins.
I had hoped to never hear that voice again