Betrayal Of Family: An Amache Drabble (There is violence in this one.)
This is a story based off of my character in a friend's story. :)“How are you doing this fine day, Ms. Amache?” A smooth voice asked, startling her out of her meditation.
“Linet’s advisor, I presume?” Amache said, her voice cold, laced with hidden annoyance. Kurtis smirked slightly, amused by her reaction.
“indeed I am. She has sent me to request for your help.” He replied, his voice calm and cool. Amache’s interest peaked; she nodded slightly, a subtle action telling him to continue.
“She has assigned you to find a human camp, and to take the plans from there. They have apparently captured one of our soldiers, so it would be helpful to rescue him as well.” Amache, with newfound energy, stood up and began to collect weapons on the walls of her room. A small bag lay hidden against the wall, with an eerie black aura around it. Amache grabbed the bag and laid it out on her desk. Inside, she pulled out three small daggers, all engraved with a single word ‘Quenya’, a phrase that Kurtis knew all too well. It meant revenge.
“Why haven’t you left?” She asked, curiosity peaked. Kurtis coughed awkwardly, sensing a tense atmosphere.
“She has.. requested that I join you.” He replied, shifting in his place. Amache clicked her tongue in annoyance.
“Does she see me as weak?” Amache hissed, annoyance no longer hidden.
“I do not believe so. She wanted me to come along because I can recognize which prisoner is our soldier.” Amache pondered for a bit, finding the excuse reasonable. For now.
“Just don’t get in my way.” She said, as she grabbed her bag and left the room, Kurtis following. Stepping out into the sun, Amache looked forward as she began the trek in the woods. Silence befell the unlikely duo, as the animals in the area skittered around. Kurtis, deep in thought, never noticed what he was staring at. Amache looked behind her, and saw him looking at her… backside. “Typical.” She muttered as she shook her head in exasperation. “Come, let's go.” She signaled with a wave of her hand. She felt movement in the north, her shadows reaching far. They stalked through the woods, the soft whistle of wind being the only sound. They came upon a clearing, with tents set up around a circle of wood. All was eerily still, with no movement heard.
“Strange is it not…” He whispered, his breath tickling her neck. A shiver ran down her spine, surprisingly. Amache mused in silence wondering why. Kurtis began silently forward, but was pulled back forcefully by Amache.
“What are you doing you imbecile?” She hissed, her eyes narrowed with annoyance, and a twinge of.. concern? Before he could comment on it, her eyes flashed back to normal. Annoyance was placed on his features, as he didn’t like being referred to as stupid. He huffed and pulled himself from her grasp, before he strode into the clearing showing no concern or fear on his face. Big mistake. There was a flash in the corner of his eye, and was thrown back by a huge force. Amache growled in anger and annoyance before she lunged into the clearing and threw her blade. A gasp was heard followed by metal crashing to the ground. “Told you to be careful, you moron.” She said, as she helped Kurtis up. The sound of metal clanking around them caused them to revert to a stance of offence. Guards surrounded them all, some carrying torches while others carried a variation of weapons. Amache smiled crookedly, a gleam in her eye. “So, how good are you with fighting, Elf?” She teased, while Kurtis smirked back a plan formulating in his eyes.
“Quite well, if I do say so myself.” He answered, in a mocking tone. Amache and him stood back to back, as the soldiers marched forward, closing onto them. They all looked hesitant to fight, as Amache’s infamous reputation had reached all across the armies. Amache whistled a short note, and then she lunged. The real battle had begun.
It was a clash of swords and maces, all charging towards the two elves. An inhumanly screech sounded, as blood splattered against the forest floor. Amache danced with her swords, in an elegant yet dangerous dance, her moves quick and deadly like a viper’s. One by one the soldiers fell to her blade. Kurtis heaved a broadsword and swung it, demolishing wave after wave. It seemed as if they kept coming, take down one, and another took their place. The soldiers were getting bulkier as the two kept destroying the ranks, all locked in a tango of death. Kurtis nor Amache seemed to give in to the exhaustion of battle.
“I actually cared for you.” Amache said weakly, laughing at her own foolishness. “But I know now it was in vain. I should have left you to die.” She finished with her voice icy cold. Daniee gasped, fake hurt evident on her face.
“Amache, Amache, Amache… You think I actually cared about that? You must have been very stupid to think I would care for a demon.” She said, with a smirk. “Kurtis” Daniee said, her voice sweet like honey, “Let us go.” Kners stood and nodded. He looked back to Amache’s wide silver eyes, and in his eyes she saw reluctance and an unspoken apology. Daniee kissed Kurtis’ cheek and they walked hand in hand, leaving Amache on her knees, her blood staining the grass below. The remaining soldiers charged at her, weapons on fire. Amache tried to get up, but one of the soldier shot an arrow of fire into her arm. She choked back a silent sob, and then screeched, wailing into the night, her pain flowing through her mouth. Her voice echoed her thoughts and feelings. The feeling of whips beating on her back, and metal breaking her skin reminded her of a situation long ago. She screeched louder, not in pain but in anger. The soldiers stopped and covered their ears, stumbling back slightly. Rage consumed her as she clawed at the first man closest to her. Primal instinct took over, and she bit into the unlucky soldier’s throat. A scream of terror was heard, but Amache didn’t care. She smiled in contempt as the soldier’s blood ran onto the grass, mixing with her owns. She stood up from the ground slowly, her form morphing into something dangerous. Something unknown to man. It struck fear in the hearts of the guards, and they all stood frozen. They all felt a sinister presence wrapping around them. Tentacle-like shadows burst from her back and then she attacked. She screeched loudly, shaking the earth. The trees quivered in fear. This was the ultimate demon. The queen of all darkness. This was what happened when she was near death. Her primal demon was malicious and wasn’t in any sort of control. The only thing in her mind was the desire of death. As she sliced through the guards, tearing them to pieces, she marveled at all the blood on the ground.
“๔єคtђ ђคร ภ๏ฬ ς๏๓є. αη∂ уσυ... αяє αℓℓ ιηνιтє∂ тσ DIE!” She cackled madly, all of Amache was gone. Now replaced with the manifestation of hatred. Slicing and screams were heard throughout the night. The demon inside calmed down, and with all of her power drained, faded back to Amache. She was once again on her knees, panting. Everything ached as Amache dragged herself towards the road. She felt on fire, her muscles screaming in protest.
Amache’s breathing slowed down, as things became blurry. Everything started to spin. She had now accepted death.
“L i n e t … F o r g i v e m e … I h a v e f a i l e d y o u … ” And her final breath was let out.
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