CHAPTER 22
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“You call that guerilla warfare”, Elena crawled out of the bed and stood up. “Lessons from my daddy always work” she added.
“How the hell did you manage all that so damn fast?! “asked Newark .
“A black gown, explosive dust of fire and my eagle’s eye, after jumping down from the arena I dropped the black robe and camouflaged my way towards the chamber again” Elena smiled. Newark peeked out through the front door; people were headed back to their homes,
“Now what?” Newark asked , closing the door with a light push.
Soon afterwards two drinks were poured. Elena and Newark sat on either sides of a fireplace. The dried pieces of wood instantly lit up when Elena sprinkled some dust of fire on them. The evening was ticking away; but they still had a night to themselves.
“The wound is still fresh, we’ll have to strike right away”, Elena said sipping the peculiar wine which was green in color. “In about 30 minutes, I’ll head out towards the prison area. You’ll stay here and wait for my signal”, she said.
“You’ll get killed this time!” Newark cried.
“At this point of time, every soldier is headed to the grand supper at the King’s palace. There’ll just be a few half-asleep guards”
“Alright!” Newark quickly found his agreement as he helped himself for yet another wine refill. He seemed more interested in the wine.
“I venture out, observe the situation, knock at your door and then we head out. Our people will taste freedom tonight!” Elena stood up raising her drink. Newark was busy gulping down his drink as Elena kept on blurting her mind out. He banged his glass on the table and cried “DONE!” and started laughing abruptly.
Clearly, the wine was acting up on both of them. Newark started observing beautiful patterns in thin air. Elena started humming hymns of the Gods of middle age. When the time came, Elena slipped into a black robe, picked up her artillery, winked at Newark and said, “I’ll be back in a jiffy! Just be ready! ”. Newark watched her sway towards the door. She banged the door behind her which made Newark tremble with a sudden reflex action.
Newark started observing more patters, and even started creating his own ones. Every now and then he would try to find some more wine in the empty bottle placed on the table. To ease the wait, Newark started counting. He realized later on, that he had crossed 500, but Elena had never returned.
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PS- I’m having fun now! I was so tempted to get Newark laid in this chapter. Guess a story holds its own destiny. Heh.
Cheers! =)
“How the hell did you manage all that so damn fast?! “asked Newark .
“A black gown, explosive dust of fire and my eagle’s eye, after jumping down from the arena I dropped the black robe and camouflaged my way towards the chamber again” Elena smiled. Newark peeked out through the front door; people were headed back to their homes,
“Now what?” Newark asked , closing the door with a light push.
Soon afterwards two drinks were poured. Elena and Newark sat on either sides of a fireplace. The dried pieces of wood instantly lit up when Elena sprinkled some dust of fire on them. The evening was ticking away; but they still had a night to themselves.
“The wound is still fresh, we’ll have to strike right away”, Elena said sipping the peculiar wine which was green in color. “In about 30 minutes, I’ll head out towards the prison area. You’ll stay here and wait for my signal”, she said.
“You’ll get killed this time!” Newark cried.
“At this point of time, every soldier is headed to the grand supper at the King’s palace. There’ll just be a few half-asleep guards”
“Alright!” Newark quickly found his agreement as he helped himself for yet another wine refill. He seemed more interested in the wine.
“I venture out, observe the situation, knock at your door and then we head out. Our people will taste freedom tonight!” Elena stood up raising her drink. Newark was busy gulping down his drink as Elena kept on blurting her mind out. He banged his glass on the table and cried “DONE!” and started laughing abruptly.
Clearly, the wine was acting up on both of them. Newark started observing beautiful patterns in thin air. Elena started humming hymns of the Gods of middle age. When the time came, Elena slipped into a black robe, picked up her artillery, winked at Newark and said, “I’ll be back in a jiffy! Just be ready! ”. Newark watched her sway towards the door. She banged the door behind her which made Newark tremble with a sudden reflex action.
Newark started observing more patters, and even started creating his own ones. Every now and then he would try to find some more wine in the empty bottle placed on the table. To ease the wait, Newark started counting. He realized later on, that he had crossed 500, but Elena had never returned.
= = = = =
PS- I’m having fun now! I was so tempted to get Newark laid in this chapter. Guess a story holds its own destiny. Heh.
Cheers! =)
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