Legends of Belariath

Zingara

Return of The Singer

[Note to reader, this story takes place after ‘Zingara’s Quest]

There are advantages to working in the Real estate office, as well as working in an instrument shop… gossip, news, rumors they spread easily from shoppers, and when in an instrument shop, dealing mostly with muses, skalds, and bards, you hear a LOT of myths and lore… from all over.

“Some Chirot Torian war” the man shrugged as he looked at a ukulele then moved to another instrument. “Figured you would know more on that than I seeing as you are a Chirot an all…” he continued.

“Yes I am,” Zingara smiled as she brushed a hand through her hair Or else I’m one horrific looking centaur” she laughed faintly before asking another question of the male elf… Shinsho she thought he said his name was… not that it mattered to her. “So what about this high mage and a lute?”

“oh, yes yes thanks… the whole of me asking if you knew him or anything…” He smiled looking at her wings “He was some sort of Air mage… well he died saving his people in an escape or something, and he had with him when found an old lute, which was taken back to the city of Loria and put in a display case in their library, sort of to show their destruction of Chirots or something, not really sure..”

He continued speaking, but she wasn’t hearing… she forced into her past, a far more resent past, a past that marked her, tainted her with more failure, and a reality that her father would now never know her… it brought releaf at first, her lies would hold, none would need to know she was a pathic runaway girl who knew as little about Sheara as an outsider… everyone would beleave she was a Songstress of Sherea. There was then a painful swelling with in her, a deeper reality… her Father, Zapherus would never see his daughter Nathsiea.

“Hey.. you listening?”“hmmm?”“The guitar…how much…?”“well…. That one isn’t for sale.. it’s a special guitar for another customer, though if you gives a few days we can make you as unique as it and as beautiful to the ear…”“never mind then… I’ll stick with my lute…” he muttered as he headed out of the inn with a faintly smug and coy grin on his face

“lute….” Zingara muttered softly….

“You scared?” she whispered as she set her hands on Natsheieas shoulder“a little Lissy…” she whispered “I’m not sure I’m ready to play in front of people…”“oh don’t worry they are all drunk anyhow.. they won’t notice if you miss a note” the Gypsy teased as she patted the young Chirots shoulder “show them what you have..”

Eyes, it seemed like unending eyes were locked upon the little girl as she tried to prepare tuning, then the first note came and another, and soon a whole song was starting to emerge from the lute the woman held, she was shaking the room seemed in awe, then it happened,

“boo” “get her off the stage”“this a fucking joke!?”

And the bottles were thrown as well as glasses and anything and everything else, including a stool from a drunk wolven. Which hit the chirot hard taking her of her feet and curling her into a ball crying hard to herself the rest acted quickly Murg slamming a wolvens head into a table.. a bar top.. a wall.. and door.. and finally out the room, Ludo shooting warning arrows at people holding objects, the nymph finding other ways to take attention from the crowd, which meant a lot of time on her back, or knees, and the gypsy slide the small girl with the large bruise on her head from the stage

“I’ll never perform again.. I knew I wasn’t good enough.. I’m not good enough at anything… I shouldn’t be here, I don’t deserve this…”

….yes… so long ago that was… over ten passes of the cold seasons…. Now, looking back the Chirot smiled as she held herself softly, her back to the door, preventing it from being used at the moment, but then….

“I know.. we forgot your stage name!” [Lisandra] smiled “See none of us use a real name, we all took new names when we took to the stage… and you never did… so how about we rename you here and now, and that way the gods will bless you okay?” she whispered softly

“really?” she child asked silencing her sniffles“uh huh….”“what…what… should I be called…”Ludo unexpectedly answered as he listened “Zingara… it means winged Singer to my people….”

“Thank you Lisandra, you too Ludo…” she whispered to herself as let her memories drift back away to where they belong, in the past. “now.. how can I possibly get into that city a second time… and get my mothers lute back?” she asked herself aloud yet silently all at once.

The day passed slowly as she sat in silent meditation, her room was almost empty, fools plate armor with blood and a gash in it, a rug which she sat upon with a candle near her window for light. A cot never touched, a robe, leather body suit, and skirt with corset hung in a closet. In the corner nearest the door were a beautiful spear and broken sword handle. The rest of her gear was simply tossed under the bed, save the desk which had ink a black feather, and some paper meant for writing. The room was empty, the window was open and the cold was swirling about…. The Chirot didn’t even seem to notice as she sat staring blankly at the open window.

It was not until the morning after the next the woman exited her room, dressed in very little, a simple pair of breeches and a tunic in an off blue tone. She wore her hair down, half hiding her onyx eyes, her leathery wings with their ‘caged lightning’ folded submissively down, accompanied a faint smile upon her lips, it had taken her two days, but she now had formulated a plan, an ingenious one at that…

“Oh yes kind sir…” she smiled and nodded as she knelt before him “Good… In that case you will do as I say slut” came the malice voice of a young Torian male known as “De`Jure… that is what you shall call me, for I am ‘your Law’ now” he spoke firmly to the Chirot. “Very well Master De`jure” her voice danced like the gentle waves tumbling against the rocks as she spoke, her eyes never raising to meet his. “and rid yourself of such filthy clothes… and if every you wear such things again I shall give you a lashing you shan’t remember I shall!” His voice was rolling in self rightous arrogance, and false power.“I apologies Master…” she spoke softly as she removed her clothes, leaving only a simple whip wrapped about her waist like a belt “Is this more to your liking then Master De`jure?”“yes.. and I see you carry a whip to punish you with… very good.” He coyly smiled as he pet her ear faintly. “now come her and let me taste your flesh.” He barked at her, it was clear he was loving the new found power he had over this Chirot ‘sow’ as he called her, amongst other names. “And to think you were foolish enough to challenge I in fight…” he laughed at her “you are lucky your form is good to my eye, and that I like to see your kind Serve at Torian feet, other wise you would be dead…”“Yes Lord… I’m very lucky…” Zingara smiled as if to agree with him before he started to kiss and lick at her naked form.

How did the Chirot knight get herself into this position? That was easy enough, she headed north from the City of Belariath, far north, nearing the boarder land, and then, flying low as to avoid being seen she entered Torian space, and waited until she saw her target, which would be a foolish young male ‘feather-winger’ she would challenge him quickly, and waver, to allow a foolish looking defeat at his hands, and beg for her living, insisting she would do anything, even be his loyal slave if he didn’t kill her… and the bait would be taken.

“you taste good” he taunted her as he jerked the chain about her neck tight to make her gasp faintly for air, then pushed her to the floor harshly, a whence in her face, it was never comfortable to be slammed down on your ass, and as she looked up at him, listening to his order she could only thing to herself ‘in time… in time’ but her thoughts were interupted as a sting ran acrossed her cheek from his back hand “get back on your knees!” as she rose to her knees, her legs spread and arm folded behind her back, she couldn’t help but glance him over, he was tall for a feather-winger, almost three heads taller than she, and he had beautiful wings of dark blue with silver tips. Young firm jaw line and a body that was lean and toned, it was almost a shame she would have to rip the life from those emerald eye.

“You looked hungry for me…” he grinned aberrantly down to her, leeting his emerable eyes consume her thin small frame, yearning for her petite firm breasts, he seemed fixated upon her pallid skin as she looked down, vivid silky hair falling about her shoulders. Though he noticed not his as his gaze was to her trimmed and neat mound.She wanted to shiver, to vomit, she was revolting herself already, never had she thought of such a life, to be a slave to another like this, it made her angry, and scared, and see herself as less than she ever thought possible. And with all those thoughts, she continued the roll, she had too, she would do whatever it took to retrieve her mother and fathers lute back into her grasp. “I am Lord…” she whispered “I am starving to please you always” again her words would flow forth like a river, swirling and swaying with it’s current, easy and faithful as time it’s self.“good” he muttered as he pulled his pants down, releasing he unexcited man-hood to her. “excite me with your mouth bitch” he snapped while taking a large gulp of ale, it was his fifth drink in under an hour, which was good, for the Chirot anyhow. “and be quick with it.” He added between gulps. She did just as ordered, she moved forward on her knees, letting her head fall between his legs, snow white arms and hands moving forward to run up either leg, parting them further, as to give herself the room required to pleasure the ‘master’ as she let slender pale lips part and a damp pink tongue run from his hairless sack up the length, her mouth closed about it, allowing the warmth of her oral cavity to consume it fully, her warm tongue would toyishly lasp and swirl about it, it did, in truth excite her some to feel the mans shaft grow in length and girth in her mouth, rubbing against her cheek or roof, and along her tongue, causing it to grow even fast as pleasure senses seemed to erupt within it. Her fingers and hands worked his inner legs as she slowly started to bob upon his almost completely erected size, and a size indeed it was, well over six inches in length and wider than an inch, it filled her mouth well, and with a single glance up she could tell she was doing as he sought… no needed of her. “ohm…” he groaned faintly as slid her lips up and down the saliva slicked manhood. She had ran one hand down to her own lips, rubbing herself slowly, as to build fluids up, and prepare herself for his true desires, she was no fool, she knew what he really wanted, his visage lied not to her, he wanted to be subjected to the full of her feminine sex, to have her flowers lips not just kiss, but have them relish his volume, to bathe her walls with the whole of his hot seed.

A second grunt was advocated to her talents, as she slide her forced wet bud’s tight lips over the throbbing wholeness of her ‘master’ and as she allowed herself to slide slowly down the vastness of him, she felt hands, firm and eager clenching at her round cheeks, a smile offered to him as she let him start to left her, and pull her down over and over , her legs springing her over and over faster and faster as she dug nails into shoulders for support. “uhg…uhg…” she beckoned him over and over with each drive with in her, causing his hunger, his need, his excitement to grow, even more so as her back arched forward, causing the recoil of her breasts to be exaggerated even more for his pleasure. She could tell he was close, she could feel the meat with in her twitching, and the width push against her lining faintly, and then it occurred, with forceful warm lashing after another, he assaulted her inner womanhood with his warm wanting juice, allowing it to mix with her own flowing nectar. As she slowed down, already feeling him start to shrink with in her she slid from his lap and member, do return to tasting it with her tongue, cleaning it for him, until he ordered her to stop. He was happy, relaxed and after a half an hour of drink, gone enough for her to be in control.

Days passed, events occurring in a common order, she would sleep at the side of his bed in a small ball, chained to the pole, be awakened with a kick, and tossed a bowl of grub, and a dish of water, told to eat on all four, and naturally she complied. She would bath him, in the baths as told, she would kneel at his side in the inn’s and restraints, remain silent unless told to speak, walked three steps behind him, her head always at her feet as if watching where she walked. She washed his clothes, she sharpened his sword, polished his armor, all she was told, including make love to another slave as the two owners watched. And each night when he was a sleep she planned, and planted little seeds, it was loathe some to her, but she swallowed pride for now, playing the roll of slave for several weeks to the male, and finally her hard work and submissiveness paid off.

They entered the City, and it was almost as she remembered, some buildings were new to replace those ruined in the fight about a month earlier, some were repaired, and some simply left void, for future use perhaps… the walked through road after road, the man receiving praise at his pet, a ‘pet’ which inspite her desire, moved passively behind him, feeling people smack her ass or rub her exposed flesh as she passed them, taunting her, ridiculing her and ‘Sheara’ as they made their way towards the very building she was told of, it could not of been better, the lute would soon be in reach, and oh how that thrilled her…

‘I am close father… your daughter shall do you justice at least once in her life… I promise..’ she thought to herself, remember the words he spoke before his death… “I kept hoping to get a chance to apologies to her before it was to late..”“Ask my daughter to forgive me for being stubborn”his voice echoed from deep with in her, not her mind, but her heart, her normally cold solemn heart was all but bleeding in memories of his death, a life sacrificed to save the others, a life that now, according to other Chirots, was with Sheara.“I’ll make sure I do you proud this time.” She swelled with excitement within herself as she took in a deep breath, and started to prepare herself for what was to be done next.

“Instruments are the blade and armor of a musican,” Lisandra explained as she practiced “and like a knight with his sword, a musican must practice the basic’s daily lest the forget them.”“I see… so even a master must practice the tedious acts?” the child Chirot asked with a hint of depression with in tone“Indeed Nathsiea, in truth, that is WHAT makes them masters, that they WANT to practice such things.” The elf smiled back as she continued, “Now do as I do…” and with that Nathsiea, whom would come to be known as Zingara slowly began to pluck at the strings of the old battered lute she carried, a painfully slow practice, Teacher, Lisandra, and student Nathsiea played through the scales, one after another over and over, Lisandra taking time to correct each note of the Chirots until it was perfectly in tune with the elfs. “see… the trick to two people playing at once is to make it sound as one…” she smiled as she went over the ‘G flat’ scale with her student. “which means if you are partially out of tune while performing I must also play that note out of tune…” “I understand…” the bat eared girl nodded in response as he started on the next scale, ‘B flat’ “Thank you for helping me learn.”“That is part of the joy of our trade, unlike knights where training someone may mean your death, by me training you it can only aid me.”“You mean by reminding you of your basics?”“No by giving me the chance to perform with yet another lover of the musics… that should always be an honor.”“I sound so awful, maybe I should get a new lute as soon as possible…”“no, don’t do that…”“Why not Lissy?”“An instrument, isn’t merely a tool for music, it’s a unique vessel of expression, when one picks up an instrument, they should feel as if it is part of them, as if it is an extension of their emotions and will, your lute has old memories, from within your family, I can tell by how it lets you play it… trust me that lute is special like none I’ve seen… always love that lute, and try to be it’s lover, not it’s master.”

“This, is Loria, I have Business to tend too here so get up bitch.” he ordered her, as he jerked her chain to wake her. They had entered the city late the night before, and where staying in a small room with in another’s home, probably a family member Zingara never asked, she knew not to ask, she knew to play mute as possible unless spoken too. “Here is your meal wench” he hissed at her tossing something that looked like bad stew upon the floor “eat up while I shave and get my best clothes ready.” He ordered, she of course complied feeling that the game was coming, thankfully to near end. As he returned, jerked her up abruptly and pushed her over the bed, leaving her tight curving ass exposed, her mind went afire another time, another pain… then: she walked arm and arm with him, then as they rounded corner of a building she was abruptly slammed to the wall and before she could even think to react he had a dagger to her throat “you scream I cut..” now: A hand ran over her trimmed mound, fingers running once through her hair, as if valuing it, and then she felt it, first it bobbed and rub against averse lips, but they didn’t fight long, the couldn’t as he forced into them, dispite pain to her then: as his other hand moved down to her shirt, simply jerking and ripping at it until her breasts were exposed for him to fondle and kneed roughly. She could do little she shivered and started to whimper in fear, wincing in shame as he teased her nipples hardenedNow: “Feel it inside you? Everytime you do, remember you will forever now be my thrall, my pathetic slut and bitch.” She whispered into her ear as he held her down, and began to mate into her, pelvis to pelvis each agonizing assault upon her unexpected mound responded to by a pain filled groan of resent. Then: as he relaxed his grip on her to reach for his pants she rose a knee up trying to hit his groin, she missed, hitting a thigh, it was enough for her to try and run, but he was bigger faster and stronger and soon she found herself face down in the dirt “wrong me bitch” Now: It took not long before De’jure was ready to release himself again, and pulling from the bruising orifice he defiled her with his cum letting it lurch forth upon her ass, and back in gob after gob until only a small amount was left, which was smeared upon her sex to clean it Then: From here it got only worse… well for Zingara. She was bound with the rags of her own shirt, then as he tore her skirt she found part of it shoved in her mouth to silence her in case she screamed. She was at that moment full aware of how much power he had stolen from her.Now: She felt it grow with in her, a fate a fear, she could taste the foul stench of weakness in her mouth, roll it about with her tongue, push it against the roof of her mouth, run it between her teeth and gnaw on it, she could smell it, wave over her like a fit of depression so deep that it slows your heart and lungs telling them to stop, to give up and to let it happen, telling the muscles in your body to surrender to the horrible vile that is this act.Then: She screamed the pain running through her, it hurt, sadly the rags muffled her voice, but not her pain, again she would scream, and again the muffled voice would go ignored and unheard. He had freed his pants and was thrusting his hard shaft deeply into her dry clit, harshly, he was looking for no pleasure to offer her, he wanted her to hurt, to feel pain, to remember his acts upon her, each thrust hurt less than the last, as her body reacted as best it could, it never was wanted, it she never wetted for him. Now: She felt it under her skin crawling around, infecting her, devoiring her, ripping at all she was, trying to break any or all she could ever be, she could hear it in each scream of pain, she let slip in each whimper of refussual, in each slap of his flesh against hers, in each grunt he offered towards his next climax, she could see it in the reflection of the mirror, the mad hate, the powerful desire to own to break to humiliate her, her own terror and weakness she couldn’t hide any longer from it, it was in all senses it was in all she was it, was she.Then: she only tried to blot out the pain in her mind, her voice always fighting uselessly to be heard, her wings pinned back by his arms, as to prevent her movement, then she felt it, an act that should always of been welcomed and warming, the erupting pulsing feel of seed coating her walls, and dripping with in her, instead it made her feel only dirtier, only worse, she shivered as cold, though she was burning up, now begging with in herself for him to be done, but he wasn’t no, he would pull out and rub the seed and what little juice she had produced along her ass, which caused her to fight again she was already weaker than him, and now shattered partially, the fight would not last. Now: She felt it well up inside her, she had to do something, she couldn’t allow herself to become again the weakness she was so long ago, but it wasn’t that long ago, only 3.. perhaps four winters ago, she wanted to be stronger, she believed herself to be stronger she WOULD be stronger, she just had to… just had to… she could let it end… not like this, not now.Then: A whimper of pain offered as the thick member forcibly made it’s way into her canal, her cheeks clamped as did her orifice which made the act only more painful, slow long thrust first, then faster and faster, he abused her, slapping her , holding her in the mud, her face and front coated in mud, her mound already filled with his cum, now he was to abuse her last sanctuary of purity, her ass, the man had a clear hate for chirots, he didn’t care so much of humiliating Zingara as he did of causing pain and shame upon a Chirot, it was clear as he muttered while he ‘worked’ “fucking Chirot whore”“you deserve this bitch”“Tell the other Chirots who did this”“Beg for your pathetic chirot life” he pulled to spray her back, all the way up into her hair with his hot sticky sperm, and he did just that, and she was to weak to fight back.Now: She felt it snap inside her, she acted she summoned all she was, all she could be, and in one furious attack, she summoned down the lightning of the sky, hitting him, from an open window, it wasn’t enough to kill him, but enough to draw him back, enough to have him in pain and off her enough for her to grow savage, to grow raw with hate and anger. The battle was quick, he reached out to try and grab hold of his sword, she grabbed hold of his neck, snarling, SNARLING like an animal, she squeezed, he tried to break her hold, wings slapping at her. Her eyes were void, void of life or love of understanding of care, he now looked into the eyes of a diablo, eyes of darkest natures and he felt a terror that could be only called that of living death. She held him she choked him, but it would not be his death, no her wings would extended, and they would be his death. Electricity had eagerly been gathering in those beautiful leather wings, and now in her desperation they came to her in a way she could not of commanded, they lurched and bound down her arms and to him, consuming him in their lustful glee, ravaging angrily, devoiding him if his life, burning his organs with in, shocking the heart into stopping ripping apart the very essence of his mind… he never had a chance… he never even understood what hate, true hate, unbearable raw, primitive hate, ever really was.

It took very little time for people to come and find the dead body, and with it being an aristocrat’s son it took less time for a city wide, and sky wide hunt to be made. Things seemed horrible for the Chirot, she of course had time to get away, and time to don some of his clothes, her whip worn still as a belt, and a simple longsword that had belonged to him, no spear it made her out of her element so to speak. Allyways were her only haven, no bums would tell of her, they wanted to see nothing and hear nothing, it was the way they were forced to live, and live they very much wanted, something the Chirot never understood. What is to live without freedom, why would one wake up each day and try with a fleeting glimmer of hope, pride, and freedom? She couldn’t understand, she didn’t want to understand… she REFUSSED to understand. She simple pushed forth, taking several days to reach the ally near her mark, the building holding her mothers lute.. no her lute.

Sometimes life creates oddities in it’s actions against you, a bad thing mixed with a good, a good thing mixed with a bad, sometimes you have to work so hard for the simplest things sometimes you have the hardest ones handed to you… For the songstress known as Zingara, she found her mixed blessing, the massive manhunt, well slave hunt, had caused EVERY guard possible to search, meaning none were posted outside the library. “See [papa] I told you I would do you right… now you have to help me, I will need you to watch over me as I try and leave once I have it.” She smiled to herself as she darted acrossed the street as fast as her wings would take her and into the building, it was so easy, so perfect and it was there glass case, standing as proud symbol of defeat of a Chirot High Mage. Oh how she loathed these feather-wingers, how she wanted to kill them all so bad now.

A single swing of the sword would more than shatter the glass, and free her lute to her, a welcomed and somehow warming moment, one interrupted by clapping loud clapping, which ran chills up the woman’s back, and forced her to slow turn around as held the lute by neck.“Bravo… Bravo..” a Large Torian with midnight blue wings clapped, his armor was dark red, a crimson colar as if the blood of dragons blessed his form with their protect, a screaming face sculpted onto his chest piece. “I knew someone would be fool-hearted enough to come for it… and I knew my elf image would work in luring you here… you don’t recognize me, but I was there… I saw the fight I recognized you from Belariath.. I KNEW you wanted your lute back… he then only laughed

“That voice…” she whispered softly trying to place it a moment, then she felt her stomach drop “the elf.. in the instrument shop” she whispered as nausea took her harshly, so bad she had realized she vomited only after the fact “why…why all this… why not just attack me then and there?” she finally asked as she regained herself

“What and loose out on seeing if you were able to reach it? See if you were able to sneak a way back into our city like the RAT you are? To be able to crucify your pathetic corpse for all the DEATH YOU CAUSED OUR PEOPLE!?” His voice screamed out echoing in the silent all, if this continued much long people would surely come and find her.

“I only want my lute… let me pass” she tried to warn, though it sounded more of a beg, she still felt the vile pollution of the rape, and was far from able to give a ‘performance’ of calmness now. She was tired, she was filthy and she was drained, to the point she hardly remembered why she wanted back the lute so bad, but she was also proud and stubborn, and none had the obstinate a Chirot had.

“Let you pass?” he laughed out right at the radical thought “After I orcistrated this whole show, after I waited to see what lengths you would put yourself through to obtain your goal? After I saw how you wielded the magics of the sky, and fought with a storms anger with that spear of yours… let you go?” he shook his head “no… we are just beginning”

“You… set all this up to watch?” shock ran through her as well as anger, she no longer cared she was carrying only a whip and torian longsword, she cared not that she had no armor while he wore beautiful dark armor that held the taint of magic upon it. She cared nothing. “why? …why?” her voice whispered out

“Because I am the living perfection of magic and martial skills, Because I saw you when you freed that man… I saw you fight with magic and spear in a blend few could master, I saw you best several good soldiers… I felt you deserved the right of death at my hands alone… but only if you could prove yourself worthy to even try to fight me.”

His words were toxic with the harsh boastful arrogance of youth, and over righteous pride. It made Zingara sick, not in her stomach, but in her mind, it made her hate again, loathe again it made her resolved to win. “Fine Mage-Knight… Come to me… let us see if with all your armor and magic blade you can best a Chirot.” She stretched her neck slightly until the ‘pop’ was felt, and she started to circle, as did he, she would have to fight, he was in the way of the door, she was now like a rabid animal caged in the corner… she was now in the roll of ‘death-seeker’ she was now as true a Chirot as there ever was, she held back nothing, no fear of death, no questions of life, she wasn’t sure if she would life again in the ‘Greater Kingdom’ or not, but she didn’t care, nothing mattered only one thing did “You DARE play me?” her voice had lost all fear had lost all abstinence of anger “very well.. dance my dance of lightning, sing my song of thunder and tremble in the wake of the mistake of your life”

They swung quick light slashes, and jabs, Chirot with lute and sword, Torian with flail and shield. The dance sped up, the dodges getting closer to missing, the passion of the attack growing with each it seemed as if it was a drug, a swift and controlling drug that excited each other to be more bold with attacks as they circled and danced the dance of death. Death dances are serious and solemn seldom is there any conversation, as the concentration is so great and it only ends when one’s life is gone, or both lives are. Shame for the Warrior-Mage, Shinso that this was not actually a Death dance, as abruptly the Chirot took off, she was fast, far faster than a Chirot should ever be, and she had what she had came for “Not his day Shinso…but soon.” She shouted as she bolted for the door, the winds around her seeming to carry her as she moved, he was shocked he was taken back, then he was in pursuit, flying as fast as he could, but still he was falling behind “Coward! Insolent bitch!…. whore of the Torians!” his words were set to goat her, it didn’t work Zingara would not fight, not here, the confusion of the fight caused her to error again though and fly strait towards a search party, which left her stuck, and hovering in air while the Warrior-mage and the Search party closed in.

“Who’s first?” she taunted now, as she looked to the group “you…” she pointed to one and smirked, he naturally would comply, a change to kill this ‘filthy rat’ was what everyone wanted. “Stop she’s mine” came Shinso’s voice from behind her, and her grin only grew“there is only one of me… and he wants to fight me first… you’ll have to wait mage-knight.”“I said you are MINE”“Wait one second we are under order to kill her on sight, we have as much claim…”“Ignorant Fool! Do you…”“HOW DARE YOU CALL ME THAT!”“Hey..”“I swear I’ll gut you!”“Your words are as feeble as your actions old man!”“YOU TWO she’s getting away!”“Huh?”“what!?”

and sure enough the simplest of tricks had worked, she let them bicker and she dropped strait down, flying low under the tree line, and finally walking as to help avoid being seeing, a horn sounded and more were coming, she heard steps behind her and whip around ready to lung only to blink and laugh “You stubborn ass” she laughed softly looking face to snout of a black stud.

She had to use a few spells, to hide her appearance, mask of deception was the key one, it aloud her, while on her mount to pass as a simple human in the woods. She made her way without trouble from the Torian lands into the neutral area through the Chirot lands and almost to Belariath.

Zingara had planned out her trip well, however the mount and more than likely a caring friend had backed her up, the mount was equipped with her clothes, robes, weapons and shield. “I don’t know how you did Ronin… but you did…thanks” she kissed it between it’s ears atop it’s head, and it abruptly stopped throwing the Chirot forward and to the ground “fucking… jack ass….mule… I’ll have them make you into an instrument yet” she hissed as she stood up, but then she saw him standing there

“I knew you would come this way… let us finish our dance girl” it was Shinso, and he was waiting, the Chirot had no choice, but also now far from Torian space she had no desire not to help him to his death. No words were spoken, spear banged targe and flail spun on chain. The fight was vivid she felt the flail coming the crash against her shield that threw her to the side, her spear lunges glazing off his shield he was larger and stronger, but he was far slower it was a balanced fight, his armor seemed far better as well, and then as a burst of fire lunged at her, it appeared he was still able to summon spells, she spun in defense, the arch-magi robe absorbing the blunt of the spell, and her spin kick taking him by surprise, a connection made, to the knee, it forced him down momentarily, and with that her spear came around and slammed through right hand, flail dropping and with a jerk, the hand was shattered and bleeding “it’s over she whispered softly, only to have a shield slam against her head, causing her own spear to loose grip to her hand and to find herself in the grass as well.

She had been wrong the fight was far from over, he began to cast spell after spell, burst of fire and ice shards the shield dropped as he retrieved his flail in fact the Torians seemed unfazed by the ruined hand Zingara on the other hand, was still trying to recover, she had managed to block four attacks in a row, with only a small wrist shield, but she was reaching limits, and had to act, and act she did, she was easy to underestimate, so small so thin, she was barely able to block, and then all at once she pointed at him and lightning from the sky it’s self rained down upon him she summoned blast after blast, he was now the one on the run from the blasts, but she had been sloppy, she didn’t realize he dodged right towards her, the wounded hand summoned fire, forcing her to use the targe to block, then came the flail, she was to slow, and with out a helmet she was about to be dead. The flail never connected, and he coughed out a last breath, her lute was in hand, flail chain wrapped about it, and targe slammed so hard into the mans exposed neck that it shattered it, killing him almost instantly. Indeed it was over, silence again filled the air. She hung the body, using his belt as the rope, and left it for others to see with a simple let engraved into the tree he hung from

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