The Silent Orchestra

The Silent Orchestra

It's been seven years since Alexandria has seen her best friend. Ever since, she's been searching, but with no avail. During her travels, she falls for a strange soldier, clad in red, black, and gold. There's something strange about this man; Alexandria is not sure if she can trust him...

published on May 21, 2017not completed

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The surprise that Roger was a girl was enough. If Alex hadn't witnessed the events, she wouldn't belive that "he" was her childhood friend. Why didn't Skye come back? Why was she so concerned about Alex finding out about her identity? As Alex overthought these questions, Skye's voice broke her from the realm of thought.
"Alex, watch out!"
Before Alex knew what was coming, she felt a strong hand press a cloth soaked in a strange substance over her mouth.
She couldn't breathe. The brown haired woman felt consciousness begin to drain from her already weakened body. She reached for the sword that Skye had dropped. Just as her fingers brushed the tarnished bronze hilt, everything went black.

When she awoke, she was no longer at the fairgrounds she was at before. The assassins had her draped over one of their coal black mares like a won and beaten rug. On the second mare, Skye was lain in the same fashion.
Alex pushed herself into a sitting position. Her arms were bound in thick ropes of jute, which made this feat quite difficult. Thankfully, her feet were not tied together, so she was able to drop safely to the ground. One of the assassins, most likely the leader of the group turned around.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Alex bit her lip. The sight of this man was sickening. He was clad in a long, black coat, and wore a top hat atop a tangle of platinum blonde hair. The man's smile was crooked and evil.
Alex knew exactly who he was.
"You bastard!", Alex called in fury.
The foul man raised his riding crop above his head.
"But do not talk to me in that manner, Alexandria. Speak in such tongue again and both you and your weak, pathetic friend will get a flogging."
The woman had never felt this angry. If she had the choice, she would throw him from the highest bridge. She'd feed him to a rabid dog, and beat him with a club of obsidian spikes.
"Touch her and I will end your fūcking life."
The assasian raised his crop and prepared to bring it down upon Alex's head. She put both arms up in attempt to shield her face.
The man yelled in protest.
"Arms down! You should've known better than to disobey your master, Christopher Joeseph!"
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