The Protectors:
Book 1 in the Protectors Saga
Published by Paige Dooling at Smashwords
Copyright 2011 Paige Dooling
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 1
The long cold steps seemed endless as she rushed towards the screams of her friends. Why had she just left them? Were they alright? These were the thoughts that raged through her mind as she finally reached the enormous stone doors. She flung the doors open with as much force as she could muster and then entered into the impeding darkness with both fear and anger weighing on her heart.
Once she was inside the chamber the doors slammed shut behind her. She couldn’t see or hear anything, but she felt him. Everything inside of her knew that he was close. Then, out of the darkness, his voice bellowed. Chills ran throughout her body as he spoke, “How does it feel to be so powerful and yet not able to save the people you really care about?”
Her confusion was laced with despair, and her voice trembled as she spoke, “What are you talking about? Why did I hear the screams of my friends?”
His laugh was cold and hard as he answered, “The screams of the dying are often heard for miles, and I don’t think your friends hold any exception to that.”
She felt the bile of panic rising up in her throat, “You’re lying,” she shouted, “my friends are at home, and alive, and out of your reach!”
“Poor child,” he scoffed, “you are so naïve; so young, and you have no idea as to how far my reach can extend. All together the Protectors became, and now all together you shall die.”
“You speak to anger me and it’s working…now…where…are my friends?” The silence that followed was broken as she screamed, “Show me!”
A second later a mist began to rise from the floor and in the middle of the room a luminescent glow began growing. Then, the glow started to turn into ghostly images. She saw the figures of her friends, her family; the people she knew and loved. She watched in horror as hordes of the darkest kinds of Demons raided her village, her home; the place where she had crept away from in the middle of the night, telling no one where she was going. She had done it for them, to protect and save them, and now all she could do was watch as they died without her. She kept silent as the destruction played out in front of her, until the image of her best friend, her most loyal fighter; laying dead on the ground in a pool of her own blood forced a scream of pure pain to echo throughout the empty chamber. Her legs gave out and she fell to the floor, unable to stop the tears.
“Now, now,” said a cold voice from behind her, “as much as your crying may delight me, it certainly won’t bring back your little companions.” He paused a moment, savoring her anguish, “As much as I’ll miss you and your friends getting in the way of my plans, everything must come to an end.”
“But…the prophecy,” she whimpered, still kneeling on the ground, “the prophecy said that if I came alone, it would only be me…it would be over. No one would get hurt…only me.” She could barely get out the last words.
He laughed, “Prophecies are just mist and dust. No one believes in them, except for fools.” He delighted in the fact that his words made her tears fall harder as he continued, “You really only have one course of action left, my dear.”
Desperation crept over her as she stared at the cold stone floor, praying for the answer to what she should do. She knew what it was that the Emperor wanted. He wanted to fight her; if he were able to defeat the leader of the Protectors his reputation alone would be enough to secure his place as a God amongst the darkness.
I can’t do it, she thought to herself, he’s too strong and I’m so weak. I’ve never been anything but weak…I’ll lose. Then the knowledge that she had already lost consumed her. What was the point in fighting if she had already lost everything?
“Get off of your knees.” He was getting impatient, “Fight me…now!”
She wiped away the warm tears off of her cheek. It took only seconds for her to make a decision, but to her it seemed like an eternity.
With sleek eyes she looked up at him and spoke with a soft defiance, a defiance that came from the knowledge that she wasn’t about to give him the pleasure of killing her, “You are right about one thing Emperor; I do only have one course of action left.”
She swallowed hard and drew in what she knew would be her last breath. Her movements were quick and precise as she drew the long steel dagger out from sheath strapped onto her waist. She thought how strange it was that holding the dagger would give her comfort. Even though she knew what she was about to do with it, to her, it was like an old friend. She raised her head towards the heavens, but all she could see was the dingy stone ceiling.
She spoke quietly, only audible enough for her own ears and couldn’t stop the tears from re-forming in her eyes, “Forgive me.”
In one swift movement she plunged the dagger deep into her chest and through her heart. There was no pain, only a dull sense of discomfort and a tightening that grew with every beat that her heart could not make. But even without pain she knew that she was dying; she was a skilled warrior and her aim was accurately deadly. The life was draining out of her and she could feel it, feel her body growing limp, and the air around her becoming colder. As she fell back onto the floor, in her last moments, she searched for the guilt she knew she should feel. The leader of the Protectors ending her own life before attempting to fight for this universe was an unheard of thing. A thing of guilt and shame, but she felt none of it, only a silver thread of relief. Relief that maybe it was finally over; all the worry, pain, and responsibility; everything that her life had been made up of. Although, there was something deep down inside of her that told her it wasn’t over, that this wasn’t it; a chapter had ended, but the story was far from being finished.
“Noooooooo!” The Emperor screamed with such fury it seemed to shake the chamber walls.
It had all happened so fast, too fast for the Emperor to stop her, and now he was deprived the acclaim of killing her. An act he knew he would have accomplished. In her condition, beaten down by grief and without the aid of her fellow Protectors, she would have been no match for him at all.
The Emperor walked over to her lifeless body and knelt down beside it, wanting nothing more than to bring it back to life so that he could strangle the life out of her with his own two hands. After a while he became amused at the irony of the situation. From the second of her birth he had hated her and wanted her dead more than anything else in the world, but now that she was actually dead, he realized he hated her more than ever. He began to gently stroke the torn flesh around the area where the dagger had pierced through her skin.
His thin lips traced the outline of her ear as he spoke to her body, “Avery,” he breathed her name, “I may not have the honor of your death on my hands, but now there is almost no one left standing in my way. Soon, even your little warriors won’t be a threat. In the end, I suppose
you made it easier for me. In the end…you lost.”
The large chamber doors flung open once more, but this time instead of a single Protector walking through them, it was an assembly of some of the vilest beings alive, dark Demons from the underworld, brutish trolls, foul ogres, and monstrous beasts; all of the things that nightmares are made of, and all of the creatures that the Protector’s spent their lives eliminating.
“My friends,” The Emperor gushed, standing up from the body, opening his arms out to his visitors, “I’m so pleased you could all come.”
A large Demon, humanoid in appearance, except for the fact he was covered in red scales, was the first to notice Avery’s body lying on the ground, “Is that her?” He asked, a hint of shock in his voice, “Is that the Protector’s leader, dead on your floor?”
The Emperor smiled slowly and motioned towards the body, “Yes, I suppose she was.”
“You actually succeeded.” Another Demon spoke, this one was grayish and covered in rancid ooze that smelled like stagnant water, “Although, I do not sense your power on her…you did not kill her with your own hand.”
“That is irrelevant!” The Emperor shouted, he was not about to let any of these putrid insects begin to challenge him, “I provided the false prophecy which led her here! I created the illusion of her village’s destruction, and if she had not been too weak to fight me I would have torn out her heart with my own two hands!”
A hush fell throughout the room. Not one of the creatures wished to anger the Emperor, fearing his power and wrath.
“The body of a Protector is still a grand trophy!” A massive green troll, standing against one of the far walls said, “You should display it outside for all to see!”
“Leave the body where it lies.” The Emperor bellowed, “Trust me, it’ll be much more effective this way.”
“What do we do now, my Lord?” The red scaly Demon asked.
The Emperor could barely conceal the anticipation in his voice, “We wait until they come, and when they do…we show them the same kindness that our previous guest received.”
Chapter 2
“I can’t believe we let her go alone!” A girl in blue riding a buckskin horse yelled over her shoulder.
Another young girl, wearing gray, and mounted atop a smaller white horse, shouted back, “Nobody let her go alone, Jade! Nobody even knew she was going!”
“Bunny did!” Jade shouted, pulling her horse up and cutting off the other girls riding behind her, so that they had to stop as well.
“Jade, what are you doing?!” The girl in gray asked, surprised, having to hold onto her reins tight as her horse bucked up slightly from the sudden stop.
“I’m getting some answers, Skylar.” Jade spat out, “Like, why, in God’s name, would Bunny show Avery some obscure little prophecy, in some archaic little book, found in the very back of our dusty little library, that basically tells Avery to go off and die!”
“I had to show her.” A girl in green, on a dark brown horse, spoke nervously, the beginning of tears wetting her eyes, “Avery’s our leader; we have to go to her first about anything. She had me looking through the books for anything that involved the Emperor, and then I found the prophecy, and I showed it to her, and she begged, she ordered me not to tell the rest of you. Especially, you, Jade.” Bunny began to cry uncontrollably, “I already told you all of this. She gave me an order, and she made me promise not to tell, and I broke both!”
Jade stared at Bunny in disbelief, shaking her head. She couldn’t believe that Bunny had been so weak and so stupid and now, because of that, Avery was in trouble.
“You told us thirty minutes too late, Bunny!” Jade shouted.
Bunny wiped at her nose with her hand, trying to get a hold of herself, “Besides,” she hiccupped, “the prophecy didn’t say anything about dying; it just said that two leaders, one of light and one of dark, shall meet alone and from their sacrifice of blood, peace could be had by both sides.”
Jade’s mouth dropped open, “How is that good?!” She screamed, “Sacrifice of blood, Bunny! Sacrifice of blood!”
“That’s enough!” A fourth and final girl in red, saddled upon a dusky gray horse, yelled angrily, “Bunny feels bad enough as it is, don’t make it worse. Avery knew what she was getting into when she went off by herself. That’s what our leader is best at…doing things by herself and telling us about it later.”
“Sasha, don’t you even start with me.” Jade gave Sasha a stare that would have sent most other people running away crying, “If anything happens to her…” Jade’s voice trailed off. She couldn’t even force herself to finish the thought, “Let’s just ride.”
They kicked their horses into a run and continued down the dark forest path which led to the Emperor’s fortress. None of them were focusing on anything but the road in front of them.
Once the Protectors exited out of the thick woods, the fortress immediately came into view. Until now, they had only seen it from a distance. It was a dark crumbling fortress, permanently surrounded by darkness and mist. Up close, it seemed even more foreboding than it did in the nightmares they had about it in their sleep.
The Protectors rode up to the massive wall that surrounded the fortress. The huge front gates lay open a crack, beckoning them inward. They dismounted their horses and sent them on their way, not wanting them to get hurt.
The gates were old and decaying and made horrible screeching noises as the Protectors heaved them open. Heavy stone gargoyles guarding the entrance to the fortress cried out warning alarms, as the Protectors entered into the desolate courtyard.
The troop of mountain trolls that began to charge them, may have, on another day, been able to hold them back for a while, but not today. Today things were different. Today they weren’t fighting out of duty or power; they were fighting for one of their own.
They drove the trolls all the way back inside the fortress and towards the circular stone steps which led up to the top chamber. They battled them up the staircase and through the enormous doors, into the same darkness that their leader had entered into not long ago.
As soon as they all set foot into the black room, the remaining trolls retreated, closing and locking the heavy doors behind them, effectively trapping the Protectors inside.
The Protectors stood deadly still for a moment, panting and bleeding, listening to the sounds of bulky footsteps and the clink of weapons building up on the outside of the doors.
“What’s that?” Bunny asked, pointing, breaking the tense quiet.
All their eyes followed to where Bunny was pointing at. In the very center of the chamber a dim light was gleaming down from the ceiling, but it was what the light was shining on that captured the Protector’s attention. There, in the middle of the light lay a body, a body with a dagger plunged deep into its chest.
The Protectors stood paralyzed, making the room seem all the more lifeless. In a matter of seconds, everything that had just previously happened seemed like a million years ago to them. The silence in the room was deafening, a pin dropping would have sounded like thunder.
Skylar was the first one to step forward, followed wordlessly by the other Protectors. It wasn’t until they moved closer that they were able to see the full effect of the scene. Avery’s once white corset was now stained a bright shade of red. The red continued to form a wide circle around the body, although, it was hard to make out against the dark stone floor. Avery had always been porcelain pale, but now her skin was a ghostly white, almost translucent, void of any color or life. Her lips were parted slightly and had taken on the color of lavender. The Protector’s had seen enough death to know what it looked like. They knew she was dead; they just couldn’t bring themselves to rationalize it.
When they reached the body, Bunny collapsed down by Avery’s side. Picking up Avery’s ice cold hand, she held it in her own and began to cry.
Jade had gone numb the moment they spotted the body. She felt like nothing in her physically or mentally was
capable of functioning, but now watching Bunny crying, feeling was beginning to come back into her body. It felt like the shockwave right before the explosion hits.
“She’s not dead…she can’t be dead.” Jade’s voice was louder than was necessary and quivering with fear, “Pull the knife out of her…hurry!”
Jade looked around to the others, but no one moved.
When Jade realized that nobody was going to do anything, she ran up to Avery’s body, pushed Bunny out of the way, and gripped the ivory hilt of the steel dagger still embedded in Avery’s heart. She pulled with all of her strength. There was the slight scraping of blade against bone as the dagger was dislodged with enough force to send Jade stumbling backwards. The wound had stopped bleeding awhile ago, but the removal of the weapon had caused the body to jerk and fresh blood to spill out of the opening in her chest.
Bunny, who was closest to the body, released a whimper from deep in her throat. She strode towards the back wall and placed her head against the bricks, trying to wipe out the image of Avery’s wound.
Jade caught her balance and stood stone still for a moment, waiting for something to happen, but when nothing did, she staggered back over to the body. Jade fell to her knees beside Avery’s corpse, looking it up and down. The blood was cool against the side of Jade’s face as she lay her head upon Avery’s chest, listening for a heartbeat, waiting for Avery’s body to rise as her lungs filled with air, but there was nothing.
“Breathe…come on, breathe!” Her voice was starting to crack and tears were beginning to sting her eyes, “Don’t you dare leave me!”
Jade lifted her head up and began pushing on her chest, giving her mouth to mouth, but nothing worked. After a few minutes of trying that, she began shaking the body and pounding on it harder and harder with her fists, shouting, “Fight! Damn you…fight!” She picked Avery up into her lap and rocked her for a few moments, whispering into her ear, “Please…please don’t go. We can’t do this without you…please, please.”
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