Thursday, November 5, 2009

Day 05

Now would be a good time to explain the reason for this. Carmela was born with a curse that made her twist and turn her words in such a way that people could not understand her. She would use words that exist, of course, but they were so obscure, or she used them in a way so that they were utterly incomprehensible. The curse also made her speak longer than she should at times. This, combined with her use of language, could often result in listeners falling asleep, into a deep coma, or fall dead if she spoke long enough.

This is what would have happened to the villager that Carmela tried to get directions from, if she did not stop herself from uttering another word and just took off to continue her search for her wife. She tried following hoof prints in the dirt road, but found them to be accompanied by too many other hoof prints and footprints that she did not know which way to go. Soon she found herself lost and unable to speak with any of the villagers.

Isabella herself had been taken to a poor man’s home, the man being the guard who kept his helmet on. He tied the horse to a tree and carried poor Isabella inside the house and threw her in the basement, then paced around his home, contemplating his next move. Then he heard a quiet, ceaseless noise coming from the basement. The guard banged his fist against the door, but the mumbling did not stop. He slammed the door open to find Isabella at the bottom of the stairs, sitting and muttering with her head cast downward, one hand over her still bleeding nose.

“What are you doing? Stop that!”

He thundered down the stairs, but before he could reach the bottom, Isabella told him what she was doing, and also mumbling: “Rain ub bire.”

Fire rained down from the ceiling on top of the guard as Isabella got to her feet and ran deeper into the basement, with only the fire as a source of light. The guard stumbled down the rest of the stairs, almost tripping over his own feet, screaming as the fire rained down inside his helmet. He threw off his helmet and frantically tried to pat the fire out of his hair, but it instead consumed his face. He took out his sword, swinging it around with one arm as he kept trying to put out the fire with the other, while screaming even louder, “I’ll get you, bitch! I’ll get you!”

The only thing he got, however, was a nice fall when Isabella stuck her leg out of the dark and in front of the guard. He took the opportunity to writhe around the floor in pain, screaming, as Isabella kicked the sword away from him and proceeded to pummel his face with her foot until he stopped moving. She patted out a bit of flame from her shoe, took his sword, and removed its belt and scabbard from the guard, taking that, too, then walked back up the basement stairs.

Meanwhile, Carmela was wandering the town, looking for any sign of her wife. She reached the outskirts of the town once more, and started to travel around it. She then saw, tied to a tree, Isabella’s horse outside of one of the houses isolated away from the village. Excited, but also fearing the worse, Carmela sped up to the home of the guard, tied up her own horse by Isabella’s, drew her sword, and kicked the door in.

Inside sat Isabella at the table of the only room in the small house, eating some bread and cheese, wearing a belt and sheathed sword. An extra sat plate at the other end of the table.

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