"Here I am Lord, beaten and weary. Here I am, in this cold dank place. I am here Lord" Raven held her cross close to her chest, nuzzling it softly, hot tears streaming down her face. Seven long years she has been the prisoner of humans. Torture in seritude. If she disobeyed she would get 70 lashes. Sure she could heal but it was slow and painful. She was still young on the earth. Only 27.
Now here she waited for her punishment for displeasing and attacking her master when he told her to do something she had rather not.
"I am here Lord... Please deliver me from the place. From these people..." She remembered when she was 7 and Galator rescued her, but now what? He was unable to save her now. She had been given the silver cross she had now by one of the Lordships who visited her masters home. She had just been punished with 60 lashes of the whip and was curled up by the post as she slowly healed.
He had taken pity on her and had brought her inside and tended to her wounds away from prying eyes. He had given her the cross saying that if she ever need his help she should just ask.
She did ask, and he would come. But his last visit two years ago had been dreadful. They found him as a traitor when one of the guards found him helping young Raven heal from another lashing.
He had told her to stay strong till he could rescue her. And until then, pray. And so she did.
The door opened as a man in all black came in in a hood. He carried a sythe in his left hand. The punishment was death. She would be killed infront of all the city to watch.
She was drug out by the man into the center of a areana. Hundreds of cheering and screaming people in the stands, chanting for her death.
She was thrown to the ground, where she sat up onto her knees weakly. A soft smile played on her lips and a single bloody tear ran down her cheek as she gently kissed the cross.
By Raven58
