Rescuing the Captive: The Ingenairii Series by Jeffrey Quyle Page A
Authors: Jeffrey Quyle
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Desperately, Alec rushed to each of the office doors, looking into each office to see if they offered an escape route. “What is it Alec?” Kage asked as Alec flew past him to the last office door, finding no hope in the first two. The third office was like the others, without any options for evading the soldiers.
Right on cue the soldiers burst the door down and entered the room. “Put your weapons down! Disarm!” the leading soldiers screamed as a large crowd of them crowded into the room. There were so many of them entering that Alec saw they would be crowding one another, possibly interfering with one another’s motions in battle.
But the numbers were overwhelming. With a sigh, he dropped his sword, and was taken prisoner. He and Kage were both stripped of their uniforms and then marched through the frozen streets in a painful procession that ended at the palace, where they were led into a dungeon prison and locked in cells.
Chapter 5 – Escape From the Palace
The third time Alec awoke in his cell, he stretched his beaten body as he sat up on the cold stone floor of his cell. He had his ring on the silver chain around his neck still, despite the efforts the jailers had made to take it from him. The fine silver chain had proven to be amazingly strong, too strong for the jailers’ blades to break despite its dainty appearance.
He was confused and amazed; he had dreamed all night long, dreamed of being in a prison cell in Stronghold, beaten by jailers, cut by Mooreen. He sat in dazed befuddlement, uncertain of what was real and what was a dream. He had fallen asleep in a jail cell, then dreamed of falling asleep in a jail cell, and he had awoken here, in his current jail cell. His dreamt past and his present black reality coincided around imprisonment.
He believed it was his memory restored, although he tried to argue with himself that it was only a bad dream, the result of his imprisonment and abuse during the past two days. Yet the logic carried no weight against the conviction in his heart, and the myriad of small and meaningful details that flooded his mind.
He knew who he was, and where he was from. Yet he had no idea of why he was now in Vincennes. His dream told him that Mooreen had slashed his face, while Noranda and Brandeis were in other prison cells nearby. John Mark had restricted his use of his Warrior powers. He was an Ingenairii! He looked at the marks on his arms. They were confusing; along with his Healer and Spiritual marks, his Warrior mark was vibrant and alive, although John Mark had limited it. Yet he had used his powers in his confused ignorance several times, he realized, when he had fought the anideads in the forest, and when he had rescued Kage.
And there were other marks here that he did not know, and could not explain – the horse with the rippling mane, the skull that sullenly sat, colorless and threatening, and the hourglass, whose sand sat still, flat and lifeless. Despite the restoration of his past, he felt a hole in his memory – while a great deal had been restored, there was still much more missing. He felt as though he had relit a lamp in a dark room, casting illumination through a smoky glass, but the lamp had little oil left in it, its flame flickered, and it could not provide enough light for him to see all that he needed to.
But now he understood the exercise of his powers, and he no longer needed to remain as a helpless captive in this dungeon where the careless guards assumed they had beaten all their captives into helpless, frightened men willing to cooperate. They had no notion of ingenairii, or the powers a warrior could possess.
He now knew why he hated the idea of a coup against a Princess he did not know in this land that was not his own, and he knew why the name of a girl called Bethany had stirred such devotion in his heart; though he had botched his end of the relationship, he knew that he and Bethany
Desperately, Alec rushed to each of the office doors, looking into each office to see if they offered an escape route. “What is it Alec?” Kage asked as Alec flew past him to the last office door, finding no hope in the first two. The third office was like the others, without any options for evading the soldiers.
Right on cue the soldiers burst the door down and entered the room. “Put your weapons down! Disarm!” the leading soldiers screamed as a large crowd of them crowded into the room. There were so many of them entering that Alec saw they would be crowding one another, possibly interfering with one another’s motions in battle.
But the numbers were overwhelming. With a sigh, he dropped his sword, and was taken prisoner. He and Kage were both stripped of their uniforms and then marched through the frozen streets in a painful procession that ended at the palace, where they were led into a dungeon prison and locked in cells.
Chapter 5 – Escape From the Palace
The third time Alec awoke in his cell, he stretched his beaten body as he sat up on the cold stone floor of his cell. He had his ring on the silver chain around his neck still, despite the efforts the jailers had made to take it from him. The fine silver chain had proven to be amazingly strong, too strong for the jailers’ blades to break despite its dainty appearance.
He was confused and amazed; he had dreamed all night long, dreamed of being in a prison cell in Stronghold, beaten by jailers, cut by Mooreen. He sat in dazed befuddlement, uncertain of what was real and what was a dream. He had fallen asleep in a jail cell, then dreamed of falling asleep in a jail cell, and he had awoken here, in his current jail cell. His dreamt past and his present black reality coincided around imprisonment.
He believed it was his memory restored, although he tried to argue with himself that it was only a bad dream, the result of his imprisonment and abuse during the past two days. Yet the logic carried no weight against the conviction in his heart, and the myriad of small and meaningful details that flooded his mind.
He knew who he was, and where he was from. Yet he had no idea of why he was now in Vincennes. His dream told him that Mooreen had slashed his face, while Noranda and Brandeis were in other prison cells nearby. John Mark had restricted his use of his Warrior powers. He was an Ingenairii! He looked at the marks on his arms. They were confusing; along with his Healer and Spiritual marks, his Warrior mark was vibrant and alive, although John Mark had limited it. Yet he had used his powers in his confused ignorance several times, he realized, when he had fought the anideads in the forest, and when he had rescued Kage.
And there were other marks here that he did not know, and could not explain – the horse with the rippling mane, the skull that sullenly sat, colorless and threatening, and the hourglass, whose sand sat still, flat and lifeless. Despite the restoration of his past, he felt a hole in his memory – while a great deal had been restored, there was still much more missing. He felt as though he had relit a lamp in a dark room, casting illumination through a smoky glass, but the lamp had little oil left in it, its flame flickered, and it could not provide enough light for him to see all that he needed to.
But now he understood the exercise of his powers, and he no longer needed to remain as a helpless captive in this dungeon where the careless guards assumed they had beaten all their captives into helpless, frightened men willing to cooperate. They had no notion of ingenairii, or the powers a warrior could possess.
He now knew why he hated the idea of a coup against a Princess he did not know in this land that was not his own, and he knew why the name of a girl called Bethany had stirred such devotion in his heart; though he had botched his end of the relationship, he knew that he and Bethany
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