One woman charged at Hellen.
She thumped her with her stick. Then again and again.
Bones cracked and muscles ripped.
Another woman jumped at me. I slashed across her chest with my sword.
The crossbow fired again. Hitting my left arm.
The bolt radiated agony into my body. My arm felt as if it was on fire.
Hellen charged the women. Whacking her stick at them.
They punched her.
We looked at each other and nodded.
Hellen whacked the candle above the small wooden table.
It fell.
The two-hundred-year-old book caught ablaze.
Massive flames engulfed the table.
The women stumbled back.
We ran to the staircase.
As we reached it, a purple magical shield activated. Cutting the small ‘entrance’ off from the rest of the castle and archive.
I peeked at the women trapped inside.
The fire died out, but women looked as if they were screaming. Yet no sound came out as the magic in the archive sucked all the air out of the room. Choking the women to death.
My arm was wet with my blood and my arm pulsed with pain. I held my arm tight and bit my lip. Hopefully Alessandria and Nemesio were having better luck.
CHAPTER 13
Walking into the Lord Justice's office, Alessandria gasped immediately as she saw the entire chamber was like a small cathedral. With its large stained glass windows depicting former war heroes and gold leaf covering the walls of the domed room.
Equally, you could see the marks of walls where they had been damaged a
s the gold leaf was chipped or flaked off the walls. Yet Alessandria didn't care, this was beautiful. Even the floor was covered in a thick velvety red rug.
She took a few steps into the chamber just to feel the soft rug under her leather boots. It was like walking on air. Alessandria didn't want to leave.
This desire was further added to when she smelt the sweet citrus incense of sweet fruity oranges that burned on golden pillars in each of the four corners of the chamber.
Maybe she was tired but Alessandria could feel the excitement build within her. If the Lord Justice had an office this grand, what was the Queen's like?
Which was odd to Alessandria considering she had never been to the Queen's office or throne room. Maybe she needed to create an excuse to see it, and sit on the throne whilst she was there.
At the sound of someone moving in the office, Alessandria looked at the far end to see the Lord Justice getting up from his silver desk covered in piles of parchments and a golden sphere.
He smiled at her and he started to walk towards her in his long sterile white robes of office that draped across the floor behind him.
Despite Alessandria enjoying herself, maybe even too much, she almost sneered at how regal the Lord Justice was walking. He was no Queen. He was in charge of her so how dare he act superior in front of her.