User blog:Redknight910/WWYD Damphir Ronchellster

Being the servant in charge of leaving their meals at the entrance to the dungeon, I'm familiar with the situation, but am unaware of just what I'm feeding. One day, I'm running late and get there, only to hear two people conversing on the other side.

"Do you think he told them to stop bringing us food?" One asks.

"No, no, don't worry about that sis, I'm sure they're just running late." I slowly make my way towards the door, and knock.

"Wh-who's there?" The first voice asks, fear clear in her voice. I tell them that I'm here to bring them their meal, and open up the draw next to the door, taking out the plate of their previous meal and placing the one brought into it.

"Oh, thank you mister." As I slid the tray back into the dungeon, I ask them why their locked in there.

"We... We don't know, our mother brought us to meet our father, and he had us thrown in here, calling us 'monsters' and 'abominations.' I don't know what he did with mother..." I shudder as the tone inspires thoughts of cruelty. I vow to help them get out, and tell them I have to get back to my duties.

"Thank you so much." One calls.

"Yes, sir, thank you." The other responds.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">And so I spend the next week getting some of the less loyal and lighter fingered servants to acquire the key to the dungeon, and put it in with the next tray of food. I hear the lock click, and the door swings open. I am stunned by what emerges.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">Two stunning women, both dressed in simple rags barely fit for a beggar, both covered in grime and dirt, yet both flawless and identical even in such a state. They both have the same blonde hair and purple eyes.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">"You did it. You really did it!" The comforting one wraps her arms around me, while her sister circles around and hugs me from behind.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">"Thank you so much sir!" As they're embracing me we hear a racket coming from the stairwell. I warn the girls that it's probably the estate guard, and that we're all likely to be executed for what I've done here.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">"Don't worry about it." The sister in front of me smiles. As the guards reach the bottom of the stairs the two spring into action, moving with inhuman speed and grace. They strike down the first two with their bare hands, taking the blades that hadn't even been drawn. The rest stand just as little chance, as they use the flat of the blade or the pommel to incapacitate the guards.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">"Come on, we have to go, before more come." The first one throws me a blade.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">The three of us make it out to the front gate of the estate, where the master steps out of his carriage, holding a bound woman at swordpoint.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">"That's quite enough, girls. One more step and your dear mother will be nothing but a memory." Both the girls freeze. "Now, drop the weapons, all of you." We comply, and he takes a cautious step forward.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">"I'm disappointed in you most of all, boy. I'll need to get a more reliable servant to tend to these two. I'm in a panic, fear coursing through me as I think it's the end. The mother's eyes only seem to harden though, and I catch a glimpse of something in her eyes before she began to furiously struggle, throwing her head back and making the man stagger backwards.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">Both girls pick up the weapons they dropped and run for their father, striking him twice, once in the head and again in the 'head.' As he drops to the ground with a dull thunk, they begin to cut their mothers bonds. Once freed, she wraps an arm around both girls.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">"Oh, my dear daughters, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry for all of this." Both girls reassure their mother, telling her it's not her fault. As the reunion takes place, I sit down by the gate, my pulse still racing from fear.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">The first thing I register is a hand ruffling my hair. I look up to see a pair of lithe legs, leading up to a sumptuous pair of thighs. The mother smiles at me with a warmth that calms my frantic pulse in moments.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">"Thank you, for everything you did for my girls." She says, eyes wet with tears. "Would you please accompany us? We would love to have you along on our journey away from here." I nod, noting that I most certainly don't have a job here anymore.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">As we climb into the carriage the two girls sit on either side of me, wrapping themselves around an arm each. Their mother climbs up onto the driver’s seat and begins to take us away from the mansion. "We will never be able to thank you enough for what you've done." The girl on my left says.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">"Never." The one on my right agrees. I ask if they'll tell me their name, as a start.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">"Of course, I'm so sorry, we forgot to introduce ourselves. I'm Claire and this is Hanna. Our mother's Avalon." I nod, then slowly start to drift off to sleep.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">The next few days were spent getting as far as we can from the estate. We pulled the carriage off of the road and set the horses loose, then walked to the next town. There we got some proper clothes for ourselves, and continued on towards the next town. By the time we'd stopped I'd been intimate with both the girls, and their mother seemed to approve wholeheartedly. We settled down in a small cottage on the outskirts of a town on the border of the kingdom, living mostly by ourselves. Now Claire is pregnant and Hanna's desperate to have her own child, and he four of us are happily living a simple life.