| Caterine had to admit she was absolutely terrified of what she was about to do, and of who she was about to encounter. But she knew something that her people did not know, something that was driving her to do what she was about to do. The man whose armies were laying seige to the surrounding area was doing it for one purpose and one purpose alone, he knew there was an immortal within the vicinity. She was that immortal, and as long as she hid inside the city, behind these people, she only prolonged what was to come and cost many innocent people their lives. Caterine had heard much of the General she was about to encounter. His name was Darius, and his reputation preceded him. He was a force to be reckoned with, and she was no match for him whatsoever. Caterine could not fight this man and hope to win, so she was hoping against hope he could be reasoned with, or perhaps bargained with. That is why she left the safety of her village to meet him face to face. She could not fight him, and she would not be able to live with herself if she was the cause of a massacre. She would rather die. That is not to say that she was not afraid, she was still human, and the prospect of walking towards what would probably be her death was less then appealing. But she was raised to believe in honor and sacrifice, and in doing what was right no matter what the cost, and so it was in this spirit that she set out to meet the one called Darius. Darius was having a glass of wine when one of his attendents entered his tent. "What is it?" Darius said as he dropped his goblet. Then he sensed it, and knew why the man had come. "So one of their warriors has left the camp. To speak to me." "Yes, my Lord. But not a warrior. A woman." The man replied. "How intriuging. Send her in Lucius. Then leave us." He said. "Head back to the camp with the others and stay there. Is that understood." "Yes my Lord," Lucius said. He did not understand why Darius was making the demand. But he would obey nonetheless. Moments later the folds of the tent lifted open, and then fell closed again, to the sight of the immortal whose presense he had sensed when his soldiers attacked the city. |