There. I did a bunch of editing.
Reyu: Thanks for all the help! I can't think of a better way ot escape, but if you have any ideas.... lol, . Techno stuff? Nah. You need to understand techno stuff to write about it.
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"They were warm, and through her suspicions, she was grateful."
"She kept an eye out for possible escape routes, by habit more than conscious thought."
“Leave us.” she said to Lillian’s guard
shutting the door with a resonating ‘shud.’
She was sitting strait in her chair
It was an evil thing, there was no joy in it at all, only spite.
There was a light through the darkness.
One light, a tiny speck of hope that expanded into a column, which grew into a door. A person stepped into it, casting their shadow, inky black against the blinding color.
There was a light through the darkness. One light, a tiny speck of hope that expanded into a column, which grew into a door. A person stepped into it, casting their shadow, inky black against the blinding color.
There was a light through the darkness. One light, a tiny speck of hope that expanded into a column, which grew into a door. A person stepped into it, casting their shadow, inky black against the blinding color.
Deep within the black stone pit, Lillian stirred, squinting up at the unfamiliar brightness. Her sore limbs, stiff from laying still for so long, creaked and groaned as she got to her knees.
jennafina wrote:*irk* Does anyone care to tell me what I misspelled? I can't use the spellcheck because it corrects my Italian. Sorry, peeps...
A person stepped into it, casting their shadow, inky black against the blinding color.
A person stepped into it, casting inky black shadows against the blinding color.
A person stepped into it, casting inky black shadows against the blinding light.
Her sore limbs, stiff from laying still for so long, creaked and groaned as she got to her knees.
Lillian did as she was told, dawning the soft gray tunic and leggings.
The man bent down, and she heard a metallic banging. A latter unfurled.
Wondering what she was expected to have tried, Lillian acceded up to the platform.
His face was lined, his brows thick, and he was wearing an official guard uniform.
There was a weapon, a aerodynamic rifle, strapped into his belt.
Lillian frowned. This didn’t bode well. The High Priestess was a cruel, merciless dictator, using the church’s power to fuel her own well-being.
Lillian had been arrested leading a mission against her, six months ago.
However, she complied, allowing herself to be led down the corridors, and up several flights of stairs.
Still, there wasn't much she could do. So she complied, allowing herself to be led down the corridors and up several flights of stairs.
Still, she complied, allowing herself to be led down the corridors and up several flights of stairs.
“Leave us.” she said to Lillian’s guard, who complied instantly, shutting the door with a resonating ‘shud.’
“Come. she said to Lillian, her voice as cold and hollow as the chamber.
“Leave us.” she said to Lillian’s guard, who complied instantly, shutting the door with a resonating ‘shud.’
“Come.” she said to Lillian, her voice as cold and hollow as the chamber.
She was sitting strait in her chair,
her dress black with long sleeves, and a low neckline. Her cheekbones were high, and her eyes were steely gray. Her hair was a mixture of pale blond, and white, and she appeared to be in her mid-sixties.
“So... I speak to you at last, Lillian Brighten of the Rebel resistance force; code name: Rosette squad nine, mission fifteen.”
How did this woman know the details?
Had one of her fellows told?
Given in to the torture they had all been submitted to?
The High Priestess gave an icy smile. It was an evil thing, there was no joy in it at all, only spite.
Her knees dissolved, and she sunk to the floor.
“What do you want from me?” she asked, looking up at the Priestess with loathing, more than actual fear.
looking up at the Priestess with more loathing than actual fear.
Of course, that was when she was stronger, before being locked in a dark cell for six months, surviving on next to nothing.
What was there left to lose, she thought, thinking of Asher.
Without another thought, Lillian elbowed the guard hard in the stomach. He folded, stunned, and fumbled for his weapon, but by that time, Lillian was at the door. She tripped one guard, then the next, and was through the doors before they had time to untangle themselves.
However, it was an inevitability that they would eventually get up, and make chase.
However, it was an inevitability that they would eventually get up, and make chase.
She ran as fast as she could, skipping across the ground. She risked a glance over her shoulder, and saw a guard , alarmingly close behind her, rifle cocked.
A bullet of some type whizzed past her ear. Lillian heard another shot, then a bright pain erupted in her back. She reached around, and pulled out a drugged dart.
There was a canal ahead of her, and maybe... Just maybe, if she could get to it....
Without thinking, Lillian hurled herself over the railing, for a single terrifying second, she thought she was going to miss, before she landed heavily in the schooner, making it rock.
Niobe wrote:"Now come," the man said, "and don’t try anything." -- The correct way to write this is:
"Now come," the man said. "And don't try anything."
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