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Memories	By : Asirainis Category: +A through F > Dragon Quest/ Dragon Warrior Views: 1615 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Four: Marcello
Airlia looked at the familiar terrain that had been so blindingly run by only a matter of days ago. She had lived at the church her whole life, and had to run in fear for her safety and the safety of those in her dreams. As they came around the hill – she stopped them. "I fear someone may try to have me removed from the group. If that is the case, going down this path and taking the first right you see, you'll find a town called Simpleton. A man with long platinum blonde hair in a red uniform can usually be found in the bar there, answering to the name of 'Angelo.' Seek his help; he will get you into the Abbey. I will have to wait it out until he comes to find me in order to help me escape. Beware, Jessica, Marcello labels him as a womanizer, though he has never been such with me." Jessica nodded as she suppressed a groan.
Alistair looked at her as he said quite firmly, "I won't allow them to touch you my friend."
Draco and Yangus both nodded as she said, "I don't intend to be seen, but I may have to do something if they refuse to let you see my father."
Trode sighed heavily as he said, "As much as my daughter and I want to be human… I don't want it to be at the sake of your freedom."
Airlia merely shook her head, "Don't worry Trode. I've dealt with them for years, I can put up with them for a few miserable hours…" The group nodded as they proceeded up to the church.
The priest, Michel, who was outside the Abbey merely smiled at her with a small wave as she nodded back to him. They proceeded inside with the horse and cart waiting just outside of the abbey with Michel, to keep them safe from the roving creatures outside. She told Trode to remain there, with his hood up, with Medea to keep her safe. The group traveled to the back of the main part of the church, to where the Abbey was. As she suspected, the guards weren't paying too much attention with her staying behind Draco and Alistair, while Yangus and Jessica stayed on either side.
She recognized both Templars as being the ones who chased her all the way to Peregrin Quay! The taller one had thinning dirty blonde hair that went just past his shoulders. He wore a gold rosary, had an iron sword strapped to his waist while he had a blue and white uniform on with a grey undershirt. He stood about six foot even, with a blue overcoat protecting his uniform. His long face, stern and frightening as he shoved Draco back, made the others to put their hands on weapons of their choice as Matthew said, "Leave! Now! You're not allowed to be back here! So go, unless you want to die by a Templar's sword!" Curtis was with him, getting ready to draw his sword – a smaller face, about six inches shorter than Matthew but while he held no hair, he had a brown goatee and mustache. His black eyes were hard on the group.
Suddenly the simple windows above were thrown open as Marcello's voice could be heard, making Airlia tense out of fear. She didn't know who held the windows open, but guessed it was likely his other lackeys Myers and Don. She listened to what he had to say, "I ordered you to keep strangers out, not to be rude. We have a reputation. Do you want to sully the name of the Templars!?"
The two Templars before the group knelt as Matthew said, "Marcello!?"
While Curtis responded, "I'm sorry, Captain!"
Marcello focused his sapphire blue eyes on the group as he tried to place the brunette of the group who had yet to look up at him as he said, "I apologize for the heavy-handedness of my men. We've had some trouble with strangers of late. We also had someone go missing, causing us much stress as we seek to ensure she is safe. Her name is Airlia, and if you run into her, please inform us immediately. Our duty is to protect the abbey and its inhabitants. We cannot permit nameless travelers to wander around at will. Matters within the abbey are trouble enough. But that's no concern of yours!" Airlia couldn't help but worry about her father and the dream of him being killed. Marcello snapped his fingers as she made the mistake of looking up, and when his gaze met hers, she knew she had to run or be caught again.
"Airlia!? Templars, bring her to me now, and remember to be gentle with her." As Matthew and Curtis sprang into action, determined to not be outrun by a mere slip of a girl again as two other Templars closed the gates… She knew she had no other way to go, as she turned herself in. A look sent to Alistair said that she was only doing this so they wouldn't be harmed.
Draco caught the glance as he shouted at them, "Let her go! She obviously doesn'twant to be here!"
Draco lunged at the nearest Templar, Curtis as Airlia said, "Guys, remember what I told you. If you're unsure, Trode knows the way. Please! He is depending on you to help him survive!" She went into the abbey with the Templars as the others looked at each other in worry about what would happen to her.
The gates to the church opened while the doors to the Abbey closed once more as Marcello said, "I trust you have no further business here, so I would ask you to leave. Airlia is back where she belongs. I will give you a friendly warning if you try to persist in seeing my love, that my men are ill at ease. I may not be able to stop them next time." He left the window to go find Airlia as the men shut the windows.
Airlia found herself being dragged up the stairs to Marcello's study and sleeping quarters, where she was thrown on the ground. She glared darkly at the men around her as Marcello towered over her. His glare darkened as he turned to his men and demanded, "Leave us!"
They nodded and stepped outside – the door shutting behind them with a frightening slam. Marcello kneeled to grab her chin and force her to stare at him as he demanded, "What were you thinking… Leaving the safety of the Abbey… Leaving me?!"
She glared at him darkly as she said, "I was – did…" She corrected herself before continuing, "something important… I saved the life of someone who was to die by a fiend's hand. Father is the fiend's next target! I have to protect my father, regardless of what you might think! I refuse to lose him."
Marcello scoffed, "How could you save him? You have no powers! Leave the matter to my men. You will stay in my room since I've had your room renovated to hold more Templars. I will be staying in the other half of the room – my study – until we can be married."
Airlia paled at the thought of being married to someone who she only viewed as a brother, and a very stubborn brother at that. "I won't be married to you Marcello. You're nothing more than a very stubborn brother to me."
Marcello narrows his eyes at her as he released her chin and grabbed her upper arm, yanking her up to her feet as he brought her close to him to inspect her for marks left by anyone else but him. Satisfied with whatever he saw, he threw her to the bed before turning to leave. She heard him slam the door as she raced to get there – to try and open it before he could lock it. However, the fateful sound told her that he had in fact locked the door.
Denying the sound she heard, she still tried the door only to find herself trapped; fear for her father caused her to collapse into a sobbing heap. She had to wait for the signal, but would it come too late to save her father? She could only hope not… An hour later, she was shaken from her thoughts, as the door opened and he came into the room. Glaring at him, she stood – hoping against hope that he would simply let her go to rejoin the others, however, after he spoke of marrying her – she had some serious doubts.
"So my fiancée… since I assume you came to your senses and asked a group of travelers to escort you back. I wish to know what it is you really did when you were out." His smooth voice rolled over her as did his eyes.
She was thankful, now more than ever, of having gotten a new silk dress lest he think that the others harmed her. "I've been having nightmares of a terrible evil that is out to murder innocent people… At first I thought it was merely random slayings, but now I'm certain they're being targeted for a reason that I have yet to figure out. The day I ran, I had a nightmare of a terrible fire… that I was trapped in it with no way out… Father had given me his blessings to go, so I ran. I outran those Templars you sent all the way to port. I ended up getting aid from the crew of the ship going to Port Prospect. While on the boat, the captain gave me the key to his room so I could rest without being disturbed. While sleeping, I had another dream of a man in blue armor being murdered. I sought the captain to learn of Alistair, the man traveling with us now. I managed to save him, and met up with the other travelers when I suddenly knew that creature was after father…" She left out that the creature was also pursuing her for the moment as well as speaking with the Goddess.
However, before she could continue, Marcello held his hand up to silence her. "This sounds like a lie, simply because the man should be dead if he was going to be murdered… so how is he merely walking around? Won't the murderer go after him again?"
Airlia shook her head, "He was murdered! I managed to escape with his body, and go back to port. After arriving, an herbalist the traveling priest from the nearby town of Alexandria and the local nun helped me with reviving him. Something tells me he won't go after those he murdered – even if they are revived subsequently."
Marcello glared at her as he considered his next question… "So you love him then if you went through all of that trouble to bring him back?"
His voice was chilling, a verbal slap to her and possibly much worse if she didn't choose her words carefully… "I grew up with you and Angelo. You two are naught but brothers to me in my eyes. Alistair – the man who was murdered and revived – is naught but a protector because of something that creature said to me."
Marcello chose to ignore that she considered him only a brother, but relief flashed through his eyes at the thought of that boyonlybeing a protector – and if he had his way, it would only stay as such. He glared at her, "Then what about the other boys with you?"
Airlia rolled her eyes without pretense as she responded, "Draco is a friend who has decided to protect me as well during the trip. He is a retainer to the magnanimous King Trode of Trodain. King Trode and his people have befallen a curse of the most terrible sort by the same creature that is now after father! Yangus, the more squat man, is a former thief who turned loyal to Draco after he saved his life during a fight. He agreed to travel with Draco because he feels a duty to protect the man. Jessica is merely Alistair's sister who wants to kill Dhoulmagus for killing her brother – even though he is now alive once more. She also feels a duty to protect me because I rescued him and revived him."
Marcello's glare became darker as he said, "Well you won't be in danger because you're not going out there anymore. You're to be my wife, and nothing will change that."
Airlia felt tears leap to her eyes as it became apparent in that moment simply that he refused to believe her. He turned on his heels and left the room without a second word and locked the door once more as she curled up on the floor, refusing to lie on the bed. She listened for when Angelo returned. He would help her get out of the jam she was in. For her father's sake, he had to!
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