Tuesday, January 15, 2013
To Catch a Butterfly ~ Part 2
To catch up on To Catch a Butterfly, you can find Part 1 here.
January looked to her butterflies. "Go get help," she whispered as they fluttered off. Hopefully her friend the woodpecker would be close by or maybe some of her squirrel friends.
January tried to right her body in the net, hoping to be able to reach the knot and untie it, but it was no use. Every turn just got her more tangled.
"You shouldn't fret about so," came a deep voice from behind. "It will only make it harder to get out."
January sighed, it wasn't Garnet. She was tangled in someone else's net.
"Well why don't you just let me down and save me the trouble of fretting," January retorted, trying to turn around and see her capture.
"Oh, I can't do that," said the man. "After all I've caught a butterfly and one must stop and admire it's beauty."
The man walked around to face January. "You must be January, the eldest of daughter of the Earth. You will fetch a fine ransom. Of course, had one of your sisters been here with you it would be much more. Of the eleven sisters I had to catch the loner. Oh well, it is what it is."
"You seem to know a lot about me." January eyed the man with dark hair, long goatee and dark green eyes. A scar zig zagged across his forehead. "Might you do me the favor of introducing yourself so I can have the same pleasure."
"Oh, how rude of me," the man did a deep bow. "They call me Lord Brovaka, but you can call me Thomas, as we will become close friends until your ransom has been paid." He rubbed his hands together and glared at January, giving her the chills. "Oh yes, we shall have great fun while waiting for your father to pay."
"You are no friend of mine," said January. "My father will not pay. He will send his armies to find me and you will be dead. So let me down and I will see that your life is spared."
Lord Brovaka laughed. "Oh, he will pay. For if he doesn't I will set my sights on your sisters, February and July are quite lovely. I'd love to add them to my collection."
"You stay away from my sisters, you monster!"
Lord Brovaka stroked his goatee. "Well then, be a nice pet and play nice and I won't have to involve your sisters." He drew his sword. "Do I have your word not to run?"
January nodded. She had to get away, but could do nothing if she was caught up in Lord Brovaka's net. "I promise, I'm not going anywhere."