My Seven Foot Tall Savior By: Kael Stefan stefankael@gmail.com
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Chapter One: Meet The Person Who Kidnapped Me
"There. Just right there and don't stop unless I told you so." I moaned a trail of ecstatic euphoria as Lucas, my twenty-four-year-old friend, gently used a smooth net scrub in the middle of a river stream to scrub my back. The stream of water gushed in front of me at mid-level, allowing me to simply just cool off and enjoy with the aquamarine fishes picking cute pops on my skin beneath the waters.
"That's enough scrubbing, Stefan," Lucas told with a huskier tone than usual. I hated it when he does that. And he always used that very deep voice that made me startle every time he spoke. Ever since he kidnapped me from my city, where my families and fellow citizens have been captured, his voice was the scariest and most intimidating.
My kidnapper was named Lucas Dayne Dragonlance; he said it himself when I asked that question. The funny thing is: I asked that question when I had tight ropes tied on my hands behind my back and on my legs. To my profound luck, I had the urge to pee and bathe since I smelled like wyvern poison because I was experimenting on cookies and doughnuts just before the war started. And then he kidnapped me. Me, Kael Stefan, the last Elektri of my kind in the city of Diespiter Optimus.
"Just give me a few more minutes, brother, and then you can tie me back," I smiled as I splashed some of the waters, letting my inner-child spirit ran free in the stream to the very point that I splashed him on his armor, sloshing his own knightly-spiky helmet. "Oops. Sorry, Luke, a-hehe. . ." I giggled. But the remains of my giggles turned into whimpers of despair when two heavy arms almost crushed me on its own strength.
"Alright, that's enough, kid." He ordered.
Lucas, a seven-foot-tall knight in black armor, carried me like a damsel. The few seconds of my despair turned into another soft giggle. "You're carrying me like a princess, Lucas. A-ha-ha-ha. Put me down."
"No."
"It's already been a day, Lucas. Please tell me where we're going." I asked as I shifted my short thighs in his crested large chest while playing my fingers and drawing circles and other shapes on his back. He never answered the question, and instead, he tightened his grip on me, making me do another low whimper. "That hurts a bit, Lucas."
I wanted to think about what happened to my family. I wanted to ask him about how they are and where were my friends going. All he answered was a monotone growl of "No." And now that I told him that his grip on me was hurting me a bit, he just scoffed.
"Please. . . "
"Fine." He said, carefully loosening his hard grip, but careful enough to hold me in case I'd plan on kicking him in the chest and jump and run and scream for my life.
But I wouldn't do that, of course. I have electric powers that would, sure enough, electrocute him for a few minutes. But the thing is, he had implanted a very small creating on my wrist that would borrow and come out of my arm if Lucas decided to. If I escaped, he said that the small creature would chew me up whole in a matter of days until all my limbs were inside the creature's stomach.
That really got me scared.
I rubbed my wrist in concern until I feel his warm hands slowly putting me from his shoulder to the back of the lionhorse, a creature as twice as large as a common as a Friesian horse and three times strong than a common lion. "I already untied you and I'm not tying you back again. But if you do choose to escape from my watch, I'll have Mr. Bronx eat you alive." Lucas Dayne Dragonlance warned me with an index finger pointing at my nose, pressing on it slightly to command fear.
I smirked, trying to make a statement that nothing about him fears me.
"Do you understand me, Kael Stefan?" He raised his voice a little higher and a little more deeper, his other arm swiftly clutching the strand of my short hair at the back of my head, bringing it closer to his armored face.
I couldn't see his face; the helmet was so hollow that only his fiery breath came out and scare the life out of my slightly pale skin. I slowly closed both of my eyes and surrendered, a meltdown-inducing fear he gave was so distracting and disturbing even though it's a bright, sunny day. A few seconds later, I opened one eye just a little bit to see him staying still as he looked at me without any other movement. "Yes, Lucas. I deeply understand." I wanted him to see me smile when I had the chance that he'd forgive me, but his heavy stare and heating breath is making me lose focus, making me uncomfortably feeble and submissive. "Deeply," I said, emphasizing my word.
"You're a good kid, and a smart one. That should save your life." He finally said as he turned me around in the saddle. I smiled happily until I bucked a short cry when Lucas randomly slapped me in my bum.
"Ow, Lucas. What was that for?" I cried in pain, it hurt but at least I didn't shed a tear. I don't want this stupid jerk to see me in pain, but sometimes he's so annoying in this bright journey.
The lionhorse whinnied and stomped twice on the dusty ground. "I hate you, Stefan." He told me as he put on his arm braces and hand armor before hopping and placing himself on the saddle behind me, leading the horse to start its pace. He put his feet in the stirrups and his hands on the reins. "You can hold on to my legs."
I turned my head to give him a sheepish grin, "Thank you, Lucas." I immediately hold on to his thighs, which was again and again, armored.
"You can thank me later at the palace, kid. The Storm Lord is waiting for you."
"Had the Storm Lord already prepared a feast for me? I cannot wait, Lucas!" I asked him excitedly, my hand gripping on his legs tightly as the lionhorse hastened its pace on the cobblestone path. I found myself relaxed and satisfied by the journey until I rested my back onto his hard abdomen.
"No, kid, he's preparing you a prison."
To be continued
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