Story Of Silva Part 2

 This is the continuation of the exciting Story Of Silva, written by me. I will try to post the new parts in this story as often as I can. If you missed Part 1 check under published stories above to read it.

Marduke woke up in a soft bed, thinking that he had gone to heaven or hell. It did not take long however, to realize that he had lived through the thieves attack the other day. When his mind and fully awoken he sat up in the bed expecting the wound to hurt, however he felt nothing of the sort. He put the hand where the thieves dagger had, penetrated his skin, but there was no wound to be found.

“For how long was I out?”

“Not long, only 2 days.”

Without thinking, he had spoken out is thought aloud, and as he got his answer, a woman emerged from the darkest corner of the simple room he was in. He recognized her immediately, it was the same woman who had helped him survive his ordeals with the bandits.

“You, who are you? And why am I not wounded?”

“One, question at a time knight.

  I am Silva, and I healed you.

He could not believe what he heard now. Healed him? Even with the most powerful herbs it would have taken weeks to even move after getting such a wound.

“What kind of witchcraft is this?!

  No one can heal a wound of that size this fast!”

“With magic anything is possible. Now, I told you my name, but what is yours?”

“Marduke.”

He answered out of pure politeness, but he was now terrified. If she was what he thought she was, then he would surely be killed after they interrogated him with their powerful magic.

“What do you want with me?”

“I just wanted to help you, nothing more”

“Help me? Why? Are you not with them?”

Her small answers only gave Marduke more questions, he could not believe her at all. If someone outside the castle walls used magic, they would be branded as criminals, which meant that according to what she told him so far, he was in big trouble.

“Them? Oh, you must mean the Shadow League.

  Yes, I was with them, but I left and will never return there.

  Don't look so terrified Marduke, I am not going to hurt you.”

She opened the door and went out of the room. Marduke could not believe a word she said. He noticed that his sword and armor had been put into his room with him, and he started to dress quickly. He peeked into the next room, to see that Silva, stood by a table with her back turned against him and the door, looking at some parchment. With the hand on his hilt he was ready to strike at her and bust out of this place.

To Be Continued....