"Father Benson!" A monastery guard came in quickly, he looked out of breath, as if he had been running a great distance. He put his hands on his knees, catching his breath as he spoke, " There's...Grecian ship...south part of the island...isn't attacking....just waiting for something..."<br/><br/><br/>-----------------------------<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">How long can I last without him? It has been so long since someone cared for me, and now he's gone...I am little more than Lotor's slave now...but what can I do?</span><br/><br/>Amora's heart skipped a beat when she felt a caress from behind. The force behind the arm wrapping around her chest was enough to tell her that, unfortunately, it was not Drinian but Lotor, the overly-eager brute who had killed her master and love. She remembered where she was, and what Lotor had done, to her and Drinian. Hate and sorrow welled up in her, but she forced it down as she felt her captor release her from his grip and get up. The rough blanket he had spread over them felt cold without another person's body heat warming it. She shivered as she sat up, only to hunch over as a shooting pain ran through her lower torso. Pulling the blanket off her legs revealed a somewhat gruesome sight; the ground beneath and her inner thighs were caked with blood.<br/><br/>Amora swallowed, glancing over at Lotor to see if he knew of how terribly he had hurt her, other than simply her feelings. He didn't even look at her, he was scrounging through a rucksack, too busy to notice the girl's fear of injury.<span style="font-style: italic">He wouldn't care anyways</span>, she concluded, covering her legs with the blanket again when Lotor threw a tunic at her. She pulled the cloth from her face to give Lotor a confused look, only to receive a pair of trousers to the face.<br/><br/>"Put those on. I don't need you running around in that rag of a dress." Lotor said, his back still facing her. She did so, glancing over at him a few times to see if he was peeping. He wasn't, oddly enough, he seemed too busy with a fair-sized box to notice her changing. It must have something important, as he was trying to pry the lid off with the scimitar stuck in the slot. He gave a frustrated growl when it didn't work, and he put the box back in the sack, put it over his shoulder, and finally faced Amora.<br/><br/>"Come on, then. We have places to be." He said finally, heading further from the monastery. Amora followed, only because she knew there would be consequences if she didn't.