Lafiel Tarrant

[Lafiel]

They had been absolutely surrounded around Southampton there were just so many enemies and Lafiel was able to do nothing but watch.

She suddenly Screamed as her ship took hits battle always made her a bit jumpy but now it was on for one and all and the armed forces couldn't protect her. She saw the enemy it was a Molly who was attacking panicking she set a course for Southampton Shipyard Itself she went for the giant dry docks weaving her way through them the enemy right behind her.

She thought she was gonna die or have to eject she was really nervous she was a good flyer and yet she was doing something crazy like weaving amongst the enormous dry dock moorings suddenly the enemy pulled off as he came under fire. Lafiel breathed a sigh of Relief she was later escorted home to Cambridge.


Lafiel lay on her bed in her enormous room on the second floor gazing through the window as night fell she lay captivated in her own thoughts how much this Mr. Kithe intrigued her oh indeed what would father or anyone else think if they knew a terrorist intrigued her and that he was on her mind for reasons other than resent hate and a thirst for his end. She wondered deep down why would this individual swear and oath never to harm me. I mean if it's true and he has done what so many people say and what he himself says I'm not that special and he had even offered her a drink offering up his hospitality at a restaurant on New London Lafiel was slightly nervous at the idea what if it was true what people said about him but it faded away under her curiousity surely he couldn't harm me in public nor someone be as unique as what people say he is but she wouldn't have Oliver with her that made her a little anxious either him or father had travelled with her or even her brother when they were little with a contingent of guards but no Oliver was here in Araluen Estate for some reason she hadn't understood nor did he elaborate why he was spending the last week of his only holiday there rather than being out at some of the more popular holiday destinations.

It was going to be just her and this Mr Kithe oh well worser things could probably happen couldn't they I mean that Gaian could kidnap me again or actually one must say not many bad things happen asides I almost lost my father that is really the only bad thing to happen in recent times it might even be a lovely drink and dinner whats the worse that could happen she might even learn a lot about this individual it's very exciting when one thinks it over.

A shiver suddenly went along her spine goosebumps ran along her skin even along her body which was covered by her long blue nightie she got up and closed the tall arch windows to stop the breeze coming in. Anyone would think it was winter with such a cold wind she didn't feel any warmer sitting down again.

She suddenly remembered the photo she had brought with her she she picked it up from her desk were she had absentmindedly left it she ran up the enormous grand staircase which ascended to the very top of the manors seven floors but got off on the third. She found Oliver right were she expected him to be at this late hour sitting in the room her family had given him she didn't knock as she entered she could smell the smoke of his pipe which by some miracle of technology gave him everything but the negative health benefits. He looked up breathe from behind the newspaper he read sitting in his favourite arm chair by the small fire.

Lafiel leant against the butlers desk clinging to the picture as she waited for Oliver to finish.

"Yes? What can I do for you Lafiel is there something you need?" Oliver spoke around his pipe as he folded up his news paper before gingerly chucking it on the small fire which greedily consumed it. Lafiel spoke stammered her words she suddenly felt nervous about what this might mean, "Oliver I have this photo I believe someone's tampered with. It strange because it looks like.. someone else should be in the photo but you can't make out the image it is like it gets hazy and you can only get a glimpse of hair. I um was wondering if you could take a look at it. I thought you would be an expert on this sort of thing the whole clue and falsification of photos you are an agent after all..."

Oliver looked her in the eyes taking a puff on his pipe, "An what photo would that be young lady." Lafiel brought her arms away from covering the frame and glanced at it briefly before handing it over. A look of pain was it or shock or maybe even both crossed his face briefly it was quickly covered up again by an impassive front. Lafiel pointed a finger at the source of her skeptisim for it not being an original image, "There are four of these same picture of this same moment in time around the manor and none of them have any sign of this in the image. I want you to fix it if you could bring back to me the original image."

Oliver shook his head, "I can't do that for you my dear I'm sorry I don't know were you got this photo but you must put it back were you found it an never bring up the topic again. It is for your own good."

Lafiel suddenly snapped, "Everything is for my own good, how would you know whats good for me. You are not me what you mean is you won't do this for me because your tied up in some secret plot with my father as usual. If you don't bring me an original image of this photo I will find someone who can do you understand me I won't let this small insignificant thing slip by just because you tell me its for my own good."

Oliver stood up placed the photo on his desk and put a gentle arm around Lafiel slowly guiding her to the door of his room as he spoke, "Now young lady there is no good that will come from you digging up the past only pain and you are a rather fragile little thing. It is best you forget about it please my dear know that it's for the best it is out of love that this is the done. I know you might not like it but somethings you have no control over. Good night and sleep well my dear countess."

Lafiel suddenly found his arm removed from around her and that she was facing a closed locked door. Lafiel stood shocked that not only had she gained no useful information from Oliver he had managed to take the only evidence she had and then lock her out of his room leaving her with even more questions.

Lafiel suddenly hurt yes that was the correct word she felt hurt that nobody was ever on her side she felt betrayed she thought that Oliver would have helped her. Her hands balled into tight little fists as she Looked at the door so many thoughts began to well up in her and over flow she pounded the door screaming and yelling, "Let me in Oliver! I'm not such an innocent little fragile porcelin doll that you and father make me out to be. Open this door this instance and tell me who's in the photo. I demand you tell me. You both can't keep it from me forever. Please don't do this. Your being so unreasonable and unfair. I want to know. I'm not a child anymore I don't need protection I want answers!"

Lafiel felt tears well up in her eyes as she thought of her father how for some unknown reason he was doing this again to her without her even knowing why or that it was torturing her. She suddenly felt really tired something was wrong her vision started to blur and it was a scream of alarm as she suddenly felt faint the last she knew as she began to fall was strong arms catching her under her arms and around the waist and the smell of pipe smoke.

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