| Subject: Mythios..Man of Mystery |
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Becca
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Date Posted: 11:20:36 07/04/01 Wed
On Friday as the sun was just setting and the sky was a vibrant shade of red-orange, a coach pulled up to the Chateau. Becca was ready, standing, a case next to her, and she was dressed in a new outfit. A long dark purple flowing skirt with a lace ruffle at the hem, a crisp white blouse that buttoned up high around her throat, a thin purple bow at the top of her collar, and a matching short waisted jacket. A pair of purple leather gloves that Gaston had given to her as a going away gift. The old devil he really did like Becca. The coach drawn by four black stallions, came to a stop before Becca. Her eyes were wide as she saw there was no driver seated atop it. And they grew even wider as she reached for the coach's door, and it opened up to her of its own accord. She stepped in, the interior was plush, and rich. Deep red soft velvet covered the seats, and the carpet beneath her feet was embroidered with silken threads, making out some designs that Becca thought were familiar to her, though she could not quite place them. As soon as she was seated, the coach took off and she rode in comfort for over 2 days. She would doze off and on, and after several hours the coach stopped in a small village, where Becca took the opportunity to freshen up, as she returned to the coach, she saw a meal and wine were left in a basket upon the opposite seat. Again she climbed in and the coach took off. Several times over the course of the next two days it stopped in small villages and each time she returned there was refreshments awaiting her. And every time she stopped it seemed no one in the villages ever took notice of her, or the mysterious driverless coach. After the last stop and some more wine had been drunk, she slept soundly. mayhaps a bit too soundly, for when she awoke, Becca found herself inside the castle of Mythios, upon a large four postered feather bed. Her clothes had been removed and her belongings put away. She stirred and rubbed at her eyes, they fluttered and slowly opened. She felt as if she had been drunk, but knew she only drank one glass of wine. Her mind told her she had been drugged. She gazed about the large bedroom, a huge stone hearth already set with a blazing fire, and a young maid standing bedside with a tray for her. She smiled at the pretty young thing. "Greetings." She said sleepily. The girl spoke quietly to her."Good evening Mistress Rebecca." At that she had to laugh. Being called Mistress was something she was not accustomed to."Evening, you say?" She had no clue as to the day or time. "Yes Mistress Rebecca, I need to help you dress, Master Mythios has bid me to escort you to supper." She set down the tray on the mahogony table next to the bed, and pulled back the covers. Becca noticed she was nude. "Who undressed me girl?" She asked slightly disgruntled. "I did Mistress." The girl replied. "You did eh? And what is your name girl?" Becca asked as she climbed out of bed. "I am Gabrielle, Mistress." She smiled softly. Becca nodded, and let the girl do her bidding and let her dress Becca. As she was lead through the castle, Becca was accutely aware of being looked upon, though no eyes could be seen. She was lead to a grand dining hall, with a long polished table, at the end of the table two places were set, and a man rather thin and weathered looking stood, dressed in a long flowing black robe. His eyes were as piercing as they come, and bluer then the sky above. Becca literally shivered as she approached him. She spoke not a word as he seemed to study her for a long moment. "My..." his voice held an almost errie tone. "You have grown into quite the woman Rebecca, though I knew you would." He said rather pleased, as a sly grin slid like a serpent over his lips. "I am Mythios, you may not remember me, my sweet. Sit." He bid her and she did, in silence, watching him carefully as he sat himself. A wave of his hand and the girl Gabrielle was dismissed. Becca had so many questions to ask him, and many more things would she learn as she stayed here. Much would become known by her, and her family in time. Mayhaps more then she ever though was possible.
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