The Royal Rumble Prediction Contest 2014

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Welcome to the absolute last Solace Prediction Contest. Many people keep asking me why, and why is hard to explain so I’ll make it as short as possible: time. These contests take up a week of my life every month, and while I enjoy playing the game with all of you, it’s grown weary. The sponsorships helped, the encouragement and thank yous helped, but in the end it was too much work for a product that has seen interest dwindling while I have more to do than ever. I’ll miss it, especially during the PPVs, but this decision has been made. It was actually made back in September, but I couldn’t just bow out at any time. I wanted to go out on the best, and to be honest, the Royal Rumble is always the most fun for me when it comes to predictions.

The Contest: If you don’t know, this is all about predicting the PPV! The person who best guesses the matches and then possibly the tie-breakers ends up winning the prize!

The Prize: This month we are giving away a whole slew of prizes, the bigget one being from @WrestleSubtitle and The Wrestling Game. They are giving away $75 of WWE Merchandise and WWE2K14 on your XBOX360 or PS3. If you already own WWE2K14 they will simply up the ante of your WWE Shop Merchandise to $100.

The Secondary Prizes: We have for you a pack of Rumbler toys, from me:

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We have an autograph from none other that the Brooklyn Brawler, from Brawler himself:

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We have autographs from Scott Stanford as well as Konnor and Viktor of NXT’s Ascension. Those I do not have in my hands so no pictures are available.

From Future Endeavors we are giving away a DDP Yoga T-shirt. He’s done wonders for us, get some inspiration from them.

From @MarkBilly, we have a signed copy of Mick Foley’s Hardcore Diaries.

There might be other prizes as well. ANYONE who wants to sponsor something is welcome to join.

The Jabroni Jobber Prize: For the person who does the WORST at predicting, you get a group of used WWE action figures from @Andrewthemark.

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The Rules: THE RULES HAVE CHANGED! READ THEM!

  • You MUST have a Twitter account. If I don’t get a twitter handle from you I will not go searching for you to find you and you will not be entered. Please include it when you send in your predictions.
  • You MUST be following me (obviously), @WrestleSubtitle, @FutureEndeavors, @brawlerreal, @scottstanford1, @KonnorWWE, @ViktorRiseWWE, @MarkBilly, and @Andrewthemark. There will be no reminders. If you are not following the account you will not get the prize and I move on to the next person. If you are not interested in a particular prize, you do not have to follow the person offering the prize. But you are not eligible for a prize without following the person giving it away.
  • You MUST like the Facebook page of the sponsor. https://www.facebook.com/TheWrestlingGame (If you do not have a FB, please let me know)
  • I just want names for who wins. I don’t care who retains. I don’t care how they win. I want to know who in each match is declared the winner. No Contest is an acceptable answer, but it’s the only answer that is allowed besides names.
  • You MAY name names that aren’t in the match if you think they are going to swerve us. HOWEVER, if you are purposefully going for the Jabroni Jobber prize, and I can tell, you will be disqualified. (ie: answering Brooklyn Brawler, JTG, and Zack Ryder for three of the matches is an obvious jobber attempt).
  • You may NOT change your predictions once they are entered. Period.
  • The predictions are open from now until Saturday, January 25, 2014 at 11:59pm EST. The only exceptions are those who ask for it before hand and it’s within reason. 2:00 pm Sunday afternoon is NOT within reason.
  • I will announce when I have entered you into the contest. You will get a number and a welcome on Twitter. Give me 48 hours before asking if I got your predictions, I’m one person taking care of this, and I currently have three jobs! If you ask me before it’s been 48 hours, prepare to be ignored. (The exceptions to this is if I have announced I am through all of the predictions I have, if you haven’t been announced then you should ask me).
  • You may enter your predictions by dming me on @SolaceWinter, by emailing me SolaceWinter@yahoo.com or by leaving a comment below. If it is your first time leaving a comment it will not show up until I’ve approved it.
  • Good luck!

THE MATCHES TO PREDICT:

  1. Rhodes vs. The New Age Outlaws
  2. Big Show vs. Brock Lesnar
  3. Daniel Bryan vs. Bray Wyatt
  4. Randy Orton vs. John Cena
  5. The Royal Rumble
  6. Tie-Breaker 1: What number will your Royal Rumble winner be?
  7. Tie-Breaker 2: Who will be entrant #2?
  8. Tie-Breaker 3: Who will the last 4 contestants in the Royal Rumble?
  9. Tie-Breaker 4: Who will eliminate the most people?
  10. Tie-Breaker 5: Who will be the first 4 contestants eliminated?

Congratulations to the WWE TLC 2013 Predictions Winners, and Loser.

First, sadly, is always our Jabroni Jobber. They tried hard, but someone had to be the biggest loser. This month that prize goes to… @ayumidah! Sorry doll! Please collect your prize from @GlamourNMetal!

Second, our $5 jackpot! SOOOO close in winning it all, but he did at least win some money with 6 predictions correct, @allnewtpir! This is his second month winning the jackpot!

And finally, what you have all been waiting for… the grand prize winner… @klborg319! With the table prediction spot-on, and only being 1 minute off in the length of time for the TLC match, he called it! Please see @TheJuiciDetails, @Right2PlayGod, and @WWEThatsNotPG for details on how to collect your prizes!

Great job everyone, and we will see you for the Royal Rumble, where our big sponsor is @WrestleSubtitle! And boy do he and his crew have a great prize set up for you!

The WWE TLC 2013 Prediction Contest!

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Your prizes tonight: First, a T-shirt from @TheJuiciDetails. This is a T-shirt of your choice from TTOFS. TTOFS has also said they would thrown in a FREE Mystery shirt of THEIR choice with the shirt of your choice! Second, a T-shirt of your choice from @Right2PlayGod from the WWE Shop! And last, your fourth shirt, is your choice from @WWEThatsNotPG and the Turnbuckle Tees Shop!

The Jabroni Jobber prize, thanks to @GlamourNMetal is an autographed Zack Ryder DVD! Unfortunately I forgot to save the picture of this, but it’s nifty!

I’m in a hurry because I’m so far behind! I’m sorry guys! This will be quick! How do you win the shirts from our wonderful sponsors? Easy, get the predictions right. If you tie, we go to tie-breakers. I do NOT take all tie-breakers into consideration. I go in order. Tie-breaker 1. If there is still a tie, those who PASSED tie-breaker 1 go to tie-breaker 2 and so on. I’ve never had to go past tie-breaker 4.

The person who does the WORST gets the Jabroni prize, and that does include tie-breakers as well.

I will update this page throughout the show so you can see your scores! Good luck everyone!

  1. @SolaceWinter*
  2. @TheSupremeForce*
  1. @Right2PlayGod
  2. @BrothaCheese
  1. @WWEThatsNotPG
  2. @BizarroDoom
  1. @VrySrsBsns
  2. @aPsychoSoldier
  3. @RegalSays
  4. @ThisIsChev
  5. @RayLott2
  6. @Glenntertain
  7. @Kristoffrable
  8. @ZOMGItsIngrid
  9. @Melodelish4286
  10. @TomQWood
  11. @NickRedMachine*
  12. @karnuj
  13. @evilkarebear
  14. @thagr8short1
  15. @jjmwwe89
  16. @Jasmine_Galan
  17. @sXe_Edd
  18. @shute915
  19. @NickGator
  20. @DXDONMEGA
  21. @IamLWilliams
  22. @CoreySantiago
  23. @thechris316
  24. @ZigglersQueen81
  25. @jmt5887
  26. @JakeGronie
  27. @sallen_87
  28. @Prfct_Princezz
  29. @ayumidah
  30. @James_Milne*
  31. @Big_Thor_Dawg
  32. @micahhhh
  33. @TheBigBrebowski
  34. @badwolfbay10
  35. @RealDealDiPirro
  36. @SkeltonQ
  37. @MzBiracialAngel*
  38. @alindanielsmom
  39. @allnewtpir*
  40. @ScoglioSpeaks
  41. @juicypatlucey
  42. @BrandonDNH
  43. @DarkFalz83
  44. @stvstheworld
  45. @bqsl
  46. @VivaMattyVegas
  47. @Andrewthemark
  48. @JVLewis77
  49. @jen07201
  50. @DanTheDazzler
  51. @CLangton_V
  52. @HaveTilFive
  53. @RandyDunn555
  54. @BradWardFGN
  55. @VinceMcMinistry
  56. @HurriOwl
  57. @RatedRPeep
  58. @DayVan_TeaMal
  59. @Jay_Lee101
  60. @BravestPAPaya
  61. @iammichaelfann
  62. @MrSoze
  63. @insomnivic
  64. @mtforbes
  65. @notoriouseddie
  66. @MattWard2387
  67. @JackForster92
  68. @AgitatedJim
  69. @NYC3MBFan
  70. @Manda598
  71. @BigTimeAallyhia
  72. @BHINDER1
  73. @ashleybbycakes
  74. @empress_nei
  75. @JodyNice1
  76. @Luke_Compton
  77. @ShayLMitchell
  78. @crabshamanrun
  79. @TheJonOMalley
  80. @loveablelinds
  81. @kayetbh
  82. @_kidincredible
  83. @FnRenz
  84. @LTS55
  85. @xTWGx*
  86. @embarrett1231
  87. @dizzle102688
  88. @BeeOhBeeRT_R
  89. @fyeahheath
  90. @reggiego10
  91. @RichardChriston
  92. @WillDangerzone
  93. @rshaneo1
  94. @mikellyoung
  95. @klborg319
  96. @RKOdyourdreams
  97. @Ziggler_Nation
  98. @KellyL54
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42 ZIGGLER BOTH SHIELD BRYAN NATALYA LANGSTON RHODES 2
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54 FANDANGO CENA PUNK WYATTS AJ SANDOW RHODES 5
55 ZIGGLER ORTON PUNK BRYAN NATALYA SANDOW RHODES 3
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58 ZIGGLER ORTON SHIELD WYATTS AJ LANGSTON RHODES 5
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117 ZIGGLER ORTON PUNK WYATTS AJ LANGSTON RHODES 6
120 FANDANGO CENA PUNK WYATTS AJ LANGSTON RHODES 6
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125 ZIGGLER BOTH PUNK WYATTS AJ LANGSTON RHODES 5
128 ZIGGLER ORTON SHIELD WYATTS NATALYA SANDOW RYBAXEL 2
132 ZIGGLER ORTON SHIELD WYATTS AJ LANGSTON USOS 4
137 ZIGGLER NC PUNK WYATTS AJ LANGSTON RHODES 5
138 ZIGGLER CENA SHIELD WYATTS AJ LANGSTON AMERICANS 3
139 ZIGGLER CENA PUNK BRYAN NATALYA LANGSTON AMERICANS 2
140 ZIGGLER CENA PUNK WYATTS NATALYA LANGSTON RHODES 4
141 ZIGGLER CENA PUNK WYATTS AJ LANGSTON RHODES 5
142 ZIGGLER NC SHIELD WYATTS NATALYA LANGSTON RHODES 3
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145 ZIGGLER CENA PUNK WYATTS AJ LANGSTON RHODES 5
146 FANDANGO CENA SHIELD BRYAN AJ LANGSTON RYBAXEL 3
147 ZIGGLER NC SHIELD BRYAN NATALYA LANGSTON RHODES 2
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149 ZIGGLER ORTON PUNK WYATTS AJ LANGSTON RHODES 6
150 ZIGGLER CENA SHIELD WYATTS AJ LANGSTON AMERICANS 3
151 ZIGGLER CENA PUNK BRYAN AJ LANGSTON RHODES 4

 

WWE TLC 2013 Prediction Contest

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Welcome back to predictions! Even if you’ve done this before, make sure to read the rules. I have the right to change them at any time!

The Contest: If you don’t know, this is all about predicting the PPV! The person who best guesses the matches and then possibly the tie-breakers ends up winning the prize!

The Prize: This month we are giving away 4 T-shirts as a grand prize! These are thanks to @JuicyPatLucey, @Right2PlayGod, @TTOFS, and @WWEThatsNotPG. As always you MUST be following these accounts: @Right2PlayGod, @TheJuiciDetails, @TTOFS, and @WWEThatsNotPG, or you can not win the prize. (You are free to enter, but you forfeit the prize. If you only follow, say, @Right2PlayGod, you will win the prize from her and the NEXT person wins the prize from the others if you are the grand prize winner).

The Secondary Prize: This particular part of the contest requires an $1 entry and requires a follow to my @SolaceAutumn account. What’s the prize? You’ll find out if you are following that particular account. You are not required to play for this prize, and you can still, for free, enter the other part of the contest as you always have been able to. $1 entries should be sent to Paypal (only way, sorry guys). SolaceWinter@yahoo.com – Last month was a $7 jackpot.

The Jabroni Jobber Prize: For the person who does the WORST at predicting, you get an autographed Zack Ryder DVD from @GlamourNMetal.

The Rules:

  • You MUST have a Twitter account. If I don’t get a twitter handle from you I will not go searching for you to find you and you will not be entered. Please include it when you send in your predictions.
  • You MUST be following me (obviously), @TheJuiciDetails, @TTOFS, @Right2PlayGod, @WWEThatsNotPG, and @GlamourNMetal. There will be no reminders. If you are not following the account you will not get the prize and I move on to the next person. You may enter the contest without following them, not following them only disqualifies you from the prize.
  • I just want names for who wins. I don’t care who retains. I don’t care how they win. I want to know who in each match is declared the winner. No Contest is an acceptable answer, but it’s the only answer that is allowed besides names.
  • You MAY name names that aren’t in the match if you think they are going to swerve us. HOWEVER, if you are purposefully going for the Jabroni Jobber prize, and I can tell, you will be disqualified. (ie: answering Batista for 3 of the matches will get you DQ’d. If you purposefully predict the opposite of who you think will win, I let it slide).
  • You may NOT change your predictions once they are entered. Period.
  • The predictions are open from now until Saturday, December 14, 2013 at 11:59pm EST. Once closed, they are CLOSED. The only exceptions are those who ask for it before hand and it’s within reason. 2:00 pm Sunday afternoon is NOT within reason.
  • I will announce when I have entered you into the contest. You will get a number and a welcome on Twitter. Give me 48 hours before asking if I got your predictions, I’m one person taking care of this, and I currently have three jobs! If you ask me before it’s been 48 hours, prepare to be ignored. (The exceptions to this is if I have announced I am through all of the predictions I have, if you haven’t been announced then you should ask me).
  • You may enter your predictions by dming me on @SolaceWinter, by emailing me SolaceWinter@yahoo.com or by leaving a comment below. If it is your first time leaving a comment it will not show up until I’ve approved it.
  • Good luck!

THE MATCHES TO PREDICT:

  1. Fandango vs. Dolph Ziggler
  2. John Cena vs. Randy Orton
  3. CM Punk vs. The Shield
  4. Daniel Bryan vs. The Wyatt Family
  5. AJ Lee vs. Natalya
  6. Big E. Langston vs. Damien Sandow
  7. Fatal Fourway Tag
  8. Tie-Breaker 1: How many tables are broken through the night?
  9. Tie-Breaker 2: How long will the TLC match last?
  10. Tie-Breaker 3: How many times will they re-show Stephanie being knocked down?
  11. Tie-Breaker 4: Will there be a Pedigree from Triple H during the PPV? If so, on who?

The Winners, and Loser, of the Survivor Series 2013 Prediction Contest

Here it is, what you came for! It was a long night, especially since most of the matches were kind of dull, or maybe I’m just overly tired. Either way, it’s over, but we do have some prizes to give away.

First, to our jobber. To the man who had 1 match correct, and no tie-breakers, @juicypatlucey! Please see @NevadaWolfe for your prize!

Then, to our JACKPOT winner! That would be @aPsychoSoldier for getting all of the matches correct, though he didn’t win the grand prize because his tie-breakers weren’t quite there (but you did win $5!).

The winner, with the best tie-breakers out of the 12 remaining people who had the perfect match combination… @VinceMcMinistry! Congratulations! Please see @NickGator about your prize!

Next month… I don’t even know what I have a couple of things lined up and looking for more, and for the Royal Rumble we have something big again! Congratulations to the winners, and lose, and see you at TLC!

Survivor Series Predictions and How To Win

SSSeriesMost of you already know how the game is played. The person with the best match predictions is the winner. In cases like tonight, where there’s almost a clear split and it WILL come down to tie-breakers, that’s where the fun begins. I don’t always use all of the tie-breakers. I start with tie-breaker 1. If that doesn’t break the tie, I move on to the next one and the next one and so on until the tie is broken. If the tie is broken after the first one, there’s no need to move on. ONLY the people who get the first tie-breaker correct move on to tie-breaker 2, and so on.

In extreme cases, which has never happened but I feel likely will tonight, all four tie-breakers will determine final “winners”. But there can only be one true winner. That winner will be chosen by a panel of non-biased judges.

The Jabroni Jobber prize is for the person who absolutely predicted the worst throughout the PPV, tie-breakers included.

I will update this space throughout the PPV to show how many of the matches you have correct, so you can see where you stand in the competition.

Your numbers and your predictions are below!

  1. @SolaceWinter*
  2. @TheSupremeForce*
  3. @TeamHellions
  1. @Right2PlayGod
  2. @BrothaCheese
  1. @WWEThatsNotPG*
  2. @BizarroDoom
  1. @VrySrsBsns
  2. @aPsychoSoldier*
  3. @MarkBilly
  4. @gulag1930
  5. @IchibanDrunk
  6. @RegalSays
  7. @Shawndecker
  8. @ThisIsChev
  9. @RayLott2
  10. @SirTweets_ALot
  11. @Kristoffrable
  12. @ZOMGItsIngrid
  13. @Melodelish4286
  14. @TomQWood
  15. @bradshawireland
  16. @NickRedMachine*
  17. @wvawser
  18. @karnuj
  19. @evilkarebear
  20. @thagr8short1
  21. @jjmwwe89
  22. @stateofthelinds
  23. @Jasmine_Galan
  24. @sXe_Edd
  25. @shute915
  26. @NickGator
  27. @FallsDownOften
  28. @DXDONMEGA
  29. @IamLWilliams*
  30. @leeman7959
  31. @bwilli27
  32. @CoreySantiago
  33. @thechris316
  34. @ZigglersQueen81
  35. @jmt5887
  36. @JakeGronie
  37. @sallen_87
  38. @Prfct_Princezz
  39. @ayumidah
  40. @James_Milne*
  41. @Big_Thor_Dawg
  42. @micahhhh
  43. @TheBigBrebowski
  44. @badwolfbay10
  45. @RealDealDiPirro
  46. @SkeltonQ
  47. @MzBiracialAngel
  48. @alindanielsmom
  49. @TheSilentSavior
  50. @allnewtpir
  51. @ScoglioSpeaks
  52. @steve_o_v1
  53. @juicypatlucey
  54. @UNCuse15
  55. @geisey54pkp
  56. @BrandonDNH
  57. @DarkFalz83
  58. @Andrewthemark
  59. @AmplifiedtoRock
  60. @bqsl
  61. @VivaMattyVegas
  62. @stvstheworld
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30 KINGSTON SHOW CENA GTYES FACES TOTAL DIVAS 3
31 MIZ ORTON CENA WYATT FACES TOTAL DIVAS 4
32 MIZ ORTON CENA GTYES FACES TOTAL DIVAS 5
33 KINGSTON ORTON CENA GTYES HEELS TOTAL DIVAS 5
34 MIZ SHOW DEL RIO WYATT FACES TOTAL DIVAS 2
36 MIZ ORTON CENA GTYES HEELS TOTAL DIVAS 6
37 MIZ ORTON CENA WYATT FACES TOTAL DIVAS 4
38 KINGSTON SHOW CENA WYATT FACES NON 1
40 MIZ ORTON CENA GTYES HEELS TOTAL DIVAS 6
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43 MIZ ORTON CENA WYATT FACES TOTAL DIVAS 4
45 KINGSTON ORTON CENA GTYES FACES NON 3
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47 KINGSTON ORTON CENA GTYES FACES NON 3
48 MIZ ORTON CENA WYATT FACES TOTAL DIVAS 4
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50 MIZ SHOW CENA GTYES FACES TOTAL DIVAS 4
51 KINGSTON ORTON CENA GTYES FACES TOTAL DIVAS 4
52 MIZ ORTON CENA GTYES FACES NON 4
53 MIZ ORTON CENA WYATT FACES TOTAL DIVAS 4
54 MIZ ORTON CENA GTYES HEELS TOTAL DIVAS 6
56 MIZ ORTON CENA GTYES FACES TOTAL DIVAS 4
57 MIZ SHOW CENA GTYES FACES TOTAL DIVAS 4
58 MIZ ORTON CENA GTYES FACES NON 4
59 MIZ ORTON CENA GTYES FACES TOTAL DIVAS 5
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61 MIZ ORTON CENA GTYES FACES NON 4
64 KINGSTON SHOW DEL RIO WYATT HEELS NON 1
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67 MIZ ORTON CENA GTYES HEELS NON 5
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76 MIZ ORTON CENA GTYES HEELS TOTAL DIVAS 6
78 KINGSTON ORTON CENA WYATT HEELS TOTAL DIVAS 4
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89 MIZ ORTON CENA GTYES HEELS TOTAL DIVAS 6
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92 MIZ SHOW CENA WYATT HEELS NON 3
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94 KINGSTON SHOW DEL RIO WYATT HEELS TOTAL DIVAS 2
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113 KINGSTON SHOW CENA GTYES FACES NON 2
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117 KINGSTON ORTON CENA WYATT HEELS TOTAL DIVAS 4
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129 MIZ SHOW CENA WYATT FACES NON 2
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133 KINGSTON SHOW DEL RIO WYATT HEELS NON 1
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144 KINGSTON ORTON CENA GTYES FACES TOTAL DIVAS 4
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148 MIZ ORTON CENA GTYES HEELS TOTAL DIVAS 6
149 MIZ ORTON CENA GTYES FACES TOTAL DIVAS 5
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154 MIZ ORTON CENA GTYES FACES TOTAL DIVAS 5
155 MIZ ORTON CENA WYATT FACES TOTAL DIVAS 4
157 MIZ ORTON CENA WYATT HEELS TOTAL DIVAS 5
158 MIZ ORTON CENA GTYES FACES TOTAL DIVAS 5
160 KINGSTON SHOW DEL RIO GTYES FACES TOTAL DIVAS 2
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162 MIZ ORTON CENA GTYES FACES TOTAL DIVAS 5
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166 MIZ SHOW CENA GTYES FACES NON 3
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168 KINGSTON SHOW CENA GTYES FACES TOTAL DIVAS 3
169 MIZ SHOW CENA WYATT HEELS TOTAL DIVAS 4
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171 KINGSTON SHOW CENA WYATT FACES TOTAL DIVAS 2
172 KINGSTON ORTON CENA WYATT HEELS TOTAL DIVAS 4

#NaNoWriMo 2013 Chapter 7

Chapter 7

“Alana, I don’t want to do this,” Oralee begged, down on her knees and only the tip of her head appearing from beyond the window. She was frightened one of the archers would see her and she would be murdered with an arrow through the head as Wyborn had threatened. She was ready to start crying if Alana kept pushing.

And she did. “Oralee, you need to get your butt out there and out of the castle,” Alana hissed. “We don’t know what happened to Lena and I don’t want to lose you like I did my parents. You have to live.”

“What about you?” Oralee asked. “Why are you staying?”

“I am not abandoning the castle to them,” Alana said. “I will think of something. My only priority right now is getting you out. The rope is sturdy, I promise. All you have to do is climb down and run. Run like you never have before.”

Oralee gritted her teeth and looked down at her ruined skirt. Alana did her best to cover her to some level of decency while making movement in the dress easy.

The candles and torches had been put out in Alana’s room, leaving it lost in darkness. Their only light was from the torches outside and the moon overhead, and even that left them mostly cast in shadow. Alana was praying that the archer would never see Oralee come out. Oralee’s dark hair an dark clothing should leave her mostly disguised in the darkness as long as she was quiet.

No one had snuck past the warriors yet. A few men had tried from the village. Some had died, some had simply run away after the confrontation, but none had made it past from what Alana and Oralee had gathered from tidbits of conversation outside of the door.

Alana only prayed that Oralee would be the first.

Alana slowly pushed the windows open. The glass reflected along the torch and she held her breath, waiting for the archer just out of sight. He either did not notice or was simply waiting. She took the risk and gathered the make-shift rope and slowly began feeding it out of the window. Oralee’s head popped up again and big brown eyes watched the once-dresses swing down. If she moved to her left she could lose herself in the burned gardens. If she moved to the right she would go past the kitchen and straight to the wall that lead to the path that would take her to Ackerlea.

Ackerlea was the closest noble home they could trust. Oralee barely knew her way, and only because of maps that Alana had shown her through the years. There were no maps now, and Alana had been forcing her to memorize the directions for the last three days. Oralee was frightened she would screw this all up. One wrong turn and she would never find her way anywhere. She would wander the woods until she starved to death. She was no scavenger.

“Are you sure you can do this?” Oralee asked of her sister. “You have not eaten in three days-”

“Stop it,” Alana insisted. “You need your strength more than I do right now. Take what little you have and bring it with you.” But please, just don’t get caught.

Alana did not say the words, but it was all she thought as her heart pounded and she ran out of rope. She looked down and cursed. “It’s too short.”

“I guess I can’t go,” Oralee said.

“Nonsense,” Alana countered. “Drop the rest of the way.”

“Are you crazy?” Oralee hissed.

“It will only hurt a bit. Aim for your butt.” Alana twisted the end around her hands tightly and took a deep breath. “Now go.”

“This is stupid, Alana, they are going to-”

“Go!” Alana cried, even while keeping her voice low. “This is our only chance. If Lena escaped she’ll be in Ackerlea. Adare would have taken her home. You’ll be safer with them.”

“I’m never going to make it.” Oralee was near hysterics as she was pushed and pulled and forced to grip the rope they had made. Oralee looked down, and looked at her drop. It was not terribly far, but if she fell wrong she could seriously hurt herself. Alana was willing to take the risk, but Alana wasn’t the one who had to make the drop. “I don’t have the upper body strength for this.”

“You better hope you do,” was Alana’s reply.

Oralee sneered and gripped the rope and prayed. She did not want to die with an arrow in her back, it sounded painful and slow. When she was still breathing and Alana was not screaming because of something Oralee could not see the girl took her first move to actually going down the rope. She let her hands travel the rope, hanging her down the wall and she squealed. She slid down, feeling her hands ready to give before she squeezed tighter. She held on with all of her might and looked up. She did not fall nearly as far as she thought. If Alana reached down to her she would still brush her fingers along her sister’s.

Oralee’s entire body was tense. She was afraid to move.

“You have to go,” Alana hissed.

All of Oralee’s fears were pulled tight around her like a cloak, but she did as she was told. At this point she did not have the strength in her arms to pull her up those few inches, and Alana would never help her back through the window.

Oralee was halfway there when the first arrow whizzed over her head. She heard it and for a moment paused in absolute fear that it would strike her. It struck the rope and sliced into it. She felt it start to give from the force of the blade.

Alana let out a curse from overhead and then disappeared. Oralee panicked, feeling the dresses tearing. She moved quicker down but saw what was charging towards her, waiting for her.

My only hope, she thought to herself, is that they don’t want me dead. It might give me a fighting edge.

Not know where Alana had disappeared to, Oralee watched the men gather under her feet. She watched them smugly waiting for her to fall. This was going to hurt.

Oralee pressed her feet to the wall and pushed. Her light body swung far enough out that she fell behind them, landing on her feet before feeling the shock of the landing go through her ankles. She cried out in pain and fell to her knees.

The barbarian reached for her, and Oralee kicked out futiley. He went to grab her before he was knocked away from her. Oralee glanced up and found two large figures standing over her, but these large men were not made in the same material as the barbarians.

“Harding!” Alana screamed out from her window.

Fergal reached down and snagged Oralee from the ground and put her on her feet. “Can you move?”

“Yes, I think so,” she lied. Her ankles were aching, but if she needed to run, she would run. Fergal nodded and Oralee grimaced before turning from Harding and Fergal and charging herself towards the fallen bricks that were once a beautiful wall surrounding the castle. She winced and cried the entire way, but Fergal and Harding were doing their best at avoiding the arrows being shot down at them and at fighting off the barbarians coming towards the commotion.

Oralee was nearly caught by another barbarian, but a knight she did not know as well as the other two came through and knocked him down. “Keep going,” he called to her.

She simply nodded, not knowing if he saw it, and she ran. She was just moving at this point, climbing through the bricks and rushing out into the light of torches that were slowly being lit outside of the walls. One knight stood in the center. Ethen. He had escaped.

Oralee charge to him and he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. “Ethen!” she cried out and sobbed, her body giving out. She fell against him and let him take her up.

“Hello, Princess,” he said. “Sorry it took us so long.”

“Alana’s still in there,” Oralee cried into his shoulder.

“We’re trying,” Ethen said.

“How did you do this in three days?” Oralee asked as he carried her towards the other knights who were gathered.

“It was less than a day,” Ethen told her. “We’ve simply been waiting for an opportunity to get you girls. Lena’s safe, by the way. Some men saw her and Adare on their way to Ackerlea.”

“We can’t retake the castle like this,” Oralee said. Ethen did not put the princess down, simply gathered with the other knights.

“We know,” Ethen promised her. “We simply want you princesses back. They can have the stones.”

“Ethen?” one of the knights asked. It was Dempsey, the man Ethen had taken down just three days ago in a fight. Dempsey did not look great, but he was there, defending his castle. It as an amazing sight to the exhausted princess. “Should you not be in there fighting with the rest of them?”

“Can’t you just go back the way you got out?” Oralee suggested.

“We can get back in the dungeon,” Ethen said. “Sorry, my lady, I do not know the way back into the castle besides direct routes. The dungeon is secure at least in that one way. Luckily for us, the king and queen did not know that there was an escape route.”

“I can’t go fight,” Ethen said, answering Dempsey and looking his companion in the face. “I will not let the princess out of my sight again.”

Oralee blushed and allowed Ethen to hold her close to him. She felt safe with him and had never been so grateful to have someone hold onto her.

Alana stood and watched her sister run through the pattern of barbarians waiting for her as knights she thought had been lost in the fight came to rescue her, helping her through the broken wall. Harding and Fergal were in a tussle with the two barbarians that had been waiting for Oralee to fall. It all seemed so fast, as every fight that had happened recently did. Alana’s head spun. Days of nothing and then a rescue party.

The barbarians were in no way surprised by it. Wyborn and Halvor came tromping into the room. Wyborn gripped Alana’s arm and dragged her away from the window. “You just cost your allies many lives,” he told her, dragging her out of her bedroom.

Alana kicked and fought at him, raking her nails at him. He was expecting it, shaking her and throwing her to the ground.

“I’m not in the mood, princess.” He nodded to Saldis, who had been standing in the hallway with her staff, a terrible grin painted along her lips. “Take her away somewhere they won’t find her. We’ll kill them all if we have to. Especially that… Harding was it?”

Saldis was dragging the princess to her feet by her fiery red hair, but it did not force Alana to back down or lose her fight. “You’ve already taken my parents from me, how much more do you need to take?”

“Everything!” Wyborn roared. “I will take everything, including every stone of this castle. And once it is all mine only then will I be satisfied.”

“You’ll never take it all! As it is your little army is showing cracks.” Alana’s voice was harsh and her face fierce. Wyborn stopped and took her in and for the first time really saw her. This was the heir. There was no way that Kinsey Kenrick was going to take on a task like the one he had without someone in his family knowing. Alana was not only brave, she was minded enough to go down with the castle. Unlike her father she would rather die than betray her family.

But she was still just another woman.

“Tell me what you know,” Wyborn said. “Tell me what you know of the attack on my people and I will let the rest of those knights live. Especially your little Harding you called out for so desperately.”

“You’re insane!” Alana screamed. “You have made up some attack that has never happened. Don’t you think I would have known? That someone but my father would have known? Perhaps if you wanted answers you shouldn’t have killed my father and mother so blindly! There was no attack! If someone betrayed your people it was not us!”

Wyborn yanked Alana from Saldis’s grip. She screamed out in pain at the strength as for a moment both resisted each other. Saldis released Alana and dragged her across her bedroom to the window once more to gaze down at the people. Wyborn’s finger pointed down towards Harding, but not at the man who had given Alana her first kiss. No, his finger moved to the right and to Fergal. “Then why was he there?”

“You’re mistaken,” Alana whispered.

“I’m not, I assure you,” Wyborn said. “You keep thinking I don’t know what I was talking about, but I was there when our leaders were taken out. I was supposed to die out there with them. But I had lucked out in my circumstances and was not there in time. Now, well… You are paying for your father’s mistakes. So tell me again, princess, why the attack happened, or I will let every single one of them die. Including your little sister.”

Alana, for the first time since he had seen her, was calm with her answer, looking him directly in the eyes, pleading for him to see the truth there as she whispered, “I can not tell you what I do not know. There is no war and as far as I know whatever happened that day was a fluke.”

Wyborn pulled Alana from the window and led her back to the hallway where he passed her back off to Saldis. Saldis seemed more than pleased to take the princess.

“Take her somewhere, anywhere, that isn’t the dungeon but is secure enough she’s not escaping.” He turned to Halvor and said, “We are going to retrieve a princess. Try to keep some of the knights alive, because they know something this princesses do not.”

“Then why keep the princesses alive anymore?” Saldis sneered. “They are fodder now.”

“There is still a sister out there we have yet to retrieve,” Wyborn reminded her. “And as it was suggested to me, they would make wonderful trophies for some of our men back home. They are exotic and soft and might prove to be something to enjoy… by many.”

Alana did her best not to show an ounce of fear, though she was trembling. Saldis did not miss it, but only grinned internally. She dragged Alana away and to a room where there were no windows and only a fallen in closet. The room that Lena and Adare had escaped from and the barbarians now knew there was no alternate way of escaping.

Alana was still a prisoner in her own castle.

 

Survivor Series Prediction Contest 2013

Suvivor Series 2013

Welcome back to predictions! Even if you’ve done this before, make sure to read the rules. I have the right to change them at any time.

The Contest: If you don’t know, this is all about predicting the PPV! The person who best guesses the matches and then possibly the tie-breakers ends up winning the prize!

The Prize: This month we are giving away SURVIVOR SERIES 2014 TICKETS thanks to our always great pals over at @FutureEndeavors! As always you MUST be following these accounts: @FutureEndeavors, @NickGator, @CoreySantiago, @DXDONMEGA, or you can not win the prize. (You are free to enter, but you forfeit the prize).

The Secondary Prize: This particular part of the contest requires an $1 entry and requires a follow to my @SolaceAutumn account. What’s the prize? You’ll find out if you are following that particular account. You are not required to play for this prize, and you can still, for free, enter the other part of the contest as you always have been able to. $1 entries should be sent to Paypal (only way, sorry guys). SolaceWinter@yahoo.com – Last month was a $5 jackpot.

The Jabroni Jobber Prize: For the person who does the WORST at predicting, you get a Brodus Clay action figure! Please follow @NevadaWolfe for this prize!

The Rules:

  • You MUST have a Twitter account. If I don’t get a twitter handle from you I will not go searching for you to find you and you will not be entered. Please include it when you send in your predictions.
  • You MUST be following me (obviously), @FutureEndeavors, @NevadaWolfe, @DXDONMEGA, @CoreySantiago, @NickGator. There will be no reminders. If you are not following the account you will not get the prize and I move on to the next person. You may enter the contest without following them, not following them only disqualifies you from the prize.
  • I just want names for who wins. I don’t care who retains. I don’t care how they win. I want to know who in each match is declared the winner. No Contest is an acceptable answer, but it’s the only answer that is allowed besides names.
  • You MAY name names that aren’t in the match if you think they are going to swerve us. HOWEVER, if you are purposefully going for the Jabroni Jobber prize, and I can tell, you will be disqualified. (ie: answering Batista for 3 of the matches will get you DQ’d. If you purposefully predict the opposite of who you think will win, I let it slide).
  • You may NOT change your predictions once they are entered. Period.
  • The predictions are open from now until Saturday, November 23rd, 2013 at 11:59pm EST. Once closed, they are CLOSED. The only exceptions are those who ask for it before hand and it’s within reason. 2:00 pm Sunday afternoon is NOT within reason.
  • I will announce when I have entered you into the contest. You will get a number and a welcome on Twitter. Give me 48 hours before asking if I got your predictions, I’m one person taking care of this, and I currently have three jobs! If you ask me before it’s been 48 hours, prepare to be ignored. (The exceptions to this is if I have announced I am through all of the predictions I have, if you haven’t been announced then you should ask me).
  • You may enter your predictions by dming me on @SolaceWinter, by emailing me SolaceWinter@yahoo.com or by leaving a comment below. If it is your first time leaving a comment it will not show up until I’ve approved it.
  • Good luck!

THE MATCHES TO PREDICT:

  1. Kofi Kingston vs. The Miz
  2. Randy Orton vs. Big Show
  3. John Cena vs. Alberto Del Rio
  4. CM Punk & Daniel Bryan vs. The Wyatt Family
  5. Survivor Series Match
  6. Diva Survivor Series Match
  7. Tie-Breaker 1: Who is the first eliminated in the Diva SS Match?
  8. Tie-Breaker 2: Who is the first eliminated in the Traditional SS Match?
  9. Tie-Breaker 3: Who wins it for the Diva SS Match?
  10. Tie-Breaker 4: Who wins it for the Traditional SS Match?

#NaNoWriMo 2013 Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Lena felt her heart racing, keeping her back pressed tightly to the tree. If they simply moved in either direction and she was not fast enough they would see her beyond the tree. The tree was not thick and luckily her dark hair and brown dress blended enough she looked more like a tree from behind than a princess.

Adare was across the path, hidden amongst the tall grass that had grown wildly through the summer. She hated him being so far away as the two barbarians walked down the path, taking their time as they moved. It as almost as if they could sense Lena was near. When Adare had noticed them, had heard them coming down the path, they had been moving quickly. Before the two could separate and hide the barbarians had slowed and began searching more diligently.

Lena had been less afraid in the castle when they had been attacking. At least then she knew there was a fight, she knew that she would be found. She had been scared, but not nearly this heart-poundingly frightened. Perhaps it was the slow wait. The attack simply a step away.

Adare did not want to leave bodies behind, that much Lena knew. It would alert someone to their direction. There was the possibility that someone on their side would find it, that no one would be alerted and no one would care beyond the fact that two of the barbarians were dead, but it wasn’t a chance they were willing to take.

The barbarians stepped off the path and walked towards the area Lena was standing. If they came too much closer they would see her. She squeezed her eyes shut and palmed the dagger that was hidden in her sleeve. She tried to control her breathing and remember everything that Adare had taught her over the years when fighting hand-to-hand. He said he believed in her, but she knew that she would likely be overpowered. She was small and they were large. No matter the training she had in protecting herself she would never ben an excellent fighter, it was not in her genetics.

She had accepted that, but today she wished it was not true. She would have one chance to drop them, and there were two to her one. She would have to pray to the gods that Adare would make it to her on time to keep her from being murdered.

Adare made enough commotion on the other side that the barbarians stopped before they truly saw her. They turned and looked to the knight who was now standing in the middle of the tall grass, hands on hips. “Hey there,” he said casually.

The barbarians exchanged looks before turning to Adare. “We have no qualms with you and no need to attack,” one of them said. “We simply need the princess you have behind the tree here and we’ll be on our way.”

“I’m afraid I can’t allow that,” Adare said. “You see, she’s my responsibility and I do have qualms with you trying to take her. I will allow you to walk away. If you take a screaming princess with you then you are bound to attract more attention than you want and someone else will stop you, even if you think you could take me down here. You’ll never make it back to the castle with just the two of you to take her.”

“That’s why there is more than just two of us,” one of the barbarians called.

That was why they had slowed. They had been sure. Two other barbarians stood from the fields, better concealed than either Adare or Lena had been. One of them stood practically in Lena’s face with a grin that read he had simply been waiting for her to move.

Lena inhaled a deep breath and knew what to do. He had not been watching her closely enough. She had the advantage over this one and she was going to take it. She slashed out, catching him in the thigh, enough to debilitate him as he had not been expecting the razor sharp edge to dig in so deeply. He went down crying out and Lena took off into the fields.

One of the barbarians called out, but Adare was fast. Out in the open Adare was faster, stronger, and had the advantage. Adare could not have fought off three of them in close quarters, that was their strength. Adare’s long sword, even with his shorter reach, was made for fighting in the fields. It had been one he had been trained in.

He didn’t want to have to kill these men, but in no way would he allow them to take the escaping Lena.

“Stand down,” Adare called out to them as he felled the first man. The two barbarians refused, if by pride or over-confidence. Adare nodded his head and went to war against their blades. This was not a fight where five moves would simply take out these men. They were strong, they were well skilled, and one false step would cost Adare his life. But he had something more important to fight for.

As the three men fell he trudged over to the fallen barbarian still grasping at his chest and gasping for air. Lena had struck him deeper than she probably knew, puncturing his lung in one quick swipe. Her fear alone had her working deeper and quicker than she ever had in practice.

“Why are you attacking us?” Adare asked of the dying man.

“We’d like to know the same thing,” the man gasped.

“I couldn’t let you kill her.” It was not in answer to the barbarian’s question. The barbarian knew it, but it was all Adare had to offer. The man made no sense to Adare. They had never attacked the barbarians. It was a dying man spouting nonsense.

“There is no way to save you,” Adare said. “Even if I had the best medical equipment, she punctured your lung. You are living off of nothing more than your will right now.”

The barbarian nodded his head and leaned back agaisnt the grass. “You taught her well.”

Adare took his sword and moved it to the man’s throat. In one thrust he took the man out of this world and offered him to Libitina, Goddess of the Dead. Adare whispered a small prayer for all four of them before he sheathed his sword and began charging in the direction that Lena went.

If he had taught her anything she would be zig-zagging through the field. She would find cover, stopping to see who was following and in what direction before she moved again. It wouldn’t be a speedy process, but she had certainly had enough time that it would be tough to find her.

Tough, at least, if he had not been the one who had trained her since she was under his care. Before he had ever been knighted.

It took longer than he expected, but he found her, standing again behind a tree, watching him come. He didn’t know when she realized it was him coming for her, but he suspected it had been longer than just this last tree. He crossed his arms against his chest, though inside he might have been smiling. She was in good enough spirits if she thought she could play games.

“I am assuming we are no longer going in that direction?” she asked, stepping from around the tree and playing with the brown borrowed skirt.

Adare looked her over and said, “We have to. We are sticking to the plan. We are just taking the longer way in that direction.”

Lena nodded and said, “I miss the horses.”

“They would have been too obvious.”

“Albeit faster.”

Adare would concede that. They might have beaten the barbarians completely if they had used the horses, but at the same time, since two had been ahead of them, waiting, they might have been caught and attacked sooner. It was harder to be watchful from a horse.

“Forgive me?” he asked.

Lena looked over his bloodied clothes and took a deep breath. She allowed herself one moment to mourn death, as she mourned all death, and then she nodded her head. “Can we find something to eat soon? I’m starving.”

“That’s a good princess,” Adare chided.

She smirked and followed where he led.

#NaNoWriMo 2013 Chapter 5

Chapter 5

“Are you going to miss the dresses?” Oralee asked, her tiny hands gripping onto the fabric and pulling with a strength that showed her desperation.

Alana, weaving the dresses together, tying them tightly from end to end, and looking out the window at the same time, said simply, “I’d miss my life more.”

Alana looked around the window at the barbarians placed along the high windows. She had opened the window of her bedroom on the first hour and had an arrow impaled into the wood as a reminder she was a captive in her own home. When this was finished she would simply have to wait for the archer’s attention to turn elsewhere.

Alana was mostly positive this chance of escape was going to result in her death or Oralee’s death. She was willing to risk it. She would rather die trying to escape and save the kingdom than die by starvation locked in her room. Or worse.

She hated to think of worse.

Her eyes glanced to Oralee, who resembled her father’s side of the genetics more than she or Lena had. Oralee was slender but short of stature, her face more angular, her hair straighter. It did not take away from the beauty. Alana hoped she survived long enough to realize how beautiful she was.

Alana’s attention was caught and her head jerked up. She quickly moved from the window and started shoving fabric beneath her bed. Oralee followed suit, scooting across the floor and quickly hiding the ragged fabric. Oralee moved to sit on the bed and Alana hurriedly took her place back at the window, not wanting the archer squealing that she had hurried to change positions. She did not know how much the archer could see, or was reporting, from him unknown space, but as long as she was allowed to continued the weaving she would do just that.

The door of the bedroom opened and the leader along with two of his large companions came into the room, filling it easily with their size. They could easily make a room feel large or small with just their presence and mood, and this time it felt positively claustrophobic.

The leader, Wyborn, pointed to Oralee and said, “Bring her.”

“No!” Alana screamed and shoved away from the window. She threw herself in front of her sister and flung her arms out as Halvor and Hamar made to take away the girl. “Do you really need three large men to take a small girl?”

“Small girl?” Wyborn asked, glancing at Oralee cowering on the bed behind Alana. “Did she not just come of age? Was that not what that whole tournament was about? I think I will be safe and use the three large men to take her away.”

“You won’t,” Alana said, holding her head higher.

“Alana-”

“Stop it, Oralee,” Alana said. “You don’t need her. If you want something, you come at me.”

Wyborn blinked and stared at her before it dawned on him what the princess was thinking. He cleared his throat and said, “Don’t be a daft child. We have no interest in you ladies. We just want answers. Answers come better when you are separate. Now move aside or I will make my way past you on my own.”

Alana stood her ground. She kept her arms out and kept her stare on Wyborn. “I will not.”

“Have it your way.” Wyborn moved to her and was in her face before she could blink. He smiled a bestial grin and said, “Boo,” before grabbing her arms and turning her body. Her back was pulled up against his chest and he let a free hand travel her side while his other gripped her wrists and held her firmly in place. “Though maybe you had the right idea.”

Alana’s foot came up and struck him in the shin. He knew it was coming and braced himself. He laughed, though he felt the sting, and threw her down on the bed beside her sister. “You have my word that your sister will not be ravaged and murdered while she is out of your sight.”

Alana spat at him, trying to drag Oralee close to her while Hamar gripped her and pulled her away, dragging her from the bed. “How can I trust your word? You’ve left us locked in here with nothing for two days. We could have died just from sitting here.”

“And you will be fed in short time,” Wyborn said. Another promise. “Now kindly remove your claws from your sister before you do her more damage than we would ever do.”

Alana debated, holding her sister’s arm while Hamar was pulling her from the other side. Unable to stand seeing the grimace of pain on Oralee’s face Alana released her. She straightened her back and looked to Wyborn. “I’m holding you to your promise, but I promise you if any harm comes to her I will find a way to destroy you if it is the last thing I do.”

“I believe you will try,” Wyborn said and stepped away from the princess. “But try is about all you have going for you.” Wyborn, Hamar, and Halvor left the room with little Oralee between them.

They led Oralee through the hallway, which had been cleared of bodies and people, and down to the dining area. Oralee quietly took in her surroundings and tried to hold back screams of sorrow and rage. She knew where blood had been spilled and she knew where someone had likely died. The barbarians might have removed the bodies, but they had not removed the evidence of the deaths that surrounded the spots.

In the dining area sat a veritable feast. Much of the meat and delicacies had been made and laid out, the aroma of food catching Oralee’s nose and making her empty stomach rumble in pain. Halvor forcd her down into a chair and Oralee felt it grow harder and harder to show any restraint. She wanted to reach out and tear into a drumstick off of the bird in front of her, to feed her face until she was sick and then possibly do it again.

“Give the girl some water,” Wyborn suggested.

Oralee happily and greedily took the cup she was offered and drank the water. She was surprised at the feeling it gave her, filling her enough she was no longer sick with the need for food, though she couldn’t deny the hungry rumble still happening.

“Would you like to eat, princess?” Wyborn asked. Oralee could only nod, it was hard to deny what was obviously being heard from all of them. “Then you need to tell me what you know.”

“What I know?” Oralee asked, dumbfounded.

“This is stupid,” Halvor remarked. “There is no way this little girl knows anything.”

Oralee sat up straight and crossed her arms in a huff. “Excuse me, but I’m an adult now.”

“Yes, but an adult for how long? Two days?” Halvor offered. “You have no need to pretend that on your birthday you were suddenly alighted to all of the ways of adults.”

Oralee was embarrassed to admit, even to herself, that she did not know what the word “alighted” meant. She sat prettily and just tried to make sense of the sentence and simply said, “You have not actually asked me what it is you want to know.”

Wyborn pulled up a chair beside her, leaning in to gaze into her face. He saw a child there, a child playing at the facade of a grown woman. That was the way of the world, though. He needed answers, and she and her sister might be the only ones who could give the to him.

Why do we need answers?” Saldis had tried to argue when she had Wyborn alone. “What good will it do now? You’ve succeeded in killing the king and queen. We’ve taken out their rules.”

There are more rulers to a kingdom than a king and queen,” Wyborn had told her. “You have the nobles who work with them, manipulating them. You have the religious figures they turn to. The reason we need to know why exactly we were attacked is because we do not know how far their plan goes and to whom.”

You aren’t getting answers from those two.”

Saldis might very well be right, but at this point he didn’t know who else to find answers from. There were knights in the dungeons who were raising a stink and trying their hardest to escape, but Wyborn did not know which ones he could trust. He only knew the knights who had promised him easy entry into the castle, and they seemed unaware of exactly why the barbarians had been attacked. They only promised that it would be easy to take out the king, and it had been.

Wyborn knew he was set up for a trap, he just did not understand where the trap was coming from. In his rush for revenge he had accepted the bait.

Wyborn caught Oralee eyeing the food as she tried to remain haughty. Her hunger was winning against her. She was used to being pampered and she was a tad spoiled. Wyborn thought it would work.

“Tell me about your father’s war plans,” Wyborn said, cutting into a brick of cheese. He sliced into it with ease, taking a small chunk between his fingers. Oralee watched it and licked her lips as he stuck the chunk in his mouth and slowly chewed on it.

“There were no war plans,” Oralee said, her back stiffening. For a moment the need for a bite of food was forgotten and all she could think of was the insult to her father. “You are mistaking. Why-ever you are here, you are mistaking. My father may not have been perfect, but he would not have thrown his country into war. You are monsters for attacking us.” Now the girl was remembering that she had not seen her parents, that she was unaware of where they had disappeared to, or if they were even alive. Tears began to burn her eyes.

Hamar had been expecting the reaction and he reached forward and took the next chunk of cheese from Wyborn’s fingers and handed it to Oralee. She took it gratefully, having seen Wyborn eat it, knowing it was not poisoned, and placing it to her lips, savoring the taste as if it was a delicacy and not just a simple block of cheese.

“Your father was not the good man you thought he was,” Hamar said, plucking fruits from the table and filling a plate slowly.

The past tense was not lost on Oralee. She swalled that bite of cheese as if it had molded over and gone rotten in her mouth as she was chewing. Silence filled the room, Oralee’s heartbeat the loudest sound. Hamar realized where he had gone wrong and turned away to grimace.

Oralee’s voice was quiet and slow, “I want to see my parents.”

“I’m sorry, Princess, that is not possible,” Wyborn said.

Oralee knocked the heavy chair back as she stood, ready to run. The men would move faster than her if it was needed, but for now they allowed the the movement to back away from them. “No. I want to see them.”

“You already know that is not possible,” Wyborn told her sitting back in his chair. He did not want to move too quickly and scare her. If they did not have to chase her it would be better. For her. They were determined to pull their answers from her one way or the other. If she knew anything. Wyborn highly suspected she did not, but there was a reason he grabbed the youngest before he grabbed the oldest.

Oralee’s eyes were running with tears but she impressed the men by not breaking into a sobbing ball of misery. She simply stood there, allowing the tears to fall, not wiping them away, but not hiding her pain. “Their bodies have to be somewhere.”

“They are,” Wyborn said, “but their bodies are in a mass with all of the other bodies. They were taken down in fight, they were shown no more respect than anyone else who died, and no less.”

“Wyborn, was that necessary?” Halvor growled as Oralee let out her first sobs. She began to shudder and fall to her knees before them. Hamar was the first to reach her, gripping her arms and keeping her from laying out on the floor. He moved her back to her chair and placed her down. She sat, wrapping her arms around her face and leaning against the table to keep her keening quiet.

“This is reality,” Wyborn snapped.

“Those were her parents,” Halvor snapped, reminding Wyborn of his own father’s death. Wyborn shrugged it off. He did not cry like a child when his father died, and he had been younger than this girl when it had happened. His father had been bitten and poisoned by a snake in the swamps surrounding the temple where the priestess stayed hidden. She refused to treat his father’s wound and he had died, protecting Wyborn from the very snake.

Your husband or your son,” Zarya had said to Wyborn’s mother.

His mother had looked back and forth. She had seen her husband dying in an immense amount of pain, screaming out as the poison worked through his veins. She glanced to her son, who stood strong, holding his head up, giving every indication of strength and a full life ahead of him.

Leave my son alone,” his mother had said, wrapping her hands around Wyborn’s shoulders.

Very well,” Zarya said. She shrugged her shoulders and stood, a sensual being in a diaphanous gown of red and gold. She walked to Wyborn’s father and simply drover her dagger through his heart. He let out one last gasping breath before dying.

What are you doing?” his mother had screamed.

Taking him out of his misery. It was going to be hours before he would die. Now, I am assuming you came here about your boy…”

“Princess,” Wyborn said, taking the plate of fruits from Hamar and placing them next to her head, “eat something. You are dehydrated and exhausted. Your parents are gone, but you still have a sister to think of. Two, actually, since your other sister is out there somewhere.”

Only turning her head enough so her voice was not muffled by her arms she ased, “Aren’t you going to tease me with food until I answer questions?”

Clever girl. “No,” Wyborn said. “I want you to eat. I want you to feel good. But remember that every moment you waste my time down here is another moment your sister is not eating. It’s another moment Alana starves.”

Oralee reached out and plucked a grape off of the vine. She moved it to her mouth, but it went into her sleeve, not into her mouth. Hamar caught it, but Wyborn and Halvor missed it. Instead of saying something he simply sat back, watching her carefully. She was more clever than she was pretending to be.

“You are asking me about something I don’t know the answer to,” Oralee explained. Straightening her back in the chair she reached for another grape. This grape she did slip into her mouth, and just like before she chewed slowly, and there was no difference in her chewing. If Hamar had not seen her slip the grape in her sleeve he never would have been able to tell that she had been faking the entire thing.

“I feel you are mistaken, though,” Oralee continued. “My father would not have started a war. His council would have known.”

“And how do you know the council didn’t know?” Wyborn asked.

Oralee’s eyes shifted, then she reached out for the grapes again. She took a handful and Hamar watched as several more disappeared into her sleeve. Her other hand was hidden from view and he had a feeling she was guiding these grapes to a pocket hidden in the dress.

Wyborn yanked the grapes from her hand, throwing them across the room. Oralee did not lose her calm, she simply leaned back and waited for Wyborn’s tantrum to continue, but he halted. He watched the exterior of this girl, one that had changed drastically several times since she had been brought downstairs, and he realized she was playing a game with him as much as he wanted to play a game with her. There was innocence there, that she could not fake, but she was not as naïve as she pretended to be. Pretended to be so much that those in the castle believed she was nothing more than a pretty face, and a weak link. Go after her and th others would fall.

“I asked you a question,” Wyborn said, gaining some semblance of his calm again instead of growling at the girl.

Oralee leaned back and said, “The council didn’t know, isn’t that enough?”

“No,” Wyborn said, “because it makes it seem like you do know something that you shouldn’t know.”

Oralee chewed her lip, deliberating, and for once Wyborn knew better than to push. He simply pushed the plate of fruits back forward and slowly stood. He moved away from the table and over to Halvor and the two stood facing away from Oralee. Hamar busied himself with cheeses and meats, which Oralee watched the entire time.

Hamar held up a plate for himself and sat back. “I might as well enjoy it while we’re here,” he said. “We don’t eat like this at home.”

“What do you eat, then?” Oralee asked.

“We might eat the same meats, but they aren’t seasoned as well. We are a community that tends to cook things together. A few women cook it all and we all eat at a mutual table.”

“We do the same here, and we have seasoning,” Oralee sniffed.

“Do the women who cook your food share your table?”

Oralee grimaced. “That’s an unfair comparison. Besides, you were talking about seasoning, not the degragration–”

“Degredation.”

Oralee flushed. “Right. Degredation of people. They are maids, they are hired to cook for us. They are paid for it. But they go home at the end of the day and can cook how they want.”

“And do you think after a day of cooking meals for you and your family they want to go home and cook with the same flare, or will they just throw things in a pot and call it a meal? That is what I am saying. Our women work all day and then just want to make sure we all eat. I am not insulting your ways in any way, just telling you I enjoy the seasoning. Sometimes it would be nice to do things more in your way, where a woman doesn’t go hunting with the men, or fight in the armies, or have to work the same hours in a field. Where she can take care of her family first.”

Oralee picked at her food. The conversation was making her uncomfortable. Hamar saw the compassion in her eyes and the grimace on her face answered his question. She did not know of a plot against them. Whatever she was keeping from them it was not an answer to a plot.

“Lena knew things,” Oralee whispered. “She always knew what the council knew. She and Alana took turns listening in when they weren’t invited, though Alana was often invited. But Lena actually talked to me about it. If something like that had been discussed Lena would never have been able to keep quiet about it. Not from me.”

“Unless she was protecting you.”

Oralee’s head jerked when Wyborn’s voice interrupted. She looked back at the leader and again she went cold. Wyborn returned to his seat and said, “She was your older sister, and the other one seems protective of you. Would Lena not be the same way?”

“No,” Oralee said. “She and Adare were open about what they knew with me. They always said… what if…”

“Don’t start crying again.”

Oralee sniffed and had her emotions back in control. Running her hand over the fruits and picking at a round and red succulent morsel she said, “Lena is not the protective type. Alana is. Alana would not have told me.”

“Could Alana not have told Lena?” Wyborn suggested.

Oralee shrugged.

It was enough for Wyborn. He had known all along that this girl wouldn’t have the answers he wanted about why the attack had happened, but it was enough to know that Alana was his best chance. The heir to the throne was the likely one to have the answers, and meanwhile he was able to drive her crazy by “torturing” her sister.

“Come on, Princess, let’s bring you back to your sister.” Wyborn stood and allowed her to stand on her own. No one touched her, they only crowded her and lead her through the halls. Upon opening the door the princess that greeted him was a completely different version than the one he had seen before.

This one had wisened up.

He barely dodged the blade of the arrow. She swung it at him and screamed out a feral cry he never would have expected from the pretty little figure. She was too slow and he easily yanked it from her hands, but for a moment she was nearly able to take him down. If her aim had been better he would have been bleeding at the very least.

Wyborn grabbed her wrist and dragged her back into the room, Oralee following behind begging him not to hurt her sister. They were completely different princesses around one another. Alana, seeing her sister, calmed and wrapped her arms around her. The two cuddled back together on the edge of the bed, shooting daggers from their eyes in their glares.

“Where did you get an arrow any–” Wyborn looked to the window and noticed the notch of arrows at the wood. He cursed and turnd to Halvor. “Remove those. Tell the archer to stop giving her warnings. If he sees her head stick out of there again, he’s to shoot her.”

Halvor did not question Wyborn’s orders. He only nodded and moved across the room. As the largest and strongest he was able to remove the arrows cleanly. Wyborn stormed from the room with Halvor and Hamar behind him.

“The young princess stole fruit and secreted it away in her dress,” Hamar said.

“What? That doesn’t help my plans any,” Wyborn sneered, his ire growing. “Why would you allow that?”

“Because it gives you more time to look as if you are trying to starve the princess out while you know that she will not be starving.”

Wyborn rocked back and then smiled. “I like it.”

“Did you really want me to tell the archer to shoot her?” Halvor asked uncomfortably.

Wyborn snored and shook his head. “No. But can we not leave arrows there for her to use as weapons? We’ll figure something else out.”