"Let me go!" The girl cried as she struggled against the refining and tight grasps of the two men which dragged her forward. Her smaller form was nothing compared to their solidity. Being almost childlike, her body was not frail but plush and lithe yet still presented a slender appearance. The strength she lacked made her fight an unsucessful one.

"Please, I beg of you!" She pleaded now but the men did not take heed. For hours, she had been begging to be released and for hours, the men longed to render her unconscious. Nither side recieved what they wanted for the warriors had been given the orders of delivering the girl to their chief, and commander, unharmed.

She had put up a naive resistance toward the brutes when they made a forced entry into the monastery where she was being raised. She had even mortally injured one of them after they killed the monk that had been her mentor and teacher for the past sixteen years of her life. "Why are they doing this?" She asked herself. "What have I done to recieve such punishment?"

A gruff voice bellowed from infront of them "Is this the girl?" He asked. "Yes sir. 'Tis the one. Right where she was said to be." The men threw her to the ground at the chieftan's feet. Falling onto her knees, she slowly lifted her head timidly, strands of earthy hair falling into her tear stained face. "Yes, this is her. Grace's beauty reflects in her." The chieftan murmured and lent down to take the woman by the wrist, pulling her up, forcefully, to her feet.

"How would you like to be my wife you pretty little thing?" He purred in his rasp voice, his large, rough hand taking hold of her chin. Her thin neck strained as she tried to pry her chin from him. Her efforts failed and his face drifted closer until his lips made contact with her throat. The woman returned his affections with a knee to his groin and a soft whimper as she tore herself away from him.

"I cannot even imagine marrying such a swine of a man!" She growled, stepping away. The man groaned in pain but retaliated quickly. "Yes, there is no doubt that this is Mehgan" The chieftan began to approach her. "Come now my dear. You don't mean what you say. You are weary from the journey."

Confusment haunted the maiden as she stepped backwards, away from the man pursuing her. "My name is Viveka." The man only smiled and took hold of her again, pulling her petite form to his.