Innocence Lost by Lexy aka Conorgirl

Alright, fellow Roariors, this is a continuation of my last fanfic, Blind
Convictions.

Disclaimer:  I don't own any of the main characters of the story 
(Catlin, Conor, etc.) even though I wish I did.  If I make up any new 
characters, then they r mine, got it? K.  I'm done now. =)




	They sat kissing on the edge of the cliff, both of them, 
enveloped in each other.  
	*Oh,* Catlin thought, *why couldn't we have done this 
months ago*  She continued to kiss him.  
	Her hands were clutching tightly to his face, careful not to 
hurt him, but to enthralled to stop. She was in heaven.  To her, even 
atop this windy cliff, he smelled of lavender.  It must have been the 
soap that she remembered him buying in a nearby village.
	She finally broke away from his passionate kisses.  Instead, 
she gazed contentedly into his incredible brown eyes, liquid pools 
that seemed to pierce her very soul.  Catlin began to twirl her index 
finger around one of Conor's stray curls.  
	She bit her lower lip, and began to smile.  Every last bit of 
him was a curiosity to her, something to be marveled at.  
	Conor still had not let go of her face.  It was as if he was 
examining her every feature, trying to memorize it, to ingrain it into 
his memory. 
	The couple sat there for what seemed hours, just looking at 
each other. Suddenly, Catlin burst into laughter, and had to cover her 
face with her hands.
	Conor frowned.
	"What?"  He looked uncomfortable. *Have I done something 
wrong?*
	Catlin uncovered her face, and looked at him lovingly.  Her 
eyes sparkled, and she bit her lip again in an attempt to keep an 
enormous grin from overtaking her features.
	"Conor, I love you."  At that, Conor relaxed, and raised his 
hands to her face once again, and began to stroke her hair.
	"I have never been so happy," she cooed.
	"I love you too, Cat."  He smiled.  This time, Catlin could 
not repress the smile. They embraced.
	Suddenly, they heard a twig snap behind them.  Conor and 
Catlin turned in the direction of the sound.
	Four men stepped out of the forest.  They were all Roman.
	Conor stood up hurriedly.  He clasped Catlin's hand tightly, 
and pulled her to her feet.  
	The Romans signaled to each other.  All four of them began to 
approach Conor and Catlin.  They were trying to encircle them.
	Conor's hand instinctively went for his sword.
	It was not there.  He had left it in his hut, standing up against 
the wall.  He felt is face pale.
	He cursed under his breath. Conor then looked to Catlin.  She 
hadn't brought her weapon either.
	They looked at each other in dismay.  They took one final 
look at each other, and turned their backs to each other.  Conor and 
Catlin circled around, ready in fighting stances, even though both of 
them knew in their hearts, that they were outnumbered.
	The first Roman lashed out with his sword.  Conor ducked 
quickly enough, so that the weapon's edge barely missed decapitating 
him.  But Catlin wasn't so lucky.  She had been standing directly behind 
Conor, while dealing with another Roman.  The blade's edge slashed 
through Catlin's shoulder, with a rrrrppppppp!
	Catlin screamed in pain, and fell to her knees, nursing the 
newly inflicted wound. She started sobbing.  
	"NO! " Conor couldn't believe what had just happened.  He 
turned around to help his love, but the Roman hit him on the back of 
his skull with the butt of the sword.  He fell to the ground with a thud.
	The world became black.

	Conor slowly lifted his head off of the hard floor.  He moaned 
as he sat up. He had a huge gash in the back of his head.  Conor gingerly 
fingered the wound and winced.  That was going to leave a lasting mark.
	Suddenly realizing what had happened, Conor looked around 
for Catlin.  She was no where to be found.  The dungeon he was 
imprisoned in had only four rock walls, and multiple chains dangling 
from each.  There was a door in one of the walls, but it was covered 
with iron bars.  This was not good.
	"CATLIN!!!! CATLIN!!!" he screamed to no one in particular.  
The only thing he wanted was to leave this place with his love.
	"Screaming will do you no good," came a voice from the 
shadows of his cage.
	Conor looked for where the voice had come.  From out of the 
darkness stepped a man, he thought.  The man removed his Roman 
helmet, and revealed -- a beautiful woman.  She strode over to where 
Conor was sitting, and kneeled before him.
	"My name is Attara.  I am your captor."
	"Why?" came Conor's former voice, now hoarse and 
whispered from shock and pain.
	"You will learn in due time," answered Attara in a harsh tone.  
She stood up, and began to walk away, the Roman helmet pushed up 
under her arm.
	"What have you done with Catlin?"
	Attara halted.
	"You mean that former slave whore?  I put her some place you 
will never see her again."


to be con't
End Part 3

Aren't I just evil? Ooh, do I love cliffhangers.
Just like always,
Comments, criticism, all is welcome!



Lexy aka Conorgirl