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The Warrior Princess.

by C C 2 months ago in Fantasy
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A princess turned warrior.

The Warrior Princess.
Photo by Miguel Gonzalez on Unsplash

There weren't always dragons in the Valley. There weren’t always magic, vampires, or werewolves, to be more accurate. I wouldn’t have imagined me a princess would be carrying a sword on my hip and a bow and arrow on my back. Yet here I am, hiding in a bush, trying to keep myself from being found.

My long black hair is tied into a ponytail; I have a black mask covering my lower face, but it’s hard to hide my red eyes, so I left them be. My life was turned upside down a few months ago when the rebels stormed our castle and took away everything I had ever known.

I lived a sheltered life; my father, the former king, was overprotective. He wouldn’t let me leave the castle, attend balls or make friends. The only thing he let me do, was practice martial arts and wield a sword and bow. The kingdom saw me as more of a prince than a princess due to my aggressive nature.

I shake my head to get rid of the thoughts of how I used to be; I need to focus on the present situation. I need to get revenge for my father. I grip the sheath of the sword on my hip. I will take back the kingdom, father; I vow on this sword. I grit my teeth and jump out from the shrub I was hiding in.

I unsheathed the sword and pointed it at the foe before me.

“Why are you following me?” I demand. The man before me was following the last few miles, and I finally lost him and hid. He stood about 6'1, with sandy brown hair and dazzling blue eyes. He doesn’t appear to have any weapons, but that doesn’t mean a dagger isn’t hidden.

“Can you put your sword down?” He has both of his hands up to show he means no danger.

“I don’t think so, not until I know you aren’t trying to kill me.” I squinted my eyes at him. I trust no one and refuse to let a pretty boy make me put my guard down.

“Look, I mean you no harm. I know it was weird of me to follow you, but I wasn’t sure how to approach you.” He flashes a lopsided smile; he is handsome, that is for sure.

I mentally facepalm myself; the better-looking someone is, the higher chance of being killed.

“Save it; my sword remains. Now tell me, why are you following me. If you lie, you will lose your life.” I lift my head, showing him, I won’t hesitate to slash his throat.

“Fine, you can call me Isaac Browning. Last few months, I was tasked to find you and keep you safe. I have kept my distance and watched you from afar. You are one scary princess,” he smirks. “I was going to go against the orders of my superiors. You don’t seem the type who needs protecting. Princess Maya.”

I roll my eyes at him.

“Who sent you to protect me? Are you with those rebels?” I ask him.

“No, Princess, I am not. I am probably your only ally.” He lets out a long sigh and rubs the back of his neck.

“I truly mean you no harm, but I want to help you take back the kingdom.” He tells me with his eyes burning with fire inside.

“How can I trust you? You haven’t convinced me.” I step closer to him with my sword closer to his neck.

He lets out a long laugh and stops; he looks at me seriously. He vanishes right before me; I whirl my sword around. He is nowhere in sight.

Damn.

Where did he go? I circle the area with my sword, ready to attack.

I feel a cold hand wrap around my neck and wrap around my sword.

“Look, Princess, I don’t have time to wait for you to trust me. I want to apologize in advance for what I am about to do.”

I feel pain erupt through the side of my neck; I can feel teeth sinking into my skin. I try to kick him and remove his arm from my sword.

“I am not going to kill you or harm you. The wound on your neck will heal, but you will be losing consciousness. I knew you would be too stubborn and feisty to listen.” He whispers into my ear.

I couldn’t get a word in as my vision became blurry, and my legs grew weak.

Is this how I am going to die?

Forgive me, father, for I failed to avenge you.

Fantasy

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C C

I work full time and a single mommy. Writing is a hobby that is my escape from reality.

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  • Ara20 days ago

    Good read, nice work!

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