Trapped

Part I

I can feel death walking towards me; will I go to the burning rage of hell or golden glow of heaven? The clock is ticking for my demise.

For I'm trapped in the clutches of the deadliest predator of humans.

The net is woven delicately together like a spiders web, seeming to expand to the size of a football field. It entwines together to form a death trap, stretching from the top of a trunk to the bottom of another, the thick rope glowing golden in the dying light.

If I am to live, I would have to escape by nightfall. Men set this net. They set traps all through these woods, capturing humans as if they are animals. And what they do to them after the capture... An icy chill spirals up my spine and I start pulling at the net, desperately trying to claw my way out. I can see my only weapon, my only hope of survival, just a few meters away, blade shining like jewels as the sun dips behind the horizon.

Everything in these woods seems huge now that night has almost taken over. A mortal human like I feels like only the size of an ant.

As if I called him, sounds of footsteps echo through the woods. My captor. The net shakes as the man peers through the gaps in my prison.

"Look at what we have here," he jeers at me, yellow teeth showing as he grins wickedly. I spot his blade. It's huge, half the height of a man, steel sharpened, dripping with a deadly poison.

"You will sell quite nicely," he crackles and anger fills me, bubbling like lava.

I strain my legs and push upwards, jumping off the ground. I kick out my foot, aiming for that oh so vulnerable face. I hear him go rearing backwards and I use the precious time I have left to put some distance between us.

"Oh, she wants to fight now. Go on then," he says, the boot print appearing on his face, just visible by the light of the moon. I flinch as he grabs the sword and slashes through the rope in a smooth stroke. I nimbly scamper out and my eyes find my weapon, laying peacefully on the lush grass... right behind my captor twirling his blade, his giant form blocking out the moonlight. Without my sword there is no hope of beating him.

So I run. I ignore the strain of my tired muscles, the cuts, the spray of poison from the sword and I ignore him. Suddenly, I am thrown backwards against the ground, hooked by the back of my shirt. He leers over me, the cool metal of his blade against my neck.

"Give up," he says.

"Never," I whisper. And then I kick at his guts, pressing my hand against my neck so just as he remembers to kill me as he falls, it cuts through my palm. Supressing my scream, I leap up, sprinting for my sword. In a smooth motion I spin around, barely aiming and throw my weapon into his stomach.

I walk up to the fallen man, taking the pin that shows that he was a Kings solider. I use my thumb to wipe off the blood, satisfaction filling me.

I came here for one reason and one reason alone.

To kill the king and take his kingdom for my own. I will stop the capturing and selling of women. I will burn this kingdom and build it from the ground up if that's what it takes.

How ironic will it be that a woman, deemed useless by the King, will rule this world into a new age?

 Hi everyone! This is the start of my new story. One thing, I have big commitment issues with writing and I've just come out of massive writers block. But I've heard the phrase "you can't edit a bank page" one too many times so here we are. Anyways I'm aiming to post maybe once a week give or take so please bare with me. Also if you want to leave a comment they are much appreciated. <3

P.s I'm very sucky at writing long-ish stuff soall of the chapters are gonna be around 600 or so words.