Orenda

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I'm sorry I'm sorry! I know it's been a while since I've updated, but I've been pretty busy w/ other stuff. Anyways, is anybody else here interested in sharks? 'Cause I find myself fascinated with them...

Okay, enjoy the chapter and don't let me get off topic!

-- Ivy :)

I sit up, wincing as pain flashes through my abdomen. Propping myself against the wall, I pull my shirt back to reveal a large gash. It's clearly been a bit since I was injured, but it's still slowly oozing blood.

I wince in pain, and try to tear off a piece of my shirt. I succeed, and wrap the soft fabric around the wound as tightly as I can. I'm still in a lot of pain, but I ignore it and force myself to my feet. I'm in a cell, much like the one that I was in last time I was in the Kingdom of the Masks.

I doubt that it's the same cell, because Technoblade put a pretty big hole in it. Speaking of which, I notice more guards stationed around to probably keep that from happening again. Sighing, I lean against the wall with my arms crossed and observe the guards. They seem slightly unnnerved, but I don't care. Why should I, they're the ones who kidnapped me.

"Princess Alaynia, I never thought I'd get to speak to you!" the door burst open, and I have to force myself not to accidentally scream.

"Really?" I reply, giving him a cold look.

I don't recognize the man, at least I don't think. He wears a blue T-Shirt and jeans, and his mask is smaller than most. It's just a pair of white goggles with a red tint. He's shorter than the people that I've met here before, but that doesn't mean anything.

He walks up to my cell, and a guard unlocks it for him. I keep my arms crossed, not taking my eyes off of him. "So," he says, "got anything you want to tell me?"

"Yeah," I answer. He smiles and waits, "I love how you think I would just betray my kingdom like that. Is it because you think I'm weak, or because you just think I'm that disloyal?"

The man's smile falters, and he glares at me. "Do I have to interrogate you, darling? Because believe it or not, I can. And it won't be fun."

I stand straight up, looking him dead in the eye. "I suppose you're just gonna do it with your fists, then?"

He laughs maniacally, "As you wish, my dear."

With the telegraph of the most unexperienced street fighter, he lunges at me. I side step easily, not remotely concerned. The hardest part about it was not bursting out laughing and letting my guard down, and I figure I might have problems pretty soon.

"Oof, you missed," I tease him, provoking another bad attempt at a punch.

A moment later, I'm actually fighting back. As he lunges at me, his fist connects with my open hand, and I just manage to stop it. He has a lot of power and strength, which along with his height, will be an advantage over me. But I've had training, and the knowledge is surging through my bones with intensity.

I smile at him, and then force him to his knees with a flick of my wrist. "Sorry, man, I bet this hurts," I tell him, and then I knee him in the head. He falls, and I let his limp body slump to the floor.

A guard hurries into the cell and drags the poor man out, forgetting to lock the door in his haste. Well, lucky for me, there are only two armed guards left. I walk out of the cell, closing the door neatly behind me.

"Ma'am, we can make this easy and you can just go back into your cell," one of them warns.

I smile at him, "Of course not," I respond, the sound of my voice, tinted with madness, scaring even me. But I don't tell them this, because they can figure it out for themselves.

And then we're fighting.

I don't even realize what's really happening, but I do know that I'm escaping. I've beat up a numerous amount of people that have tried to stop me, just enough that they won't be able to follow. I'm not a murderor, and I don't enjoy hurting people. But they're hurting me, and I need to escape. I'm leaking power, it surges through me. People see this, and they jump away without a word.

I smile, sad that I'm enjoying this.

It's a bit of a shorter chapter, but it's once again one of those moments when I have about fifteen minutes of charge left on my chromebook... Sorry guys! Hope you have a gggreeeaaaat daaaaayyyy!!!!

-- Ivy :)