~HEARTS & FANGS~

1. ESCAPE🖤

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ESCAPE🖤

The lights ahead made her mission more complicated and frustrating. She knew just how well the empire was guarded, yet, she was risking her long graceful neck to be doing this. Now wasn't the time to praise her neck, was it? Well her pretty neck was not ignorable. She walked forward, surreptitiously, not wanting to be caught. She knew the repercussions of such an act, but she was not scared, not an iota of fear rose in her. She had had enough of her captor, the beast. She'd had enough of the confinement that he had deemed her fit for, wanting out. The rules and punishments he issued her was hugely traumatizing enough to keep her trying instead of stopping. She couldn't give up, wouldn't give in, cave in to his dominance, controlled by him. She would rather get caught, and then punished. She'd rather cry, drink water and definitely try again. She entered the flower maze, navigating through it in the dark like some self assured pro.

This was obviously not the first time that she was attempting this, judging from her expertise. She must have done this lots of time to be more than fully acquainted with it all, every twist, every turn, every bend and every path. Well, it was infact the fifth time she was doing this. That first four -especially the first- had been a complete disaster, unsuccessful, thanks to none other than her captor, the Beast as she liked to call him. But this time, the fifth, She was bound to succeed having planned it for so long, so meticulously, straight down to minutes and even seconds details. She was sure she would scale through, successfully. She walked stealthily out of the maze and into the garden. The smell of likeable flowers tickled her nostrils. She stopped to inhale them for a moment before she resumed her journey. She walked for a moment until she upended at the fountain, water cascading with a lot of noise. She stopped and scooped some into her cupped palms. She drank the refreshing liquid and wendied on. She moved to the stone pathway. The stone pathway was beautiful with gargoyles that lined each side, leading out of her captors manor. She ducked onto the shadows as she neared the end.

A sound had caught her attention. They belonged to patrol guards. The manor was heavily guarded, especially at night. She moved stealthily, eluding the patrol guards, sneaking out noiselessly. She moved slowly, cautiously at the edge of the pathway. She saw three guards on standby. She sighed frustratedly in her head despite the fact that she was well prepared. She withdrew an explosive from her bag. She opened the pouch and added a portion of a liquid, then threw it in the opposite direction. She didn't hear it land. She inhaled and counted to five with her ears covered. She jumped when the loud 'Bang' sound of the explosive came, loud and surprising though she had been expecting it. The guards rushed towards it, deserting their posts. She made her escape then, running quickly to safety. She ran across the small wooden bridge that spanned the small stream and stopped upfront. She had completely left her captor's manor. Well, she had yet to leave his terrain and all the lands she walked on belonged to him for he was The Emperor of this Empire, The Linamine Empire.

She hurried towards the first gate. Yes, it was the first gate. His fortified Palace had three gates leading into his also fortified vast empire. She had seen this on a map she had found in his study. That was his fault, in his manor he gave her freedom, allowing her to go wherever she pleased in it. She had no idea where this empire was located or how far it was from the home that she vaguely remembered. Yes, she vaguely remembered it. Her memory was a little fuzzy. There were times when she remembered things and times when she did not. She knew she had a family, a sister especially. She tried in vain to remember more but failed. But still, she would first leave and then find them when she had her freedom. They were the ones who could answer all her unanswered questions. She remembered being taken, kidnapped, by the Beast. She remembered him with silver hair and silver eyes holding a sword to her neck. She remembered her lover. She even remembered his name. It was Trevor. She remembered so many things about her handsome amour. She remembered being chased, running away from someone, fire blazing in the background. She assumed that she was running away from the beast who had her now. It must have been then he had taken her. It might have been her home burning, but she knew not. She suddenly wondered what he had done to her family. Had he killed them, or left them to burn to their demise? She also knew not. She didn't have the time to ponder much for a sound drew her attention. She quickly stole into the shadows, internally cursing herself for losing focus.