Their Lost Princess

Chapter 1

Rosalind

"Red!!Red!!Red!!"

I could hear the crowd cheering and screaming my name as I threw a punch straight to my opponent's gut.He let out a loud pain of cry as my fist connected with his stomach.

This time I was wrestling a young boy with brown hair.He looked to me somewhat twenty but his strength was quite appraising.Although he wasn't like those big,bulky men I usually fought but he was still older then me quite a bit.

And maybe I don't know but I found him quite familiar,like I had seen him somewhere.But where,I had no idea.

I had never seen him before but it looked as if he was quite known here with all the cheers he was getting.Maybe he fought on different days then me so we never got the chance to have a one on one before.

It had been a week of me since I had last come to this underground rink I had accidentally found out.

Three years ago when I was still at my ripening age,a 14 years old me stumbled upon this place I had been now coming to every week.It was the time when I had run away from the private orphanage I grew up in.I had gotten so tired from all the nagging and going to and fro to foster homes that it affected my mental health and I found no other way then running.

But then I realised I had to live this way till I was 18.Only then I would have the chance to do something.So for the time being I went back.

Coming here to join the fight was the only way to earn money along with the small job I had at the cafe where I got the job of serving being an unqualified girl.

Two years ago,a mishap happened and affected the already miserable life of us kids in the orphanage.The couple who had found the orphanage and supported the place were found dead in an accident so all their wealth went to their only son and that snobbish man stopped the aids to the orphanage that helped us stay fed.

Everyone started leaving.The staff abandoned the few kids left behind as many were adopted already.I was one of them.Although I was adopted three times but I was sent back all those three times.

My foster parents complained of me being a difficult child when they were the one at fault.I hated how none of them tried to even treat me well.

Maybe this was my destiny.

The only person who stayed behind with us kids was Nanny Cara,the middle aged woman who brought me to the orphanage.She was the only person who actually tried to take care of all of us and stayed behind even after knowing she won't be paid for her service.

Nanny Cara only knew that I worked at the cafe to help her in looking after the kids.I was the only one above 16 there.The rest kids were all below 10 so there was no one else to help Nanny Cara.

Nanny Cara didn't knew I sneaked once a week at night to go to the underground fighting rink to earn some extra money.I would lie about the extra money I would have because I knew she won't let me go out to such a dangerous place where only criminals and Mafia men lingered.

But there was no other way.

At first,I watched the fights for few months to get a hang of some techniques.Good thing I had a sharp mind and could learn things quickly.I observed the fights inside the rink and after three months I joined it.At first it was hard to fight big,bulky men when I was only 14.My strength wasn't that strong.The only advantage I had was my height.

Being a 5,10 girl helped me a lot to go against my opponents.But still it was difficult.First few times I was almost beaten to death and it was so difficult to hide my wounds from Nanny Cara.But then I got the hang of it.I started fighting much better then before and in three years I built myself a reputation.