Defender's: Abbida's Story

Chapter 1

          I wipe the sweat from my face with my arm. I fucking hate this place. My breathing becomes shallow as I notice the sharp pain on my side. I place my hand on the pain and blood stains my hand. The son of a bitch cut me. I look at him and find the grin that makes my blood boil. "It will be mine." He says

          "You're such a fucking pig."

          "Never thought I'd be standing here, did you?"

          "I had a feeling you would,"

          "How about we make a deal," he starts. "I'll make an offer you can't refuse."

          "This one should be good."

          "Being that we are the only two left, I'll take you as my wife and you could rule by my side."

          "How in the world would that be an offer I would take?"

          He laughs. "You are after all the princess of whores."

          My smile fades, I hate my mother. I run at him with my last arrow. I wish my fucking bow didn't break. I would fix it if the damn rules weren't against it. As I neared him, I duck to dodge his sword, and I grab hold of his leg. He hits my back, while I'm under him, stopping my breath for a moment. We both tumble to the ground, my vision blurs. When it clears, I see his sword had flown a few feet from us. He scrambles after his sword. I slam the tip of my arrow into his calf and brake off the sinew making it hard for him to remove it. He lets out painful scream, and I find my footing and run to the sword. I grab it and hold it to his neck.

         "Now you know who clearly underestimated the other." I tell him.

         "Then finish it." He says.

         "No, I will not be labeled as a cruel rule. You'll be my reminder that I can be merciful." I smile. He gives me an evil glare. A bright light forms around us and we are transported to the throne room in the castle.

          I stand tall in front of the Governs, the people that represent their land for the royals. Ameren stood with a limp, which put a smile on my face. The Elvin Govern, the current king's right hand man, stood and walked over to Ameren. "You failed, but were spared by our gracious victor." Klinem announced with a broad voice. "Because of your evil attentions, we here by banish you to Death Island."

          "What the hell? I just got back for that retched place, and you expect me to go back?" Ameren protests.

          "You can go willingly or we can force you." Klinem snaps back. "We will give you time to heal before sending you back."

          Ameren turns to me. His red eyes pierced through me. "I will never bow to you bitch. You're going to wish you would have killed me." I look forward, not wanting to argue.

          "That is enough out of you." Klinem says, and with the wave of his hand Ameren is gone. Klinem walks up to me with a smile. "You've grown so much, Princess. Your father will be proud." He says with a bow. The rest of the Governs rise from their seats and follow suite.

          "I want my schedulesand paper work sent to my room. I will retire to my chamber for the remainderof the day. Thank you." I tell them and then walk past them.