The Fire of the Journey

Chapter 1

The sound of carriages rolling in echoed through the air. The next country probably heard it. Sarina continued to chop down her tree. Why should she turn and admire the higher class citizens when they were the ones who put her in this misery because she refused to bow to them when she was 9? Now 18, she still scowls and spits whenever she knows they are in her presence. But, this time it was different. Usually, they'd come and merely pass and barely glance at each one. But, Sarina knew they were walking straight toward her. Every head now staring, the higher class citizen coming was quickening his pace every second Sarina didn't turn her head. But, Sarina wasn't worried. She knew sometime they would do this "very serious talk". Rather, she kept her axe sawing into the tree the same pace as she did before the carriages rolled in. The citizen behind her smiled as he knew Sarina knew he was here and why he was here, but this was much more serious than the once a 9 year old who laughed when was threatened a very serious talk thought it was. He kept pacing, so she'd think he was still walking. And Sarina bought it, not because she ignored her smartness, but so this would be a bit more fun for her.

He quietly swung the chains aiming for her throat first. It wouldn't have missed, for Sarina who stopped slicing the tree, and all so swiftly, precisely cut the chains and threw her axe, which gave a deep wound to the citizens hand. These foolish citizens, even a tiny cut would be bound to set them in the Emergency Healing Room. And so he fell to the ground and the guards were, more slower than Sarina thought, at his side. Sarina still had the chains on her ankles. The daring look she gave the slave next to her was more than enough for him to know he had no choice but to give up his axe. She cut the chains, tossed the other slave's axe back, picked up hers and ran. She ran straight toward the secret exit, where she'd soon meet the carriage that would take her on a journey that starts it all. The citizen smiled at how fond he did of faking the pain from the slash in his hand and how this slave just walked right into his plan. After all, he was the most strongest royal and qualified as a leader in his father's country's army. But, of course, he was all too royal to risk death in being a warrior. So he enjoyed the fact his father let him let this devious plan roll into action. Oh yes, this would be very interesting.