Wanted - A Pirate Tale

1 ~ The Little Princess

OK, so if you read the start (Don't worry if you didn't, I know most people don't. :P) I decided to do something a little different and to try and name each chapter of my book after the title of a movie. (So that bit's not copyrighted because obviously it's not mine) If you have any better suggestions, please don't hesitate. I'm also posting the link up so you can see it IS actually a real movie, I'm not just making it up. The Little Princess: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0031580/  - oh - and the soundtracks are all from the movies too. :)

The feel of panic is in the air. Some say panic does not have a feeling, but it does. It is a tangible, dreadful feeling that pervades even the strongest of man. 

On this black, murky night, something streaks against the fragments of moon struggling to come out from behind a cloud.

"Myra!" A quiet, desperate call is sounded. Another running figure joins the fleeing mother.

"James, please, don't let them hurt her." The woman's desperate plea turns into sobs.

"Shh." The man puts his arm around his wife as they duck down behind a tree, panting hard, breath rising as vapor. "They won't find us."

"What have we here?" A loud voice scares the pigeons from their nests. They coo in indignance, weary-eyed and cautious.  "A few little lost souls. We cannot have you wandering about in the night, you might hurt yourselves." The voice rises at the end, and a laugh is followed shortly after.

"Stop it!" The woman stands up, suddenly confident, the bundle in her arms seemingly light. She cowers against her husband at the sight of the beast, standing confidently in the open. "You may hurt us but you will not hurt our child. She must be safe."

"What makes you think I'm going to guarentee that?" The voice booms.

"You will." The woman glances at her husband, tears dripping down her tender cheeks. "James?"

"Yes." He mutters, coming to stand beside her. Before anyone around them can react, they start to mutter something together.

"NO!" The being lunges forwards, but he's too late. The only thing left is a swirl of dust. The words 'Evenesces' ring around the forest.

Peering into the swirling leaves, he frowns, then gives another laugh as he leans down to pick up a small bracelet, that had obviously fallen off in the panic. The saphire blue and emereld green gemstones reflect the moonlight. His smile is clear on his face as he stands up. "Come, my brothers. Our days are not over yet. We shall have one last chance at redemption."  

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16 years later...

"Wooh!" I can't stop the grin of pleasure that comes to my face as the wind tears past my hair, which is flowing free in the breeze.

My horse snorts in pleasure, tossing her head. It's just me and her, flying through the trees together, and for once my mind is completely free. We round a clearing and I stop in surprise as I see bright colored tents and the sounds of blows being given and taken. Then I remember where my brother had gone today - out to practice his sword skills. No doubt he will  be practicing today with the King's soldiers. I tie my horse to a tree and hide behind one of the tents to watch.

Prince Charles walks unhurriedly out to the tournament, dismissing the comment his trainer is making. "Your Majesty! Please!" The exasperated man finally backs off, looking after him with hard eyes. "If you want to kill yourself, go ahead." He snarls quietly. Nevertheless, he follows the prince with anxious eyes as he swaggers up to his opponent. He must know that if anything happened to the Prince, father would blame him. I watch Charles swing his sword arm around, readying for the fight.