The RHPK

Chapter 8- Five Princesses

Chapter 8- Five Princesses

The Pink Knight stabbed the last Forest Bear. Her quest to save Janine had now intensified to rescuing her and four others that had been kidnapped.

The RHPK grabbed the leader's neck and pressed his back against a tree.

"Where are the other four?"

He smirked. "In far lands. Places you can never get to. The mountains. The-" The Pink Knight had heard enough and ran her sword through his stomach, cutting him off mid-sentence.

Five princesses needed to be saved by a powerful eleven-year-old soldier. So, she swung her sword, put it in its sheath, and started walking.

The Pink Knight started her main journey to find the five princesses right then and there. She was slightly grateful to the foolish Forest Bear leader that had leaked so much information to her. The first thing she thought of was what the king was going to think if she didn't report the journey she was about to embark on. The last thing she thought of was what would happen if she got sick.

She came to the conclusion that if anything happened, she would be forced to return to the kingdom. Since she didn't really want to, it was important she didn't get injured.

The Pink Knight walked through the forest with Swif right at her side. Low-hanging branches slapped at her face and thorns pricked their feet. She wanted to be careful, but she couldn't care less. Small cuts and bruises were forming on her face, legs, and arms, but she really didn't give a damn.

Swif meowed meekly, as if warning the girl to be more wary of her surroundings, yet the Pink Knight took no note of it. 

"Halt," a gruff voice growled from the trees. The Pink Knight looked up, as if annoyed with the constant interruptions to her quest. A quake shook the ground around her and the cat, and a giant emerged from the thicket of trees. Each footstep rocked the ground with terrible tremors, causing the RHPK to stumble around. She drew her sword slowly, wondering what the giant was planning.

"What do you want?" she spat bitterly, pointing her sword towards the beast. He suddenly bowed, and she stepped back.

"Are you the Pink Knight?" he asked in a deep voice.

"Does that matter?" she hissed, gesturing for Swif to run up the nearest tree.

"I like to acknowledge my enemy before attacking," he replied, raising a heavy fist high into the sky. The RHPK cursed and jumped away as his fist slammed into the earth.

I will tell you one thing now: if you were there, you could hear someone whisper something. Something no one could possibly understand. Words of an unknown language. But you could hear it.

It rang loud and clear into the Pink Knight's ears. It was so clear, she could decipher each sound, but strangely-- she understood it. Word for word, as if it were simply whispered to her in plain English.

After those words were heard, a surge of energy surged through the Pink Knight's body. Power coursed through her veins. She jumped high into the air and swung her sword so fast and so hard that a sharp wind blew several trees down. It knocked the giant onto its backside.

With glowing, inhuman eyes, she shot rays of rainbow magic at him, deteriorating the earth around him and burning his animal skins off his skin. She swiped her massive sword once more, this time through his chest, and separated two uneven halves of him. He died instantly, and she landed on the ground with magic, speed, and power flowing through her body like a gushing river, making her thirsty for the fight.

"Swif!" she yelled and started running.  The cat chased after her, its paws slapping the muddy ground.

After an hour of running, they found a Fur Clan camp. There were soldiers marching around holding baskets and bags of food and gold, trampling the plants and retreating into make-shift twig homes. They didn't wear much armor; in fact all they were wearing were deer skins and leather wrapped around their forearms.