The Bodyguard

| chapter - 2 |

Horse riding, okay. Broken roads and muddy path, fine. But suddenly an old rusted gray palace in my view...not okay. I stopped at an appropriate distance and noticed something like palace guards, the people conspiring before hiding in the bushes. And one of them pulling a cart to get the gates open. Inside the cart were one more pretending to be a dead body but he was going to attack the front guards.

They couldn't be this confident unless they had someone helping them from inside the palace. I knew enough strategy through my line of work. But what actually stopped me was my outfit. If, a big if this was some theme-based amusement park? Or a party?

But how in the world did I get here?

So I got down and asked the pretending or maybe real killers in the bushes. Leaving behind the horse I walked to them shocking them a lot.

Evil, witch , they muttered something like that maybe because of my outfit that stood out but I did manage to get them talking thanks to the sword of the previous horse owner.

"Where can I find a phone booth?" I asked as confidently as possible but they stared at me as if I was a demon.

One of them pulled out a dagger and charged at me.

Okay , so no theme party. I did not just time travelled? Did I?

I blocked him easy but he was skilled. His moves were clean and he deflected most of my blow except the ones a gangster always have up their sleeve, the cheating card. I kicked in this gut which slashing his upper arm, kicking other one at the back.

Two jumped from the either side and I bit one's arm making him shriek in surprise and wild attack. My sword hilt hit one while the blade made a graze on one's chest leaving them bloody and heaving. They were trained assassins, I met a few before but they were a bit modernised.

While other lay injured, my blade was kept at one's throat in an attempt to threaten him.

"Now where is the fucking phone?" He looked confused at my question.

"What is a fucking phone?" He asked and I felt my fear come to life.

Is he joking?

So I asked the most obvious question in my head.

"What year is this?"

He blinked and then thought for a moment and answered confirming my fears, " 1735."

Shit.

***

I have seen enough movies so I just did what anyone with brains with do in my situation. Killing off one group I changed my leather jacket, jeans for the black long robes, some black slacks like thing but I kept my boots on; I loved them. I covered my head in the black cloth only keeping my eyes open.

The clothing was so damn loose that no one would know I was a girl so that also puts me in a safe zone. I joined the second group hiding on the left side waiting for a sign from inside the palace. I pretended to be the part of that assassin group. I still kept waiting for them to laugh or say something that would mean this is a movie or drama shooting but they were all dead silent and serious.

This is not really 1700's, I am just dreaming.

But as far as the dream went I needed to survive . I saw the smoke rise from the topmost beacon on the palace and this might be the signal because every started moving soundlessly. We were breaching in not from the front gate but from a back wall where someone just threw down a thick rope. Maybe the one walking in with the cart had other jobs.