The Legend

:Chapter Five:

Song is "Set it Off" By Skillet.

Photo is of Hanj, Feiye's older cousin, the King of Jonah's Valley.

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   Hanj ran to me, taking my almost-limp body and ran to the castle doors, which were wide open. He dashed to a clinic, where healers were already prepared, healing supplies splayed over a nearby table. He gently set me on one of the beds, pulling up a chair as the healers knocked me unconscious and got to work.

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   I opened my eyes, now full of energy. I sat up, leaning against the bed frame as I was looking around. A door opened a few yards away, my eyes flickering to the person standing in the doorway, now stepping towards me cautiously. It was my cousin, King of Jonah's Valley. Hanj.

   I blinked in shock, since it had been so long since we've seen each other. At the time, I had only been a tiny princess and him a prince still. "....Hanj? Is that you?" I asked, still frozen. He strode towards me, sitting down on the chair beside my bed. "Unfortunately, yes." He smiled. "I thought I was still..." I didn't finish my sentence. He furrowed his eyebrows worriedly. "You were still where? What happened, Faiye?" Hanj asked, eyes glued on me. "Isabelle happened. She pretty much sold me off to the Kingdom of Ordan's Crown Prince for three weeks." I mumbled. He seemed to understand and clenched his jaw. "I only stayed a night before running. I had stolen one of their geldings, ridden through the forest and into a clearing. I knew that they would find me soon, so I called on Eyief, and flew here with said gelding." I explained. He didn't respond other than: "How did you get that injury, then?" I shrugged. "Branch."

   It suddenly came back to me, and my eyes widened. "The Fells still have elven slaves." I whispered, staring off into the distance. "We've tried getting them out, Feiye. They don't want to leave at this point." He answered, dampening the small flame that I had going with the idea. "There must be a reason that they kept those specific elves, though. They let the rest go." I tried to ignite it again. "It's a possibility, but it's not something I would waste thousands of soldiers and dragons on." He did it again. I bit the inside of my cheek. "I could get in. I'm the Crown Princess of a Queendom. I could just say I want to talk with Prince Theodore or someone important." I looked back at him. He scowled at my suggestion. "No." Hanj narrowed his eyes. "Why not? It's sounds like a good idea to me." I pouted. "I'm not risking your life for a possibility that those elves are unique. If they don't want to leave, then your going to end up joining them. As a slave. By then, neither me or your mother are going to hold back on the vampires. We'll call on our allies in the north and attack both kingdoms. Nobody would spare you or the other slaves. The vampires would kill you once we attacked." He growled. I cringed at his tone. Hanj's face didn't soften at my reaction.

   "Get ready to go." He whispered so only I could hear. I looked at him in confusion, but he just strode out of the room, not looking back. I felt like more of an idiot, but I jumped off of the bed, the stitches in my thigh stretching at the sudden movement. I looked around again, seeing a dress figure in a storage closet, complete with the actual dress. I ran over there, careful of the stitches. I skidded to a stop before it, pulling the door closed and staring at the dress. A cloak hung on a chair beside it.

   I blinked before pulling off my shirt and shorts, replacing it with the gown, smoothing it down. As I did so, a slip of paper got out. As I slid on the cloak, I held it up to the light. It said: Come to my sitting room. -- Hanj

   I blinked at it before setting it on the candle and walking out of the room, tugging up the cloak hood. I strode out of the clinic, the cloak making it so nobody seemed to notice me. I quietly pushed open the door, scanning the hall before I walked down it. I jogged up two flights of stairs before reaching the hall that held the King's quarters. I slipped past a few servants and opened the door to his sitting room, where Hanj lounged on one of the plush couches. i closed the door and tugged off the hood.

   "I have the hairdresser waiting in the other room." He stated in a matter-of-factly tone. I nodded my thanks to him. "Take off the cloak, by the way." He added, and I threw it to the ground before walking into the next room, where the hairdresser waited, a smile plastered on her face. I walked over to her. She gestured to the chair. "Sit, please, Your Highness." She kept on smiling. I obeyed, knotting my fingers in my lap anxiously. She started running a brush through my untamed hair, and I applauded her for the effort.

   After she was done, I stared at myself in the mirror for a good two seconds before standing. "Thank you." I smiled. Her mouth spread into a grin. "Your welcome, Your Highness." I smiled at her again before walking out of the room and facing Hanj. He was still wearing his armour. 

   "Let's get going, Princess Feiye."

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