A Princess and Her Knight (Gency)

Chapter Two

Birds chirped outside, their morning songs filling the air. As the sun began to rise, so did the Knights and everyone else in the kingdom, which included the last royal member of the Ziegler kingdom.
Angela Ziegler, the remaining royal, sat up in her comfortable bed with a single thought in mind: There can be no mistakes today.

The blue eyed blonde threw herself from the bed at the sound of clanging armor outside. 'I guess they're about to leave for the battle field... That means I should get ready myself.'

This time when she went to the rug, no one was there to interrupt her. Her hand pulled it aside, the hatch door now accessible. Angela lifted the latch,  slipping through the square hole and letting the door close again. Her feet led the descent down the ladder.
At the bottom, there was a dimly lit room. Many things were scattered around the area. Bottles of colored liquid lined several shelves and drawing and pictures were pinned around.

Although the room was cluttered, there was something that was unmissable.

A mannequin stood by a wall, a familiar looking suit on it. It was exactly like the drawings from earlier. Except, it was much more stunning.
The beautiful suit was made out of a sturdy, yet light, material. Latex was also a key part, covering a lot of the arm and leg pieces. The boots were obsidian black with orange accents. They looked comfortable yet protective and went up to the knees.
The wings were much larger in person rather than paper. They were much more impressive and larger, the wingspan looking like it could actually allow the wearer to fly.

Angela stared at the suit in awe. After several years of work on the suit alone, it was finally ready. Not only that, but she had constructed a staff with unique properties to go along with the suit. She called it the Caduceus Staff. It was capable of healing every physical wound. It had taken her many years to figure out the science to make it work properly and there was still yet another project that she had been working on.
She took another glance at the outfit, ready to wear the ensemble to aid her Knights.

Genji Shimada, a Knight sworn to protect the princess. He stood with purpose as he held his sword in his right hand and a shield in his left. He was never accustomed to shields, but Commander Morrison had told him and all the other knights that they would be necessary. And Genji trusted his commander. Almost as much as he trusted Princess Angela.

He saw the enemy lines appear on the horizon, all clad in black and red armor.

Someone came running up to Commander Morrison, a blue light glowing on their stomach area. Their hair was full of spikey brown locks.
"Commander! Reyes' army is about 5,000 men strong!"

"Thank you, Oxton." Morrison replied before taking a few strides over to Genji. He read the worry on the young man's face like he was reading a children's book. "Shimada. I know you are the Princess's personal guard, yet you must still be here on the front lines... I apologize. I know, you're even more worried about her safety now that Talon is out for her. But there are plenty of spaces to hide in the castle. She can take care of herself."

"C-Commander-" Genji started but was instantly cut off.
"Please, call me Jack."

"Jack, I'm more than worried abut Princess Angela's safety. I've been beside her side for years, and that's not a spot I'm ready to give up."

"I understand, no one wants to die. It's a reasonable fear. Lets just get through today. Either we win, or this battle gets dragged out. But we are not losing this." With that, Commander Jack Morrison turned away, taking position.

Genji turned as well, waiting for the horn to blow. And soon enough, it came. A loud, monotone noise, blowing into the air.
Battle cries from either side were heard, both forces rushing towards each other. The once peaceful land turned into an area of absolute turmoil. Swords clashed, armor clanged, bodies fell.
It had gone from 0 to 100 real quick.

He quickly got locked in a one on one fight with an enemy knight. They circled each other several times, sword tips inches away. They kept going, the two walking to their right at a consistent pace. The counter-clockwise movement would have been quite mesmerizing if it weren't for the fact they were about to have a battle to the death.
They both stopped, time seemingly stopping as well. The air a tight bubble of emptiness. It was calm, so calm that their surroundings were forgotten. No one and nothing else existed, well, almost nothing. Genji Shimada, the Knight wearing silver with gold accents, could only think of his Princess. Whatever the one on one fight turned out to be, he would make sure to win it.
The air erupted, the calmness instantly forgotten. Metal clashed, and it clashed hard. Clanging noises were emitted every time their swords met.
The enemy came in with a huge swing, a lot of force behind the attack. Not only was there force, but speed.
Genji, however, was faster. He had time to hold of his shield in front of him. He pushed back as the blow met his defense, sparks flying.
When he saw a perfect opening, he went in for an attack. His sword met the enemy, blood spilling out onto the green grass, staining it red. But before he could do anything else, a sharp pain came from his back. The Shimada turned his head to see another of Reyes's Knights with their sword pierced through his back.
Blood spurted as they pulled it back out. The enemy seemed to smirk as they noticed Genji struggling.
Then... They just dropped dead, a shuriken buried in their neck.
Genji coughed blood. 'What do the Reyes' Knights do to train..?' They were obviously given hardcore training as they knew how to fight well.
Sir Genji Shimada crawled to his knees, attempting to get up. However, blood kept pooling around him.
'I'm sorry Angela... If only I were stronger...'

That concludes
Chapter Two.

Slightly longer than
Chapter One,
But still short compared to most stories here on Wattpad.
Again, sorry for
Short chapters!

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