Short Stories

The Huntress

He strode toward the clearing, his sword swinging at his hip. The sun flickered through the trees, his eyes roaming the woods. A few horse back riders clamored the woods, filling it with noise. The Knight followed it, his stride purposeful. She was in the center, her eyes trained to her little group, her bright green eyes shining.

The Knight stepped on a twig, making the woman's head snap in his direction. He flashed a grin, his eyes dark and unreadable.

"Seize him!" She demanded of her guards. Footsteps raced over, but it was too late for the woman as he grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the forest. He wondered if the forest would give them enough cover to get them away.

"Get your hands off me!" she snaps, yanking her hands away from the man before her. He looked down at her, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"I was told to bring you back." He said slowly. Her eyes narrowed dangerously, the green and blue darkening in anger. The red war paint smeared on her cheek as she growled at him.

"I'm not a fool, mister." She snapped at him. The Knight was a good two feet taller than her, his eyes a golden brown. "This is nonsense. I don't need saving."

The man flung his hands in the air. "You were kidnapped by these savages, Keira!"

She bared her teeth at him, her tone dropping dangerously. "That's not my name anymore. My name is Willow Lakely and I'm part of the Dragon Tribe."

The Knight hissed out a breath. "You are Kiera Southerdawn, Princess of the Weingn Lands."

The princess flinched back, her hand flipping into her coat. She slid out a small dagger, the sign etched into the handle, the sign of her house. "Step back and let me go."

The Knight hissed out a breath, before simply taking a step back, assessing her. Her green eyes were bright with anger, her silky black hair swung around her like a black waterfall. She wore a thin material over her chest, it was tightly wrapped. Her body curved, coming to her hips and thighs. A slight shift hugged her figure, making the Knight uncomfortable.

He remembered his king, the bold blue-green eyes that darkened considerably once he found his daughter whereabouts. He ordered his best knight to bring her back, under strict orders that she isnt supposed to talk to anyone but the Knight.

Keira bared her teeth in a snarl, her eyes watching him like a hawk. A male behind her took a step, his hand on a thin sword strapped to his waist. His eyes were a a dark blue, almost black. He kept his eyes on the Knight, but moved next to Keira.

"Shall we leave, Willow?" He asked pointedly. The Knight's eyes narrowed and he took a step forward. In one quick motion, the male unsheathed his sword and swung it until the tip nicked the Knight's throat. His muscles tensed, his eyes jumped to the males, fury soaked his eyes. With speed unimaginable, the Knight swung his blade into the male's, knocking it clean away from his hand. Kiera let out a surprised gasp, moving away from her bodyguard.

The Knight's sword stood at the male's neck. His blade gleamed in the sunlight, the symbol etched into the metal flickered. Keira's eyes drawn to it, her green eyes widen.

"J-jonathan?"

He flinched away from her, his brown eyes glinting with surprise that she recognized him so quickly. He sucked in a breath, memories rushing through his mind. Memories of their childhood and before he left for the Academy for Knights. He narrowed his eyes and stepped closer to her, his sword at the male's throat. He stood face to face with Keira.

"Keira, come back with me."