Stolen Identity

Chapter Four

Watching closely, Isaac observed his father, Erick, being called by an older man who had been wearing a full set of armor. His shield had a checkered pattern containing red and white.

He held a sword in his right hand and a long dagger that had been attached around his waist with a metal chain, probably used for defense outside of the arena. Erick quickly gave a short bow to the man before getting up and grabbing one of the large wooden lances that had been beside inside a weapon holder.

"You see him," Lusilla calmly spoke.

"Huh?" Isaac responded.

"The man you're looking at just now, the one with the long and curvy dagger... that's the captain. Head of War Division A, and Captain of the Knights. He's a high ranking member of our kingdom and especially close with my father... "

¨Oh, I see." Issac got up and walked over to take a seat over to his left, which had a better view, but he couldn't help but speak, ¨But what type of person is he?¨
¨I mean, he's really everything one can ask for.... He's funny, smart, and strong. And most of all a good uncle..." she said smiling.

As his father went down into the arena, he got his lance ready and sat on a horse, patting it's back. Isaac looked around and saw Lusilla had her hand on his shoulder. She cocked her head to the side, showing that she already wanted to leave. "C'mon, let's leave. I think you've been here long enough," she said.

"But wait, my dad's just about to fight. Can I at least stay for a little while more?" he argued back.

"No," she said.

He only clenched his jaw, but then later released it. He recalled that after Prince Kozert's death, she began to isolate herself. She grew cold to anybody who tried to get close to her, and this year was the first time she had made an effort to open up to the people of this country.

All of Isaac's thoughts were filled with the princess. He looked at her golden blonde hair and her wide mud-brown eyes and felt sorry for her. He looked down in shame and got up.

"I'm sorry for my attitude, I'll follow you at once," he said with a bow, trying to be as respectful as possible. A slight grin of happiness appeared on her face, as she led Isaac down the long carpeted stairs. The shame Isaac felt had been far too great to even give a full apology, so he remained quiet and didn't say anything else to her.

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As he walked, he had thought of how worried his mother had probably been, so he started sprinting, but then he heard some bushes behind him twitch. He turned around and closed his eyes, and quickly turned back around and ran.

Three men holding long daggers all dashed after him as he screamed for help. Yet, nobody would have heard him. As they all jumped on him, he landed hard on the ground. One put their dagger close to his throat and the others stood behind him, thwarting his escape route. He closed his eyes, hoping they would let him go, but they didn't.

"You were with her," one of them said.

"With who?" Isaac asked.

"The princess," they said in sync.

"And so? What's wrong with that?" he said ferociously.

One of them grinned and asked him to empty his pockets. He then reached in his pockets and pretended to throw something in the air. "That's all I have in my pockets," he said.

He closed his eyes hoping his plan would work and it did. All of them let him go and search for whatever he threw. He used that as his opportunity he quickly got up and ran.