Ferocity

Prologue

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Exhaustion was mounting, her legs were weak and she could no longer feel the arms that were tightly gripping the small scared child to her chest as she moved through the jungle. Sweat coated her entire body, she was close to the border, maybe another hour at the most and they would be safe. It had been over a year since she had been home to Wakanda, but she knew the land well. Those who pursued her did not, which was the only reason her and the child had not been caught yet.

"Nora I can hear them, they are advancing on us quickly" The small voice said against her neck. The girl was so young, but spoke in a manner far beyond her years and it broke Denora's heart.

"How far away sweetie?"

"Two miles and closing fast. Three teams coming from the north, north-west and south" She stated confidently lifting her head from Denora's shoulder. "Put me down, I can run and we need to move faster"

Denora hestitated "What about your leg?"

The girl shrugged "Nearly healed, I will be fine as long as we move"

Denora knew they were moving too slow, but she felt a fierce need to protect the small girl. She relented, setting the child down but kept her small hand gripped tightly in her own. They started through the jungle at a much quicker pace, branches whipping their faces. Denora tried her hardest to keep up with the little girl who moved swiftly over the terrain despite of the pronounced limp she had. She had been wounded protecting Denora when her cover had been blown and they were about to execute her. Denora's chest tightened watching the child survey their surroundings, listening and analyzing. The girl had never had a chance to be a child, only a weapon to be wielded by evil men.

After about twenty minutes of running as fast as they could, Denora could see the border, they were so close. As they broke through the tree line Denora saw the tactical teams closing in on them. Fear froze her in her tracks, but the girl pulled her forward snapping Denora back to reality. The pair stopped as they approached the border barrier, invisible to the untrained eye.

"I am Denora, sister of Queen Ramonda, War Dog of Wakanda!" She shouted to the sky, pulling down her bottom lip to reveal a blue tattoo.

Chaos erupted behind her. The girl threw blasts of energy from her hands at the advancing mercenaries holding them back. Using her power the girl pulled a gun from one of their holsters into her hand. Without hesitation she shot six of them. The barrier opened, Denora grabbed her and ran through to safety.