Panchaali's POV:
I wanted to sneak out of the palace, the device in my hand was pulsing with the blue light, I needed to set my traps and shields that would warn me when the invincibles are around, I pulled on my hood of the jacket I wore,
I wore a top and my well worn favorite dark leggings made of special materials, I pulled out a backpack and put in all the devices I needed,
I strapped the holster on my right thigh for the easy access to the gun, while the I put my special dagger, that I got from my Vin on my birthday, yes he gifted me a dagger for my birthday.
I know it's strange but strange is the norm of my family, we wouldn't be the losers if we weren't strange now will we?
I adjusted the single sword strapped on my back over the jacket, in such a manner that it was easy to reach if the need arose, I took two extra magazines of bullets and added to the bag just in case.
I took my old diary that had the important notes for the operation of the gadgets, just in case I needed it, added a compass and a box of matchsticks, I so regretted not getting a lighter but this will have to do for now.
After tightening my shoes I was ready to go.
My watch showed that it was way past mid night, everyone should be asleep now, obviously the servants not included.
Going out of the door was out of question, not only because of my clothes, but also because of the army of servants that must be moving around.
Freaking royals and their spoiled asses, have to make things difficult for spies like me.
I checked my bun, tightening it, didn't really want someone to use them as reigns just in case there comes a time to flee, one simple rule among raw was prepare for the worst, expect the unexpected and never ever panic when in trouble.
Master this three things and you will be fine, my dad had once told me. I pushed his thoughts back as my hand touched the locket in my neck.
"Okay Panchi let's do it!"
With a final deep breath, I walked to the balcony, I was on the first floor, a distance I can easily jump, the problem wasn't the jumping, the problem was getting up, I hated climbing walls, made me feel like Romeo going to meet his Juliet, only difference I am no Romeo.
I stood over the edge and let myself drop, I curled my body inwards, let the gravity do it's job as I tumbled down, my legs shot out just as I was about to hit the ground and fell on my hunches like a cat, a sharp wave of shock ran through my legs making a groan leave my mouth as I hit the ground, yea, the shit that super heroes do don't work in real life, this damn thing actually hurts, I complained as I stood up dusting my clothes before I sneaked out.
The years of training kicked in as all the humour evaporated, one mistake and my head will be slain,
I was currently a spy,
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Love Across Time
Historical FictionTime Travelling, a concept that has only been like a dream for the 21century youth, but what happens when Panchaali Singh Ranavat, a college student, a secret RAW agent, has to travel back in time in order to stop a secret group, THE INVINCIBLES, th...