The Princess Testing (being rewritten)

Chapter 16*

Lindsey my sweet little sister, why is she here? She should be at home back in sector four, not on this battle field.

Clutching my head, I repeated to myself this was all a dream. That the girl in front of me was not my little sister. But every time I looked back I could see the fear in her eyes.

Biting my lip, I unsheathed my sword giving the girl one more glance before barreling towards the monster. In those seconds I felt all the voices of reason flee from my mind.

That beast was going down and I did not care who got hurt in the process. I did not care if this person was once a human, right now they were a threat.

Within an instance I felt the impact of my sword on human flesh, backing way I gasped seeing the golden eyes turn a bright hue.

The girl smiled looking down briefly at my sword before looking back at me. I fully expected her to scream, shout, or at the very least cry.

But all she did was sweetly smile as she pulled the sword from her heart. Wincing a bit, she pushed the metal towards me. Still covering my mouth with my hands, I slowly approached her.

She continued to sweetly smile before falling to the ground. Lunging for her body I caught her in the Knick of time." I am so sorry." I choked out tears stinging my eyes.

"Don't be, I wanted to thank you." She whispered wincing once more from her wound. Thank me? I asked my tears hitting her cheeks.

She nodded pressing a small vile within my hands, "I was naïve and thought that this would help me. Oh, how wrong I was. My thoughts were so clouded with wanting to win I took any advantage I could. And look where that got me. "

Clutching my hand, she smiled once more, I am just glad I could parish as a human, rather than a monster. With those words I watched the life in her eyes disappear.

Blinking a couple times, I looked around knowing I would not find my sister. Laying the girls body on the ground I was prepared to hear the cannon fire.

Staring back at the vile I yelled to what ever person was listening. "How dare you toy with the lives of innocent people!" my voices echoed through the air stinging my mind.

Falling back to the ground I clutched the vile to my chest wishing the test could not be so cruel. "Regina? Are you alright?" Amanda? Turning towards her tears continued to fall down my face.

"Oh Regina." She whispered kneeling down and placing her arm on my shoulder. "Was she a selected?" I nodded producing the vile from my grasp.

"Whats this?" her voice a low whisper, "Not sure, it seems to be a poison of some sort." Holding the vile to the light I watched purple liquid inside swish back and forth.

What was this stuff anyway? Slowly placing the vile to my lips, I allowed the sickening liquid flow into my mouth. Swallowing the after burn rang through my entire body.

There was no fizzing in my mouth and tasted of grounded rock. Shaking my head, I fought back the sudden urge to puke. The only name that came to my mind was beast fire, a poison more dangerous then liquid death.

"What are you thinking?!" Amandas voice pierced my senses. Looking at her bewildered face she smacked the vile from my hands.

"Are you insane? You could turn into that!" she pointed to the corpse lying next to us. Placing a hand on her shoulder I gave a small smile.

"Dont worry, thanks to my mother I am immune to many poisons." Amanda stared at me for second before gapping a bit.

"Thats a handy skill." She muttered shifting away from the multiple corpses. "Well its a skill needed when you live in sector four. Food poison is quite a norm there."

Amanda nodded understanding, but not fully grasping. "So, what was your childhood like?" I sighed knowing this was a way for her to ignore the carnage surrounding us.

Since she seemed very shaken, so I decided to go along with her question. "Not a pleasant one, thats for sure." She shook her head.

"Could you be more specific?" smiling my sight rose to the rather bright sky. "My town is in shambles since I was the age of four. When I was five I learned hand to hand combat, and at the age of six my father finally agreed to train me in the art of the sword."

She nodded playing with the hot sand underneath us, "Why would you go to such lengths?" chuckling I raised my sword to the light.

"Because some one needed to protect my family when my father couldn't, and I wasnt going to allow my younger siblings to risk their lives." Tilting my head, I smiled at the sun bouncing off my sword.

"Was it difficult?" giving a slight laugh I slowly nodded, "Well, it doesnt help when your Father is known for his swordsmanship. He is known also for being a harsh teacher to the royal guards, even to his own daughter he wasnt so forgiving."

Memories of my training popped into my head as I spoke. They were quite bitter sweet, "Enough about me, what is your life like?"

Biting her lip Amanda stood to her feet, "I can say for sure, nothing like yours. But I would be happy to tell you."