Imogen: The Warrior Princess
4 parts Ongoing MatureFrom the first moment, I saw her on the battlefield. We were under siege from the Takarai and had been fighting them back for weeks. My men grew weary as we fought hard and waited for reinforcements. I was under an enemy blade struggling, my back against the hard ground when I heard a loud jarring cry. In a flurry of movements, she cleared the surrounding area of the opposing soldiers, laying waste to even the man who held me under his sword. Her smooth mahogany-colored skin stained red, her eyes the color of molten gold, her hair a deep ebony color with a contrasting tract of pale white a pigment or lack thereof also affecting her left eyebrow it was that same pale patch of hair that showed red, dyed by the blood of the men she's slain. "Get up little Prince, We've not won yet." She spoke in a commanding tone and as if compelled I gathered myself and stood. She was accompanied by a large graying man who was also able to seamlessly handle his own against the advancing forces. "Imogen, you cannot continue to charge ahead like that." He complained, causing the scanty girl to smirk. "Deagon, did you not instruct me to unleash hell." She replied, swinging her large sword down on yet another foe. The older man rolled his eyes, "I suppose I did." he muttered, and the fierce girl referred to as Imogen raised her right hand as if signaling something. "Then witness my unleashing!" She yelled. I felt the heat before I even saw it coming. A flash of fire barely missed our flesh when a large red, toothy, armored dragon landed before us lowering itself for the girl. She mounted the beast pulling from its saddle a gilded bow and arrow. Securing herself before howling out another warrior cry and with that, the dragon took off flying fast toward the enemy camp. I vow to keep this memory with me always, as it was at this moment that I knew she was the love of my life.