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To Protect the Princess! (Twisted x Touketsu)

Twisted Reality

Twisted Reality

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Nov 30, 2011
The exchange was made.

Honestly, in all regards she was flabbergasted by the note in hand. A scoff left her pristine lips as it was tossed carelessly to open flame. Why she'd bother to even deal with these fools was beyond her. But the promise and the payoff? Outstanding. It made her job slightly easier, however more difficult with the task at hand. A soft sigh from painted lips, the rose tinted flesh curving to a slight sign of disapproval. Despite this news, there shouldn't be much of a problem. She was trained for this sort of thing, after-all.

She had just finished locking the leather straps of her steel-breastplate as one of her associates practically broke down the room to her private chamber. Startled, the woman had whisked her blade to position, the sudden swiftness giving way to a slight dance of her shoulder-length blond hair. The man, clad in chainmail, skidded to a stop before the woman. He took to a slight shake, gulping rather nervously as he become entrapped by the woman's icy blue gaze.

"They.. they.." He stuttered, causing a rather loud spark of anger from the blond woman. "Enough, tell me what is going on before I bleed it from your neck." She barked rather venomously. Shaking with renewed urgency, he finished. "They have broken into the courtyard, the king demands you move the princess to the boat below the castle and escape to the shores!" He finally spat out, still eyeing the blade rather cautiously.

"So soon..." She muttered, brushing him aside as clanking of her steel boots became vocal down the hall. Soldier and servant rushed passed her, some seeking family, others reporting to the hall to repel the eventual tide of enemy warriors. However her job, was more important. Her task, much more urgent.

Within a minute of hearing the situation, she had arrived at the princess' door. A swift kick practically broke the hindges of iron as she stormed instead, blade held at the ready. "My princess, it is me Cheryl. We are to leave, now." Concern was quite the popular tone with her, as she hastily looked about as the princess grasped the current situation.
 
Anna gulped slightly hearing her knight at her door, she was standing at the window staring outside as she processed Cheryl's words. She closed her crystal blue eyes while turning away from her window, her father had been assured something like this might happen, and made her pack a bag. She grabbed her bag before making her way to the door, unlocking the door. She had already been changed by her maids, into a commoners dress, simple but oddly more comfortable then her Princess dress'.

She pulled open the door, her ebony hair was back in a ponytail, out of her way, she would be leaving everything behind to come back when and if it would ever be safe again. "I'm ready Cheryl.." She says while looking up at the woman who would always protect her. Someone who she trusted with everything in her heart, the princess had been brought up sweet of heart, and very away from men, so badly afraid of them it brought her to tears.
 
Despite the objective, momentarily forgetting the urgency, Cheryl couldn't help but smile upon sight of the princess. Dressed in even the most drab of clothing, she was so angelic, so beautiful. If it wasn't for the girl's overly-protective father, she most likely would of been married away by now. Luckily, that wasn't the case. Cheryl had toned it down briefly, gesturing her plate-covered hand towards Anna, a sweet notion implanted on her features. "It will be alright, it would take an army three times this size to even put you at risk beside me." A soft chuckle; attempt at lightening the mood.

Sadly, it could only help briefly. The battering cries and violent commands from the hall echoed to their position. Men called to reinforce the gates, others called to brace and prepare. However it seemed to be in futile efforts as the sound of the massive oak doors splintering renewed urgency to Cheryl.

"Take my hand, I'll lead you to our escape." She ushered quickly, biting her lip. A mild boast at taking a whole army. A few soldiers, no problem. But if they got countered by a few dozen, she'd be in one hell of a situation, with the princess after all not having much practice with a blade.

 
Ann took Cheryl's hand without much need at the cry's of soldiers dying just down the hallway, she closed her eyes, wishing her father and mother well, but knowing it might very well be in vain. "I'm ready Cheryl, I trust you." She spoke while clutching the female knights hand in her own as they hurried down the hallway. Her bag she slipped onto her back while they were going down the halls, she had to block the cry's of death echoing down after them.
 
As Anna took to Cheryl's hand, her inner instinct practically took control. With an abrupt tug she took the princess from her chambers, dashing with her in fold down the hallway. They were quick, she thought as already she could hear the clashing of blade and cleaving of tissue. Perhaps Cheryl would of questioned her morality in the decisions she made earlier; however too late it would be to ponder them now. The actions would of been put to motion with or without her. All she worried for now was the safety of the heir.

"There she is!" A howl of alert from a man clad in steel. Cheryl and Anna had been spotted by a group of prowling soldiers, a trio lingering at the intersection of the hall. However Cheryl seemed to refuse at letting up, merely letting go of Anna's hand as her charge came to the men. One jolted fourth, blade raised in an archaic, barbarian motion. Her own tempered steel had momentarily glazed the wooden floor with drag, until her body came to swipe the lengthy broadsword against the man, throwing her into a risky yet powerful spin.

Crimson fluid splattered against her toned features as he fell to the ground, grasping his chest desperation. The others felt the same fate within seconds, landing to the ground with a wet thud.

"Over here!" Cheryl called, directing her eastward from the intersection of halls. She really wished she hadn't needed to spill blood in Anna's presence, but with necessity came lack of pleasantries.
 
Anna gulped at the blood, she wasn't scared, nor queasy, she trusted Cheryl, so when the knight called out to go east, she ran and continued running, knowing Cheryl would soon be next to her. Once the knight was within reach, she reached out to hold her hand feeling the strength coming from the other female, she felt so turned around in the castle right now. The ringing of steel was making her dizzy, she clutched onto the woman in steel next to her.
 
Luckily to Cheryl's wishes, Anna still moved with logical sense. There had been attempts on her life before, people attempting to hurt her. She never saw them however, as before a blade could be unsheathed, Cheryl's own was impaled through their hearts. Such a delicate flower she was, why would violence by the only way? Shaking thought, the steeled woman had ushered Anna into a nearby room.

"Nnnnn!"

A groan of pain, Cheryl's eyes widened with fresh tear as an arrow had pierced her steel, embedded into her shoulder. The culprit, a decent marksman down the hall. They were obviously angered with the demise of their comrades.

Slamming the door shut behind them, Cheryl grit her teeth with fresh pain coursing as she blocked the door, rushing to a nearby wall candle. They were in the store room now, a place for food and winery to be stored until usage. The secret however, a passage. As she yanked the glided gold, the stone of the nearby wall began to shift, revealing a passage none shorter then a doorway.

"Go!" Cheryl yelled, hearing the battering of weapons against the room's door. With Anna rushing down the cobblestone steps, Cheryl came after with the stone wall re-closing on it's on. When the men appeared, they would merely find a store room.
 
Anna was frightened now as Cheryl had an arrow in her shoulder, she could only hope it wasn't poisoned, but they would find out soon enough. She ran down the steps of the secret passages, until they came to the boat in the underground waterways, nearly ever castle had one. She climbed into the boat, grabbing the oar, she knew she would have to paddle for a while, it would only be them. She was very nervous, what if they knew where the secret entrance was and they were waiting just outside, as Cheryl came into her view she asked such a question.

"Cheryl! What will happen if they know where the secret entrance ends? What if.. what if they're waiting just outside!" She was scared now, an army had never come to here before, it had always been outside of the city. Her people were dying and she wanted to stay so badly and fight to protect what was hers. But she knew, no good would come of her death, and she wasn't good enough with a sword to protect herself, let alone her people.
 
The passage was simple enough. Cheryl and Anna had rehearsed such occasions like these often, as directed by the princess' father. This one held a special little memory. The last time they practiced, they had gotten to the boat and began oaring out. However due to a slight act of clumsiness, the princess had batted Cheryl with the oar, knocking her into the water. Laughter ensued, with Anna having such a concerned face, and Cheryl merely chuckling in turn, splashing.

But now was not the time. As she had reached the boat, she looked to Anna and her concerns. She was right to be nervous, however. "Anna, sweetheart, nobody knows of this exit but me, you, and your father. The masons and people who built this are long past dead. I'm sure your father will be long..."

She paused, biting her lip.

"He would never tell a soul."

With that, the steel clad woman took her place in the boat. As she reached for the oar, her shoulder sent fresh streams of crippling pain from her shoulder. "Goddamn arrows!" She spat between the creases of her pearly whites as she grabbed hold of the shaft, snapping it with a muffled groan.

Tossing it aside, she took the pain and untied the binding rope, releasing the boat from it's stall. Oar in hand, she paddled with Anna, the boat taking it's route on the gentle linear waterway.
 
Anna took a deep breath berating herself slightly, she knew all along Cheryl was right, she always was. She started to paddle the body as soon as the rope was untied, the were soon approaching the end of the tunnel, it had a flow in the water leading them most of the way down it. Soon enough they hit then end and she was blinded by the sun outside, she shielded her eyes, not having realized how her eyes had grown accustomed to the dark so quickly. She opened her eyes blinking quickly with a smile spreading across her face. "We made it out.." She says softly.
 
"Yeah, we did." Cheryl said, seeming to lack the smile Anna had to spare. It seemed more like a painful admission to Cheryl, as a hand begun undoing the straps of her blooded spaulder. The metal clank to the boat, as hesitant fingers prodded at the stream of blood that poured from her wound. Cringing, she balled a cloth from her satchel and placed it in her lap.

Indeed, the water way had left from man-made aqueducts to the opening of a mountain, one that bordered the side of a nearby forest. They were safely away from the events of the siege, for now. Cheryl had given a sigh of relief, she had smiled to Anna. "Keep oaring, keep your eyes to the forest and ignore me for a second. Try to find a good area to bring this ashore." A command more then a favor, Cheryl had turned to locate a few surgical tools in her pack.

Slapping her teeth on a hardened rolled cloth, she narrowed a pair of miniature pliers to her shoulder. With enough pain to force a steady stream of tears and a muffled groan of arching agony, she had yanked the steel arrowhead from her shoulder, tossing it aside with a spit of the cloth to the floor; exhaling quite heavily.
 
Anna ignored her knight as she was working on her shoulder, her painful agony made the princess cringe while she continued to oar while searching the forest instead of behind her. Soon enough it heard the metal cling off metal, she knew the arrowhead had come out she also sighed in relief. She noticed a spot ahead of her that was open, a natural landing, she pointed ahead of them at it. "Like that Cheryl?" She questioned while making her way over to the shore slightly.

It was slow process making her way there, luckily they made it to the shore though, she looked around as she got off and pulled the raft ashore before smiling at Cheryl brightly. She turned around looking around at the tree's, before nodding her head. "We walk from here?" She questions, knowing they would be.
 
Cheryl gave a weak nod, wrapping the fabric about her wound. It will string still, but at least it will heal without a shard of metal lodged in it. The bodyguard continued her oaring with Anna as they eventually lodged the tip of their measly little boat against the shore. Cheryl had taken a few steps off to the side from Anna; a quick surveillance. Well, they had planted themselves in the depths of the nearby forest, and it seemed the enemy army was still clueless. Thankfully. Though some payback would come.

"There is a nearby village ahead. I know the inn keeper. We should be able to stay until your uncle arrives." Cheryl looked to Anna, smiling. "We'll be safe."

The knight gave a roll of his wounded shoulder, starting down the path alongside Anna.
 
Anna followed after Cheryl, after hearing about staying in the Inn tonight she smiled widely. "An Inn? I've never been in one before! Also.. after my uncle comes will you still be with me Cheryl? I wouldn't feel safe around anyone unless your with me..." She says softly while reaching out to touch the female knights arm tenderly. "I don't want to be separated from you.... you always save my life..." Anna kept walking along while looking at the ground, her emotions welled up, realizing she would probably never see her Mother or Father again. "Cheryl... Mother and Father are dead... aren't they?" She asked softly.

No matter what the other woman would say, she knew it was more then likely the truth, she would never see her parents again. Sure they had rough times but what family didn't? And not to mention being a ruling family was even more difficult, its strained everyone in her family, it was why her mother had miscarried what would have been a young sibling years ago. It still hurt them all, her father blamed himself for the cause, even though it truly wasn't his. It was also his reason for locking her away from men, he didn't want her grown up. She knew that much. But she knew he was gone now, she would have to grow up.
 
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