I cannot take full credit for this, this is a fiction nased on the RP between myself and my very good friend who usuallygoes by the name Cobra_Roll. He shares halfhe credit ^^

Book 1: Mutiny

Chapter 1: Encounters

The sound of hooves clattered against the castle drawbridge. The fugitive's breath rattled in the cold air, their knuckles white as they grasped onto the horses reigns for dear life in the gallop. Their ragged cloak swaying and snagging in the wind as with their free hand they wrapped it across their body to keep warm.

Moments after they had escaped the castle, the thunder of more hooves was heard pursuing the chase, "Do not allow the cretin to escape!" the captain's voice echoed down wind, so the escapee heard his words,

"The crown shall have his head for a trophy!" the knights jeered in response to his shouts and the cracks of reigns sounded, spurring the chase onwards.

The rider kept going forwards, being forced into the cold clutches of the Shrouded Forest that rose up in front of them. The long twisted branches of the trees snared around them in a merciless grip. The hunt forcing them deeper and deeper within…

Bitter from hearing the shouts, the escapee growled to themselves, "the crown IS mine…" there was a restrained anger in the thief's voice, having to keep quiet. The reigns cracked commanding the horse to a stop as the forest became too dense even for horseback. Muttering again under his breath the rider jumped down and made a dash for it through the thick ferns in a bid for their freedom.

The party had just caught up to find nothing but an abandoned horse without a rider. Nobody could be seen, except the snapped twigs and makeshift path were the fugitive had forced themselves to run.

"Find the thief! See to it they are bought before me. I care not if dead or alive just find them!" shouting it more as a warning to the thief, knowing they couldn't of gotten far.

The thief was already making their way now on foot, the supposed 'stolen goods' strapped to a bag on their thigh. "this is ridiculous... you would of thought Father would of employed decent knights..." He sighed as he waded his way through a small boggy area. Underneath the hood, he wrinkled his nose as the stench of stagnant water lingered in the air. "this is ridiculous…" he repeated, pulling themselves behind a bush and out of the water.

The guards were searching on foot too, following the path and gathering the small snags of cloaks they could see on braches. It eventually lead them towards the bog where the thief was unable to be seen. Looking to one another they shook their head, giving up the pursuit and returned back to their captain. "There won't be any time to continue this search tonight. Surround the entrance to the forest. See to it the thief cannot escape! Starve them out!"

The thief lifted their head, his heart racing as he heard the barking orders of the commander and sighed, "well thats just great.." Pulling themselves up they began to climb up the nearest tree. From this height they could catch a view of the guards as they worked. Those chasing had set up a small camp in the distance. The leaves and the evening sky providing perfect light and cover to hide. The thief slowly watched as the guards began to move out… leaving nothing but silence and only the beating of their own heart against their ribcage… His breath rattled, emitting small silvery wisps of cold breath into the night air, still amazed at being able to escape.

There was nothing to do but sit still now and sit back against the branch of the tree and head rested against the bark. In the distance the sounds of the guards making camp was heard. The sweet smoky scent hung in the air as campfires were lit. The thief's stomach gave a rumble, and then a groan in hunger."urgh not now…" he complained and wrapped his arms across his stomach.

Much to their surprise, the branch that was being sat on gave a loud creak! Turning suddenly, their instincts jumping to the conclusion that a guard had found them. Instead they saw nothing, just the darkness of the night and the outline of the other trees. They frowned confused, and leant back again. A sharp whiplash across their back suddenly came and they were knocked plummeting to the ground with a loud cry. Their hood and cape falling away, revealing… a female face. She lay on her front, her eyes closed tightly and her head against the ground. Long auburn locks fell across her pale skinned face. She gave a disorientated mumble, the strike across her back still lingering with a stinging pain.

"It is a grave error to stray into another's known territory" a foreboding voice spoke from up above.

The assailant jumped down from the tree and stood in front of her. His face hidden by large black hood in a long black robe which hung down the length of his body. From within the shadows of the hood, his eyes were narrowed transfixed on the confused girl. His arm to the side, grasping tightly in his hand a weapon. An outline of a long and thick whip was silhouetted in the darkness. He spoke, drawing his arm back ready to strike again…

"State your Title and what business you have in my Domain".