Forgotten Warrior...Princess
A professional hitman once said that the ignorant make easy targets...
Whoever he was, it's clear that he wasn't from my neighbourhood.
Who am I? The person you most likely don't know, or rather, don't want to know. The dweebish kid that sits in the last row
of the classroom and has the uncanny ability to blend in with the back wall. The kid that always gets picked last whether it's cricket, soccer, or rugby (although I can't blame them, I suck at sports)
the type of kid every school has...although they probably don't even know it.
It all started on an ordinary Monday afternoon during the last period, which fortunately happened to be Math. See, although I might look like your average, sixteen-year-old geek (thick glasses included) I hate Math. I yawned and placed my cheek against the cool wood of my desk, staring stonily ahead as the teacher droned on and on about finding the value of X. Lack of sleep had begun to take it's toll. I had been awake from 2 am last night watching Xena: Warrior Princess. Our local T.V. channel had only gotten broadcasting rights for it at the beginning of the year, but wasted it by putting the show in a time slot that no one cared about. Nobody but me. I stumbled upon it while channel-surfing late on a Saturday night (or was it early on a Sunday morning?) and never missed an episode since. After checking out their website, it was then that I realised how huge their fan base was. But that was internationally. Locally, I think I might be the only person who's heard of the Warrior Princess, let alone a fan of hers.
Trying desperately to stay awake, and barely stifling another yawn, it was then that I noticed how quiet the class was. It had had it's silent moments before, but this was as if someone hit the 'mute' button. Looking up, my heavily-lidded eyes flew open, my jaw snapped shut mid-yawn, and every nerve in my body ignited. The entire class (mainly the boys) were all sitting bolt-upright with eyes the size of dinner plates and their mouths hanging open. The teacher merely frowned at this strange behaviour and forced a smile at the unknown person who had approached her."Uh..hello, can I um..help you?" She stared the woman before her up and down as she said this.
It was woman with an athletic build, dressed completely in leather and metal armour. A sword hung from her waist, along with, to the average person, what would appear to be a bladed wheel or frisbee. She had tanned skin with icy blue eyes and flowing black hair. She raised an eyebrow questioningly.
Unlike every other boy around me, I was gaping at her for a different reason. I knew her. I knew everything about her, from her name and hometown, to what the frisbee-thing hanging from her belt was called. But she was different- the weapons she carried looked real and extremely deadly, and her shocking blue eyes appeared completely natural, they didn't 'jump out' like colour-contacts usually did.
She was Xena. The REAL Xena...