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Chapter One: Ambush

3rd POV

The carriage vibrated and shook at every bump and at the uneven floor of the earth. Krea, a young girl with caramel colored locks and gray eyes that shine so strangely, it looks as if her orbs have been embedded with silver, sat in the speeding carriage, which held two other men inside and two more driving the entire thing. Her usual peach colored skin was married with cuts, scrapes, and bruises, and of you look deeply enough, you could see past the emotionless look she held in her eyes, was that she was genuinely tired. Krea felt as if she could past out any moment now, but she forced the sliver of energy she still held to keep her going. For not her sake, but also for the men she was with, who so far have protected her and cared for her. They have forced her to eat when she refused, and mostly they have forced her to keep living when all her hope was now lost.

And somewhere, deep inside, Krea knew she needed to keep moving on, but the bad part of conscious was telling her that she didn't have to; like she actually ever listened to her bad side of her conscious, note the sarcasm.

Now, the tired girl stared out the window, not only taking in the scenery given to her, but also checking the woods, feeling her paranoia set in. She then convinced herself that she was fine, and far away from the chaos and the bloodshed she witnessed only a couple days ago, which didn't make her feel any better; it only took her paranoia away.

A slight chill settled over her arms, and she subconsciously crossed her arms, slightly rubbing at her pain-sore limbs. She felt martial slide over her shoulders, and glanced up to see one of the men who sat next to her slide his knight's cloak over her. She looked up at him, and sent him a small, forced smile, which he couldn't tell if it was forced or not. They've never seen her real smile; a genuine one. No one has ever seen her eyes light up with excitement or happiness; Krea was just stoic, all the time.

"I'm fine," Krea said, starting the move the yellow and gray cloak off of her, and handing back to the knight, but he merely smiled at her, grabbing her wrists softly and pushing the cloak back to the caramel blonde.

"No arguing; it's not going to work," the man said back, this time wrapping it fully around her battered shoulders, and clipping it together. Krea briefly glanced at the small symbol it held, which marked the kingdom they belong; her home, Tampia. Inwardly, she smiled faintly and looked back up at the knight next to her, nodding her thanks before she secluded herself once more; finding solace in the quietness it brought, and the peace it held; which made her mind turn back home, to the kingdom in ruins and misery.

Almost as if time stopped, the carriage jerked to a violent halt, causing the people inside to tumble over. The men were the first to recover, standing up almost immediately, while Krea tried to command her body to move, but the pain she still felt made her move and sloth speed. The girl finally was able to move her arms to push up her upper body, which was quite the achievement, before the entire carriage was pushed over; the shouts and the grunts of pain sounding out loudly, and the sound of metal hitting metal overpowering everything.

Krea's limp body slammed against the window side of the carriage, the glass breaking easily, and the tiny shards burying themselves under her already beaten skin. Blood started to ooze out of her older cuts and where the shards had hit her, one of them being dangerously close to the important veins of her wrist. The silver eyed girl barely registered the voices outside, and the screams of resounding death, however, her mind was barely there enough for her body to cooperate her commands of strength.

She could hear voices outside, but couldn't manage to grasp onto the words. "Where's the girl," one voice asked.

"Not sure, maybe they that other carriage we saw earlier had here in it, but she could also be inside," another answered.

"She could be inside," a different voice offered.

"If she is, that girl is dead. C'mon, let's go see the other carriage, if she's not there, then she's dead, and that's what we'll tell the mistress," the first one finished, which was followed by words of agreement from the others. Their footsteps echoed away, as well as the sounds of the plants crushing beneath their footsteps.

Krea gulped, taking in a shaky breath before she gulped down some of her salvia. She twitched her hands to move, but when she placed her shaky palms against the wood, and pushed only a little, a cry of pain escaped from her throat. Tears escaped her eyelid unwillingly, and she looked down at her hip, finding a large piece of glass emerged into her hip around. She moved her hand slowly, and lightly touched the area around her wound, finding that blood was seeping out of it, and had caused a blood pool from underneath the black dress she wore.

The caramel blonde felt a small leap on panic in her heart, noting the fact that she was starting to lose too much blood. Then, the shadows crept up at the corners of her eye lids, and Krea blacked out.

To be continued…