I felt a painful nudge to my side forcing me to open my eyes only to find a knife inches from my face. My heart pounds while my breath caught in my throat.

I followed the arm up to look at the face of the man holding the dagger. He had blond wavy hair reaching down to his shoulders.

I slowly turned to my boyfriend ready to nudge him awake but suddenly another dagger was placed at my lovers throat. This time a man with short red hair held the weapon.

"Don't even think about it, or your pretty little boyfriend's gonna lose his head." The blond man said angrily. I turned back to him with a glare.

"Get out of the bed." He ordered.

I carefully start to pull away from my lover when I fell a tug at my waist.

"Where are you going?" Ike asks with a grunt. He didn't open his eye's. Obviously he was only half asleep.

I looked at Ike then back up at the blond man. The man made a gesture signaling that he wants me to make an excuse.

I turn back to Ike and gently start brushing his hair, knowing that it calms him down.

I want him to wake up. I want to scream 'help!' But the dagger at his throat convinced me other wise.

"I'm just going to the washroom thats all. I'll be back in a minute." I whisper gently then give him a tender kiss praying that it isn't our last. He weakly returns the kiss then drifts back into dream land.

I hold him a little longer, until I fell the blade of the dagger press against the back of my neck. I sadly pry myself away and get off the bed.

As I stand I realize there are about 8 people in the room, not including Ike and I.

Standing pant less in front of these men is awkward, but they seen unfazed. Part of me is thankful that I decided to put my shirt back on after Ike and I had our fun last night.

"Get your pants on and let's go." I helplessly star at Ike as I get dressed, the dagger never leaving my back

As the group of men force me out the window and to the carriage I pray that this isn't my last night to live.

I am so exited about this story. Not because I like this story better then the others but because I wrote this story, 6 chapters, 17 pages, IN ONE DAY! I'm so proud. But my teachers didn't like it when I was writing instead of doing school work.

My mom pointed out that Ike is a mercenary so you'd think he would have been more alert then that. That sounds weird. But hopefully you get it. My excuse, Marth tiered him out earlier that evening.