"Samantha!"

Samantha, or Sam, moaned as she tried to sit up in bed after a hard night of sleep. She rubbed her hands around her eyes, trying to wake herself up, but haveing no luck doing so and simply collapsing back onto the bed and closing her eyes sleepily.

"Samantha!"

This time, the call of her name was louder and had a tone to it. Sam tried once again, but only collapsed once again and closed her eyes, placing a pillow over her head and trying to go back to sleep, for at least ten minutes. But, she knew in about ten seconds her mom would open the door and shake her repeatedly until Sam sat up in her bed and look at her mother with the same tired look she always gives her. Then, she heared the door open and footsteps from her mother emerged into the dark room. Her mother began to she her body until Sam shifted over to the other side of the bed and continued to try and sleep. Or at least try to sleep, where her mother shook her more viciously and started to repeat her name, louder and louder each time, until when Sam sat up straight in her bed and gave her mother the same tired look she always did.

"Finally, your awake." Her mother mumbled as she smiled at her daughter happily. "Please get dressed and come down stairs as soon as possible."

Sam blinked. "Then where to?"

"The dinning hall."

And with that, her mother left the room and left Sam to get up out of bed and get dressed. Surely enough, Sam stumbled from her bed and got her balance, then turned to her closet, where she opened up slowly, and tiredly, removing the plain, boring dress that she had to wear on Sundays, the same old baby blue dress that poofed out after it past her waist. As soon as she put on her dress she made her way to the mirror, to arrange her hair, which she just left down, after brushing it for about two minutes.

Sam left her room in no hurry, mostly because she did not want to spend time with her family, especially her father. But, she knew she always had to be by his side. Entering the dinning room, she looked around the room, seeing that at least everyone was talking to someone, she almost felt alone. But, she often didn't care if she felt alone at this time of her life. Sam was a fifteen year old teenage girl with raven black hair and mysterious violet eyes. She kept every little thing to herself and never really talked to anyone at the castle other then her one friend, who was often not there alot. But other then that, she kept to herself.

"Ah! Samantha!" Said a booming, loud voice in front of her, looking up, she looked at her father, or, if she needed to be royal, the king of Elgardina.

"Yes father?" She almost hissed as she looked at him, resisting the urge to walk away from him. Sam had a very rough past with her father, that only her and the king knew about, he had abused one to many times, just so she would do the right thing, he said it was for her own good, but she didn't believe him.

He looked down on her, seeing that she didn't paint yet another dress black yet. "Tonight we will meet a king from another country, I suppose that you wont mention anything about the rough times in our past, we are trying to make a treaty."

Sam thought about, the last time she messed up, it was another hard hit towards her face and she had to tell everyone she was accidentally hit in the face by a solider walking by her, (who was always so careful walking by her, always asking her if she needed anything) and if she lied, it was the whip. "Yes father."

"I'm glad to see that you understand." He said as he walked off, Sam turned around and looked at one of the soldier's walking by, he turned his head at her, then he nodded at her and walked off. Sam sighed loudly and walked off, but wasn't aloud out of the dinning room, because she hadn't eaten anything yet.


"And this is my one, and only daugther," The king of Elgardina paused, for the dramatic effect as Sam stood up slowly, bowing at the other king. "Samantha." Sam felt the king look at her, with his dark, long, deep stare, she didn't know whether he was the good guys or the bad guys. But she didn't say anything, knowing that if she did, she would be punished by her father. She sat down slowly and glanced at her mother who had a stern look on her face, which was often unusual for her.

It wasn't long until her father and the other king had finished their conversation and they had let everyone great each other. The other king looked at Sam for a full minute, observing her before talking to her calmly. "So Samantha," He said, slowly, as if she wasn't listening. "How old are you?"

Sam looked up at him. "Fifteen." She said, then blinked. "Why must you ask sir?"

"I'm just asking dear," He responded. "But, from the look in your eyes, something is up, and its driving me crazy."

"I have no idea what you are talking about sir," Sam responded, trying to use her best manners.

He raised a eyebrow. "You don't?" He frowned. "But you do, your father just won't let you tell me, don't get me wrong."

"Sir.. I.." Sam tried to reason him, but she got nowhere with that as he approached her dad madly. Sam gulped, she was so in it from her father later that night, and she didn't even say anything to that king either. She watched them talk, and after the other king was done talking, her father sent her a deathly glare her way, warning her, 'your in for it'.

Sam really wished he didn't talk to her now, but, he was the first person ever to read her throughout her eyes, which she almost found weired.


"Dad!" Sam gasped as she clenched her arm with a painful expression. "Please! I didn't say anything!"

"Did you?" He boomed, and with a flick of his wrist, the whip slammed so fast against her back, that it left a mark so deep on her back, that she had to colasp on the floor and struggle for air. "Is the only way you can learn?"

"This is the only way you teach me-" Sam just regretted those words, and another hard whack was pelted against her back and she again struggled for air. "Please," She pleased with mercy. "please, stop!"

"Stop what?" He hissed. "Your lesson?"

WHACK!

Sam let a tear escape her eyes as she managed to stand up and look at her father slowly, who had let go of the whip and was glaring at her madly, more angrier then ever before. "It hurts! Please! Stop!"

He wasn't exactly in the mood to stop, so he trusted his arm at her and punched her hardly. Sam knew, and he also knew, that was going to become a bruise.

She struggled to look up at him, and with the most pleading eyes she could give, she yelled at the top of her lungs. "Please!"

"Please what?" He asked picking her up with one hand. "Stop this? Stop this because you told the king about what happened a while ago?! We didn't make the treaty!"

Sam looked at her father tiredly. "I.. didn't say anything.." She mumbled. She was feeling weak, and she knew that there was more pain to come, even if she did tell the truth. "I'm telling the truth!"

"Lies!" He yelled as he dropped her and she landed on the ground limply. "Lies! All lies!"

"Dad!" She tried to reason him, once again. "I didn't do anything."

He gave her a mad look and whipped the whip at her one last time, then walked out of her room. Sam struggled for a breath of air as she looked around her room. She decided it was time.


Sam stood in the bathroom with a pair of siccors in her hand, it was late night and she could barely see herself in the reflection. She felt hurt and ill. She knew she had to stay Strong, or find something to make her strong, but whatever she thought, it wouldn't work out and she felt herself bringing the siccors closer to her hair as she knew her hands her opening up to be ready to cut her hair.

The long, flowing raven black hair.

And with a snip, part of the hair was gone, and it couldn't replace it now. So she continued to cut off the rest of it, but it wasn't going to be all gone, it was going to be at her shoulders other then nearly at her but like it was before. And as soon as she knew that the hair was cut off, she cut part of her bangs as well. Forcing herself to walkout of the bathroom she made her way into her bedroom and looked around the room. She couldn't dare leave the castle in the clothes she was wearing now, she had to wear something a little more... torn up and rugged looking.

She was lucky she actually had something like that as she put on the olden ragged clothes onto her body. She knew that she had to leave everything behind other then herself, but she wanted to stay and wait to leave until she didn't hurt so much, or wasn't so sick. For her escape plan, she made her way out onto the balcony,looking down, she knew it wasn't that far of a drop, so she ran back inside and tide up anything she could into a rope and tied one end to the rail of the balcony and the other end she threw it over the edge.

As soon as she was of the ground, she had to begin running as fast as she could, even though it hurt her so much and she could colasp any second, she still had to run. And so, for hours she ran, until she was slowing down, and she felt like she wasn't going to make it, she felt so ill, so tired, so hurt. Maybe just one second against this tree wont hurt...

But she though wrong, as soon as she rested against the tree, she felt her body ache more, and was feeling so sick that she couldn't see five feet in front of her. She felt her body slid down the tree and she landed on the ground quietly, and she couldn't help it as she felt so weak, that only closing her eyes for a couple seconds, made her pass out on the spot.


"Sir Danny!" The King of Konda yelled, hoping that the young warrior would enter the room at once, and like always, he did. The fifteen year old teenage boy with jet black hair and cold blue eyes walked into the room with his helmet off, he then bowed at the king.

"Yes sir?" He asked in a mannered tone.

The king stood up from his chair and walked up towards Sir Danny, and looked down upon him. "I have a mission for you lad."

Danny looked up at him with a confused look. "And what is it sir?"

The king turned around and looked at the wall before him. "Go out into the field and find anything that was left from the battle."

Danny nodded. "Yes sir." And with thus said, he stood up and made his way out of the trown room and looked past the gate that protected the castle from any intruders that were attacking. Danny silently put on his silver helmet and shouted at the gate keeper to open the gate, then left the castle grounds to go on duty.

Danny was not to fond of his duty he was given, but he knew if he didn't do what he was told, it was off with his head, and he did not want that to happen to him. Danny gazed at the field tiredly, he did not want to be out in a middle of the field at nearly midnight, mostly because he was so tired he could fall asleep on the spot.

But he prevented sleep from coming to him.

But instead, he walked around the whole entire field, in search of evidence, but found no luck other then a couple dead bodies that haven't been picked up yet. But, something did catch his eye, one tree, in the middle of the field. Must have not burned down during the fight, it might contain evadence.

Danny walked over to the tree, but the closer he got, he could see a figure resting among the tree. So, knowing that it could be the enemy he pulled out his sword that he was carrying with him and slowly and quietly approached the tree with ease. When he got to the tree, the figure was limp and weak, and, not even awake. The figure was a shape of a teenage female with raven black hair. Danny was shocked and placed his sword in it's sealth as he raced towards the unknown teenage female. When he was close enough to see what she truly looked like, she looked ill, and not just a normal kind ill, an serious kind of ill.

Danny hesitated, he thought for a minute. This could be a trap that the other country is leaving. But why in the world would they leave a teenage girl who is ill? Are they trying to kill her or something? Danny did notlike death, it bothered him and hurt him in the inside. Death came upon his parents when he was four years old, and he was left at the castle to live, and he was lucky that he wasn't made into a servant.

Danny looked back at the girl. But, she is so pretty, why would they leave her here?Danny blushed among himself, he just called the girl he didn't even know, pretty. But, she was pretty. Danny put the back of his hand against her forehead to see if she had a temperature or something. He pulled his hand back quickly afterwords. She was burning up.

Danny picked up the girl carefully and turned towards the direction of the castle where he had came from. "Its OK, I got you."