A/N: This all happens between Series 4 and 5 just so it doesn't get too confusing.
I, Jasmine Wolstenholme, Princess of Friardor, was currently standing in a rotting house that one would definitely not find someone of my ranking in. In fact you would not find a princess living in such a place, but that's exactly what I was doing. With my own free will I had chosen to live in a house fit for peasants and farmers with my two trusted knights, Franklin and Colin.
"Are you sure you don't want to go back, my lady?" I turned to look at my comrades standing behind me and examined their faces for any tell tale signs of hesitation. "I told you, you didn't have to come with me. You might lose your positions as the knights of the King." I said when I noticed a subtle hint of worry on their faces.
Franklin and Colin had come along with me on this act of rebellion against my father. I wanted my father to understand the pain of losing a child, the same pain that he caused his people every time he took a life. "My lady? Lady Jasmine?" Franklin repeated to grasp my attention as he cautiously walked closer. "My lady, it's almost been a month since we'd left the castle, I'm sure your father has repented for what he has done."
"No!" I growled, "We are not leaving this place! Being with those who are unfortunate brings me more comfort than sleeping on a comfortable bed." The two knights sighed, knowing full well that they could not counter my wishes and went back to polishing their armour.
The Kingdom of Camelot was where we took refuge after riding for three whole days on horseback from my Kingdom of Friardor. I wanted a place far from Friardor, a place where my father could not find me. We were living amongst the peasants and farmers of Camelot, a place where no-one knew who I was. We had managed to lay low and blend in with the lower class citizens, offering to help tend their crops and farms, something that I was no stranger to. Back in my Kingdom of Friardor, often I would assist the lower class with their daily routines. Franklin and Colin deemed the area safe enough to allow me to be out on my own so they remained in the house for most of the days.
Knock, knock. I heard beating against the worn out wooden door, "Jasmine! The new crops have been harvested. Get what you can before they go off to the inner part of the Kingdom." The voice on the other side informed me.
I placed the cup that was resting lightly against my palms onto the table and pushed out the chair before heading out the door. Franklin and Colin were used to me leaving without so much as a word to them. With the cart filled with freshly harvested vegetables I began to transfer the fresh produce into my bag when suddenly the sky turned an ominous dark shade and an ear splitting scream resonated through my ear drums. In the distance I could see the townspeople running towards me, towards their homes. I stood there in shock and wondered what was going on? Suddenly, a goblin of some sort swooped over the citizens. "Frank! Colin!" I beckoned for my trusted knights as I continued to look at the creature, "Come quickly! Bring my sword!"
With haste they were standing by my side as Franklin handed me my sword and Colin stood tall, ready for battle. The Goblin-like creature was fast, I couldn't keep up with it. Using all his might, Franklin swung his sword which thankfully the sharp blade had managed to slice across the creature's arm, leaving a a deep gash which immediately began to ooze out what looked to be purple blood. The creature howled in pain and began extending and retracting it's wings in a violent manner. It's eyes turned a blood shot red as it began to seethe in rage over the wound. I knew at that moment we had angered the beast to an epic proportion and for the first time in my life I was not sure if we could defeat this evil creature.
With blinding fast speed it swung it's large fist towards me but luckily Colin had tackled me onto the ground and away from the creature's furious fist. We laid on the ground, our breaths laboured as we tried to scramble away from the goblin. Colin stood on his feet and swung his sword low but narrowly missed the goblin's legs, leaving him wide open for an attack. Right before my eyes I watched as Colin was sent flying back by the giant fist. Fearing for his safety I forced my body to a standing position, "Don't you dare!" I warned in a commanding voice. It seemed to have caught the goblin's attention because as soon as the words left my mouth it turned it's ugly face towards me. I took a deep breath and slightly bent my knees as my body fell into a fighting position with my sword firmly clasped between my two hands and my body facing the goblin's on an angle. I focused my gaze and attention solely on the creature and readied myself for what was to come next.
With a loud battle cry I began running towards the creature and pulled back my sword for a powerful swing but before it could even make contact, I saw the creature's fist head straight towards my face. My eyes widened in horror realising that I had no time to react and this would most likely be the death of me. That's when I felt it. It felt like a large boulder was being thrown against my face, crushing every delicate bone there. The pain was unbearable. I could feel blood dripping down my face, no, it wasn't dripping, more like pouring out. There was an intense, unbearable throbbing sensation all around that I could feel but could not alleviate. Suddenly the world began to spin and I no longer had control over my limbs. I swayed unsteadily before falling to the ground rather ungracefully and all I could feel was an unknown weight on top of me.
Before I could lose consciousness I heard a voice yell out over the sounds of battle, "SIR LEON! A YOUNG WOMAN HAS FALLEN."
That was the last thing I heard before I fell into a deep, black abyss of unconsciousness.
A/N: Just want to say a massive thank-you to my friend for helping me out with editing this story.