Carolyn Eckrich
A/n: This is my first fanfic allthough I have been reading it for years I never brought myself up to write it, Thank you!
Disclamer: everything you reconize from the Tamora Piece books are hers everything else is mine.
Chapter One: The Watchers
A young woman about the age of 17 riding hard on an abnormally tall gray mare sped thought the woods. Her blond shoulder length hair tied up in a low pony tail. She had sensitive hazel eyes outlined perfectly with blond eye brows. Her lips lacked exact lines but they suited her just fine. With her pale skin, her small nose and cheeks were speckled lightly with freckles. Even though she was a girl she was wearing men's clothing, cotton pale brown breeches a white shirt with a green tunic on top. She was tall for her age, about five foot eleven to be exact she was skinny too, even thought she should have shown more muscle she was part of the Watchers.
The Watchers were a select group of commoners trained to be a knight but never actually knighted because only a noble could be a knight, but they were not ground soldiers. They were spies in a way, traveling all over the realm finding trouble and notifying the king or fixing it by themselves. The king choose commoners for stealth, knowing no one would pay attention to commoners but if a noble was involved everyone would end up knowing. Surprisingly the king even took girls. So Carolyn Eckrich upon being asked immediately signed up.
Carolyn cringed as she started to hear the terrible sounds out in the distance, sounds that no matter how many times she heard them she shuddered. Battle cries, death shrieks, screams of pain, and victory even from the horses. The grinding of meddle screeching across armor, swords hitting swords. The sounds of a battle to come. She raced on, as the sounds growing louder. Soon she started to smell the all too familiar smell, of blood and death. She could just see through the trees a light getting closer, she readied herself making sure her spear was in hand and her sword was draped across her hip. Ducking for a branch she sprang right though the light into a clearing, into the chaos of battle.
Drawing her spear up, she drove it though an enemy surveying the area. She too scanned the scene but only for a second. It was a fairly large bandit camp, and they put up a pretty good fight, for bandits at least. The clearing was large too. From the looks of it each side was evenly matched, each side taking its share of gains and losses, but isn't that what a battle is? A tall muscular man charged stupidly at her, his sword in both hands raised high above his head.
"Pathetic." She muttered under her breath as she drove her spear through his heart. She tugged on her spear trying to free it. Two men started to charge at her both had swords and looked like much better fighters than the man that her spear was caught in. Pulling out her sword she ditched the spear and blocked on mans blow. Suddenly she was pulled off her horse, cursing as she remembered the seconded man she rolled on the ground and jumped back up. She blocked on mans blow then tried to stab another, only to be blocked. They both came at her at once blocking the one that could have been deadly she felt the other one rake her skin cutting deeply into her side. The man that she blocked suddenly fell dead showing a throwing dagger in the back of his throat. Quickly stabbing the man that hurt her, Carolyn looked up. By the time she got there the battle was almost over now the Tortallians were taking prisoners. Mounting her horse Naomi, she saw a bandit bolting for the woods trying to escape. Tugging on the reins she ran over to him.
"You better not move or your death will be the most painful one I can think of." She threatened while pressing her sword to his throat. In the corner of her eye see saw another watcher, a friend of hers actually was running up to help.
"I'll take care of him; just make sure you talk to me before we leave. You better get that looked at." She said nodding to the cut on Carolyn's side. Directing her attention to the bandit "You behave, what ever threat she said goes for me to." Pressing a dagger to his throat she purposely pressed it just enough to draw a little blood. "Move!" winking at Carolyn she walked the man to where they were rounding up the bandits lucky enough to survive.
Her name was Sage, she never knew her parents or her family the only life she ever remembers was one of a thief. She was one of the best but Sage captured at the age of 14 claimed that a new person to the streets fell asleep on the job. After she was trialed they gave her a choice, the cages or to be part of the watchers. She refused to betray her fellow gang members by helping stop them. Somehow she ended up here; no one really knows what changed her mind or whether it was forced it just happened. Now she was 19 years old, short wavy brown hair, big brown eyes that seemed to go on forever, medium sized nose, white skin color with a little bit of sun, and perfect lips. Out of 54 people that started out the program, 37 finished 4 of those 37 people were girls; Sage was Carolyn's best friend.
Thinking about what Sage said Carolyn looked down at the cut on her side, it didn't look good, turning her head up she say the healers tent being put up. Gently pushing Naomi on she headed for it, blood loss dizziness started to kick in. It seemed like forever till she reached the tent, someone helped her get off Naomi and she collapsed by what she hoped to be a healers spell.
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