Chapter 2: The Fugitive

She jumped down from her horse and when her shoes touched the ground, it created a cloud of dust around her ankles. She removed her bag that was slung on her back and sat it by her pet wolf, Angel. She removed the contents of her bag: a wooden bowl, dried meat wrapped in a cloth and her animal skin water pouch, which she made herself.

She poured water into the bowl and once the bowl was halfway full, she sat it down in front of Angel's face. Angel's head was inside the bowl immediately. After half a minute, the contents of the bowl were gone, licked clean. She threw some dried meat at Angel and Angel caught them fast.

She raked her hands through her blonde hair and watched Angel sleep with her sky blue eyes. Angel's gray and white fur could not be seen by the girl, who called herself Tris or the Five Kingdom Bandit.

Tris was the second most wanted person in the Land of Roth. Shadow was number one and she did long to be number one, but she might have had to do what Shadow does in order to reach the top. Tris remembered her first crime. She stole animal skin from a trader in Dauntless. She smiled at the memory, remembering the man's face. It was a mix of anger, confusion and hatred, which were emotions that should not be mixed.

She got up and removed the blanket behind her saddle of her horse. Tris wrapped herself in the warm wool and started to drift asleep, until she heard a sound two miles away. She jumped up and stuffed everything she owned in her bag. The sound of horses running was growing louder now. She woke up Angel and swung herself up to the horse.

Tris moved the reigns and her horse darted deeper into the dark forest.

Her black horse blended in well with the night. She heard Angel's paws hit the leafy ground.

Angel was tired. She always watched Tris when she slept and barely rested. It did not matter for Angel, for she would risk anything for what Tris did to her. Angel growled and ran on, catching up with the horse her owner rode. Angel's ears were just as good as Tris's. She could hear metal armor rub against the skin of horses.

Tris kept telling her horse, Emma, to go faster. The horses she heard earlier were closer now. Possible one hundred feet apart from each other. Tris knew Emma was fast, but she felt like she was slowly losing a battle.

Lights from torches brightened the surroundings around Tris. She glanced back and saw that the royal police of Dauntless. She bit her lip and cursed under her breath. She whipped the reigns one more time and Emma was running like an arrow cutting through the air.

Speaking of arrows, a guard got his bow and arrow ready, pulled back and did it. The arrow whizzed through the air and it missed Tris, by a centimeter. She also got her bow and arrow ready and she was about the man that led the other fifteen or so men. Tris was not nervous. She had fought with more bigger men.

Then suddenly, Emma fell, sending Tris with her. Tris's things were scattered and she hurried to pick up everything. She ran with Angel, until she heard a man yelled, "Wait!"

She did not listen, but it was already late. Two guards held one piece of rope and started to encircle Tris. Tris tried to fight back, but it was useless. Everything she carried was on the dirt floor now.

Tris, the Five Kingdom Bandit, was finally caught by Dauntless police. She thought she could out run them, but she couldn't. Dauntless guards were natural fighters. They were the best in the Land of Roth, possibly in the world. If you wanted to have a war, Dauntless was always spammed with alliance proposals.

A man got off his horse and strode toward Tris. He held a sword in his hand. He wore a brown hood and he removed it when he was just inches away from Tris. Both of their eyes were in a gaze. But both parties broke it.

Tris thought the boy was beautiful.

The boy also thought the same thing about Tris.