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(BLOSSOM POV)
My group of freedom fighters was small; smaller than any of the others. We only had four people (including me). As I said before, I was the only Northerner. There was one Easterner (Ashton), and two Westerners (Alia, and Adrian) who were actually twin sisters. Alia and Adrian were only fourteen, the youngest in the group. Ashton was right behind me, at age fifteen. I was sixteen, just barely a woman.
Alia and Adrian were skilled with two completely different things; Alia was good with plants, Adrian was good with the weather. Alia could make a plant do anything she wanted, whether it was to grow large, or attack an enemy. Adrian could change to weather to her command, but if she was extremely emotional it would change accidentally. If she got upset, it would rain. There mother was a witch, and their father was a wood nymph. That's how they got powers…most people didn't have abilities as theirs. Their powers weren't extremely special, at least not as special as some people wanted. That's why they were in my group of fighters…
Ashton wasn't skilled with a power, but he was very strong, and could fight with any weapon. In my eyes, that was an ability (but the 'top notch' people thought differently).
I however had many powers, because it's in my blood line. Everyone who was royal had powers from genetics. I was strong (especially for a woman), I could hear extremely well, and I had ice powers. My sisters had the same powers, (and many more)….along with their own unique ones. I remember quite well, that Bubbles had a specialty in healing any injury known to man (some better than others). Buttercup…well we told her she was a late bloomer. She didn't seem to have a unique one…
"Blossom!" Alia said running to me. "Another group of fighters have come! What is your order?"
I smiled, "Greet them of course!"
She smiled, then bowed slightly, "Yes my lady."
I fixed my waist length red hair into a messy bun. I remembered when it reached my ankles…I had cut it when we started fighting (it became a hassle in battle). There was too much of it to fix into a bun or something, unless I had hours to do it…which I did not.
I smoothed out my long pink dress, of which had a few cuts and shredded parts on it. It was opened right where my breasts were, but a white piece of fabric hid them in a fashionable manner.
I went outside, out of my tent.
A larger group with what looked like fifteen fighters came into our campsite, with Alia leading them.
Their leader (which was a Northern boy) came forward, and bowed low, "Greetings young maiden."
He kissed my hand softly, and then smiled kindly at me. He had dark brown hair, and extremely dark brown eyes. He looked around seventeen or eighteen years old…
"Likewise good sir," I said smiling. "What brings you to these yonder parts of the woods?"
He smiled, "My group and I have been traveling quickly, to find a group of Southerners. We seem to have come across you, which I hope you do not mind."
I shook my head, "I do not. You are welcome to stay here the night if you like, though I must warn you…"
He waited for me to tell him the warning.
"Alia and Adrian like to…prank people in their resting times," I said glancing at the twins, who rolled their eyes. "So be cautious at all times…"
The man laughed, "I shall just have to learn to rest with my eyes open then, shan't I be pranked."
I smiled, "Well…set up your tents, we shall help if you like…"
He shook his head, "Tis' no need for three young maidens such for yourselves to labor with our belongings…"
"Does that mean that I must help?" Ashton asked coming forward.
"Yes," I said before turning back to the man. "It really is no burden, I insist on helping you set up your assets…"
He smiled, shaking his head, "Well if you insist then I must respect your offer…though I do not wish for you to."
I stood up straight and tall, "I do not normally do as men please, I do which is needed. So therefore, with that being said, I do what I wish to do."
He smirked, "You are a rather independent little dame aren't you?"
I smiled slightly, "Does it offend you?"
"Not in the slightest," he said.
"How long shall though be staying?" I asked, while everyone behind him started unpacking their things, and setting up tents.
"I believe I shall stay the night, and then head out at dawn," he said. "I do wish to thank you for your hospitality."
I smiled, "You needn't thank me, I know you would do likewise."
He smiled.
(BTW, NO she does not like him. I just assume that men treated women with loads of respect back then…so yeah).
(BRICK POV)
"ATTENTION!" I yelled at the soldiers that stood in a long line (there were at least thirty soldiers, whom I did not bother myself with their names). "YOUR MISSION IS TO TAKE OUT THOSE FREEDOM FIGHTERS, AT ALL COSTS! UNDERSTOOD?"
Every man there put their hand up in a salute, "YES SIR!"
I nodded, "PRINCE BUTCH IS IN CHARGE OF FIGHTING, BUILDING STRENGTH, TRAINING, AND ANYTHING LIKE THAT! UNDERSTOOD?"
"YES SIR!"
"PRINCE BOOMER IS CHARGE OF ANY INJURIES OF ANY KIND, MIND YOU THAT THEY BETTER BE REAL INJURIES!" I yelled. "IF ANYONE FAKES AN INJURY, THEY SHALL BE PUNISHED! UNDERSTOOD?"
"YES SIR!"
"ALRIGHT! NOW MOVE OUT!" I yelled, and everyone took off behind me and my brothers.
We all set out to search for the Freedom Fighters. I didn't actually think we would find any in the first day…
I was wrong.
(oooooh….lol. Sorry, ruining the suspense).
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(BUBBLES POV)
It had been a few years since I'd seen them, and I missed them deeply.
I ran around undercover for years, healing anyone that was hurt; even if they were Southerners. I believe that most Southern men themselves are not bad, it is only their government that was bad. Although, some Southern men were parasites…
But that goes for everyone. Even a few Northern men were parasites, just not the majority of them.
My blond hair was now kept up in one ponytail; my hair reaching just below my shoulders.
I was wearing a baby blue dress, which flowed in the wind due to very thin blue fabric that was sewed onto it. I had a dark blue cloak that was tied around my neck, just in case it rained.
I was walking out through the forest of peach trees, picking a few for later meals. I was humming quietly while doing so…smiling all the while. Thankfully, I had obtained a basket in payment of my good deeds from a nice old lady. She said she wouldn't live with herself if she didn't give me something in return, so I had to take her gift…lest she have a heart attack.
Then I froze when I heard a cry of pain.
I turned to my left, where the sound came from, and walked that way.
When I got there, my eyes went wide. There was a group of what looked like Southerners, with at least thirty men. A red hair young man, who looked about seventeen, was scolding another man who had blond hair…and was clutching his shoulder in pain.
"I can NOT believe you would be that stupid Boomer!" I heard him say (thank you super hearing). "You can't expect to slow down because of a stupid arm! We have to get going you coward!"
I walked forwards to the group, hoping they would not harm me.
When I got there, the red haired boy looked at me, "Can I help you?"
I shook my head, "No, but I may be able to lend a hand with him…"
I motioned towards the blond haired boy, whom I presumed was Boomer…
I leaned down next to him, setting my basket aside, and tried to see what was wrong with his shoulder.
I tried to pry his fingers away, but each time I tried he growled at me in pain.
I looked at him, "I must ask you to please remove your hand, I can not see what is wrong if you don't."
He opened his eyes (they were a dark…wonderful, navy blue), and glared at me…before actually seeing me. His eyes went wide, and slowly his hand moved.
I looked and saw he must have scraped it on something, "I can fix that easily."
"You have healing powers too?" he asked in a smooth voice.
I looked at him, while placing my hand on his cut, "You heal? If you can heal, why not heal yourself?"
He shook his head, "I can not. I can only heal others injuries."
I nodded, "Likewise."
My hand glowed a light blue, and healed the cut easily, "There. That wasn't so bad, was it?"
He smirked, "I suppose not, especially since it was done by such a beautiful young lady such as yourself."
I blushed madly, "Oh hush it now… I see you men must be heading somewhere, so I must be on my way."
I stood up, brushing the leaves off of my dress.
The boy handed me my basket, "Here you go."
"Thank you," I said smiling.
He kissed my hand when I reached out for the basket, making me blush more.
"No, thank you," he said.
"Come on Boomer," the red haired boy asked rolling his eyes. "You can presume your bantering elsewhere…"
The blond boy narrowed his eyes, "I do not wish to banter with anyone else."
Then a raven haired boy came out, "Then capture her, and force her to marry you."
I gasped in shock at his proposition, and the blond boy growled.
"I was only joking," the raven haired boy said grinning. "Come on, we must set off…"
Boomer shook his head, and looked at me, "Apologies madam…my brother is a bit immature."
I smiled, "No need for an apology."
He smiled, "I wish to see you again…"
"With luck, maybe," I said. "I must continue on, helping others. If you come across my path again, perhaps we may…continue bantering…"
I smiled and kissed his cheek, earning a blush in return, then started walking away.
I turned around and waved, "Good bye!"
"Good bye," he said waving.
(BUTTERCUP POV)
I saw the group of Southerners start walking towards a campsite of what looked like fighters. I had an eye as sharp as a hawk, so I could see long distances.
Then the stopped abruptly, making me frown.
I did this every single day. I searched for Southerners, and if they made a wrong move…I would attack single handedly. I had only a bow and some arrows, which suited me well. I discovered a few years back, that my unique power was the skill to do anything with arrows.
My black hair was once short, but now it reached the middle of my back in a black, wavy mess. I had a few strands of it pulled back to keep the rest of my hair out of my face, NOT to be pretty. I wore a long forest green dress, that had fancy designs all over it (I would wear any dress that was green. Besides, the only dresses the store had other than this were pink…).
I lowered my bow and arrow, seeing as no harm had been done just yet. I would keep my eyes on them however…
I know, I was pretty dang short with Buttercup. But we aren't exactly to her yet…lol. :) And yes, the group of Southerners she saw were the Ruffs and their team. Oh, and btw, DO YOU KNOW HOW FUN IT IS TO MAKE CHARACTERS SPEAK OLD LIKE THAT? It's hard though…especially when you don't exactly know what they would say. Lol. REVIEW!
