Oh mi gosh! I'm so sorry for not updating! I was busy with school and life and stupid stuff like that! And I was bit reluctant to update because I was not aware I had gotten any reviews. I had thought no one liked it~ But I'm glad to see some did and was totes inspired to write more! So, here's the second chapter. Not much, kinda slow, but it will pick up soon. I see that I've got some suggestions as to who Tui should end up with, and I must admit they have swung my decision towards one person in particular... for now. Okay, enough of my rambling, on to chapter 2.


Tui felt awkward and misplaced in the Wei camp, she was having a hard time convincing herself this was her new life. Instead of large tents with the golden Yuan name on it, blue flags fluttered from the tops of the tents with the Wei symbol decorating them. Instead of the maize armor every soldier wore, she only saw shades of blue and black moving around. Back in the Yuan camp, she was revered, respected and she strutted about camp confidently, now she was ignored, untrusted and she slowly scuffled around, unsure of her place. The warrioress' dark brown eyes rolled over the camp and it's soldiers, observing her new comrades. The foot soldiers eyes her bitterly, obviously not liking having a previous enemy officer like her as their new ally, while the generals seemed to ignore her completely. Tui recognized some of the generals from the battlefield and from their names being tossed around camp, they all tended to their own and didn't bother with her, as if she wasn't even there. Xiahou Dun, Cao Cao's right hand man from what she learned, trailed behind her new lord as they entered Cao Cao's tent to discuss battle plans. Jia Xu, a man Tui seemed wary of, followed soon after, alongside a more built man she heard was named Xiahou Yuan. On the other side of camp, a very muscular warrior was being surrounded and praised by some lesser foot soldiers With a grin plastered on his face, this 'Dian Wei' as she heard one of the soldiers call him, seemed to soak in all the compliments without modesty. Then there was Zhang Liao, in seclusion by a deserted part of camp that was partly hidden by tents and had racks of a large variety of weapons. He danced around the area with his dual weapons, swinging at imaginary targets, occasionally grunting to release even more ferocity behind his attacks. Tui moved closer to get a better view and watched this talented warrior practice. Liao's footwork was astonishing, as Tui watched his feet scuffle around, she began to feel embarrassed of her own technique. His agility with attacks was admiring as well and Tui wanted to see how he'd fair in a real fight. Crossing her arms, Tui continued to silently praise his skills until he turned his head to face her. Quickly, Tui scuffed along as if she hadn't stopped in the first place. Savior or not, she wasn't sure what his true motives were for sparing her. He seemed to be the only one in the heartless army wanting her alive for now, it was best not to get anywhere near his bad side.

Now halfway across camp and away from the only Wei soldier she admired, Tui sat in the dirt far out of everyone's way and sighed. Her knees propped, her arms rested on them and her head dropped. At this point, she didn't feel much like a Wei soldier at all. With her battered, yellow armor, uncertainty and lack of weapon, she felt like a washed out warrior. From the top of her gaze, she could see feet pass her, none of the soldiers bothering her a glance and so when a pair of thin, stocking covered legs stopped in front of her, she curiously looked up. A familiar face looked down at her and a smile, very bewitching, graced the features of the new woman. Blinking, Tui had to be sure she was right in thinking who the woman was.

"Z-Zhen Ji," Tui stuttered, brown eyes widening as she stood. She wasn't expecting a fellow Yuan soldier to have been standing in front of her; she had believed she was never going to see any of her old allies again. Tui gazed over the blue attire her friend wore, taking in that she was obviously a new recruit much like herself, however, she didn't seem as misplaced as she herself did. Zhen Ji gave Fan another one of her witchly smiles and crossed her arms.

"Nahuan," Ji cooed, using her friend's stylename, "Look at you, you look awful." Ji's words shocked Fan at first, but she cracked a smile and laughed.

"That's the first thing you say to me?" Tui snarked, acting a bit offended, but her grin giving her away. "Sorry we all can't look as stunning as you. You seem to have gotten settled in quickly, where is my hospitality?" Though said in a joking manner, Tui was actually quite envious of how Ji was being treated as opposed to herself. Not only had she gotten some beautiful Wei attire already, but the air around her from the soldiers wasn't nearly as bitter than their attitude towards the tattered warrioress. Understanding her ally's point, Zhen closed her eyes and twirled a thin finger through her raven hair.

"When you are wed to their young Lord, you do get treated quite well." Tui's smile faltered and she raised a questioning brow. Though Ji saw this, she remained silent, letting her words soak into the head of her friend. When realization hit, Tui took a small step back in astonishment.

"Wed? To the Lord's son?" Zhen's chin rose in satisfaction and a bit of arrogance, fueling Fan's jealous fire that burned within her gut. "But when? Why?" She asked, stressing the last curiosity.

"Beauty can blind a man, truly." She cooed, soon resting a gloved hand on Tui's shoulder. "Now, I've had enough of my bragging, let us tend to you. Come." Ji ordered, squeezing her friend's shoulder and walking off towards a very large tent, expecting Tui to follow, which she did. "I'm sure there is some armor we can get you suited with, for now." That didn't sound too appealing... unfitted armor was one of the worst feelings; having stiff attire that chafed any and every part of your body. Tui made a face of displeasure and waited for the woman leading her to pipe back up and say she was joking...