Hey guys I'm sorry this has taken a long fucking time for me to knock out this chapter. I want this one to be perfect and I'm trying to sort out a schedule for my writing because I usually just type when ever I feel up to it which is a very bad habit!
Helen's POV
Lot's of things go through ones mind when in the face of death. You think about everything you have done, and everything you haven't. Everything you did do, and everything you didn't. But the worst thing to think about, it how you could escape. When there is no hope, you begin to seek hope out. You think about taking your loved one and running away. Leave your country to parish and let your child grow up with a mother. Sadly you must stay. It's a matter bigger then honor, it's a matter of politics. If I don't fight and win then people will die in vain. So I stand up, clad in armor and grab my weapon: A long sword. I'm ready to die at the hands of the merciless Sadik.
The guards bow their heads as I approach the first gates. I feel like I'm floating beside myself. Fear is an understatement. I'm petrified on the inside, but stone faced on the out. Lost in thought I don't notice as the second gate crashes to a close behind me. Only one gate left. I feel like stopping but my legs are no longer listening. As the last gate opens Hercules enters my mind. It's early, he's still asleep. I had two guards stationed at his door so he couldn't see. No less then ten minuets ago had they reported that he had not woken yet. So here I stand watching the gates open. On the other side I see three young Turkish men standing by one horse. One of them is taller then the others and has a mask on. Sadik is waiting. Slipping on my helm I walk to the men and make the introductions.
"Ah Helen, So happy you could make it." The young man on the right says bowing his head slightly. I nod in return still holding my stone face.
"So I shall explain how this will happen. You will fight our warrior and he shall fight you. This will be a fight to the death. Who ever dies first loses and in the event of both dying, whoever has the last heart beat will win." The man on the left says. Both Sadik and I nod in agreement. I hold out my gloved hand for him to shake but he's already turned away to retrieve his weapon: A long sword. We bow to each other and the fight begins. He comes in hot with a powerful swing that I dodge easily. I return with a blow that is blocked by his shield. This continues and after five mintes I realize I haven't broken a swaet, but he Sadik stands before me panting. This is wrong.
I trained with turkey growing up. We were equals with a sword. But after the birth of Hercules I stopped training for a while. Sadik didn't. I drop my shield as the masked man apporches me and punch him square under the jaw. The two other stand amazed at the risk I take as the man's mask flies off. This is not Sadik.
Sadik's POV
The entire army was stationed at the front gates to see Helen fight me. Sadly for them I wouldn't be attending that fight. I had never once said that I would be the one fighting. Instead I choose to keep Helen alive and watch her surrender. I must expand or I will not survive. So I came up with a plan.
The sun is rising as I pull my hood over my face and walk though the deserted town. No one is here. I still walk with caution as to not be seen by guards heading to the fight. My goal is the castle. A young boy sleeps there. He is easy prey. His window is three stories up but thanks to a system of pipes leading from his bathroom window to the animal bin, I can access his room by a simple climb. When I finally reach the window I step down carefully. No doubt Helen has stationed soldiers to watch over the boy. Silence is key. I sneak into the boys room and see him sleeping. He looks so much like his mother. Hair waved slightly, dark skin tone, and long eyelashes. Beautiful.
Pulling my mask off I reach for him. His mouth hung slightly ajar makes it easier to stuff the cloth into his mouth but he begin to stir as I tie another cloth around his mouth. I quickly finish the make shift gag before he has time to scream and shove him into a burlap sack I brought. I run back to the bathroom with my prize and jump onto the window sill. I hear a crash behind me and turn just in time to see Helen in full armor covered in drying blood watch me jump off the sill with her boy struggling to free himself. I hear her scream my name as I run though the animal pens. I quickly make a right then a left weaving in between houses as I head my exit. Ahead I see it. A hole in the wall that leads to an underground passage way that will take my to my horse. Once by my horse I no longer hear the footsteps of guards. Hercules is still struggling in my bag. I open the bag just enough for his head to stick out and put my hands around his neck and squeeze. After 94 seconds the boy blacks out and I pull him out of the bag and set him on my horse. I then pull myself up and head for my soldiers. Today was a victory.