Her body shook with fear as she looked down at herself. Her arms were covering her chest and abdomen and as she moved her hands away, blood had drenched her hands. Shards of the vase penetrated her thick armor and painfully dug deep within her body. She quickly covered herself again for the sake of honor. Not wanting to show a weakness.

"Mulan!" I shrieked out as her sword fell from her hands. The steel screeched against the cave floor like a screaming baby. I saw her fall to her knees still holding herself wanting the blood to stop. My hands immediately reached for hers for comfort. Blood dripped from the front of her of her knuckles, and when I wrapping my fingers around hers, her hands were shaking so badly I couldn't even keep them still with my own.

"Phillip!" I yelled feeling the tears rush down my cheeks from my eyes. "We need to get her out of here!" Phillip quickly picked her up with all his might resting her on his back. I quickly grabbed her sword rushing to the outside of the cave.

"How long will it take to our kingdom?!" Phillip asked panicking unsure of where they were, or where they should go.

Mulan began to speak, but her speech was so garbled that I heard myself respond for her, "If we hurry, three hours!"

Phillip looked at me with astonishment, but moved forward without a second thought, "East yes?" I nodded as he quickly walked on toward Eastward. I was right behind him and Mulan, and all I could think about was what had happened and why she didn't say anything earlier. I felt the tears pour out as I saw Mulan, for the first time, defenseless and vulnerable. I walked a bit behind Phillip, wrapping my hand into Mulan's. I felt her fingers weakly cling onto mine. I looked toward her with grief and saw her eyes glued to me, those eyes that were once filled with so much happiness were now empty and helpless.

I mouthed toward her, "You'll make it." Mulan could barely give a smile before it slumped away wanting to show me that she was listening.

You'll make it Mulan! Don't worry!

But,I felt even my own words faltered.

After the three hours, we had made it into the kingdom, but it seemed longer then I had thought. It didn't matter anymore, all I wanted was Mulan to be safe. We came into the grounds of the castle, but I told Phillip to put Mulan down at the garden's edge, feeling it wasn't necessary to bring her all the way into the castle, wanting to spare time. Phillip immediately ran toward the abandoned castle, knowing I was going to stay with the Warrior. As I put Mulan laying in my arms, her breaths had become shorter and her chest heaved quickly up and down. Mulan was struggling for air. And all I could do was cry and have my fingers intertwined with Hers.