A/N:

Sorry for not updating as soon as I could. I have so much homework to do. Not that you wantto hear excuses. Thanks again for your reveiws! Love you all!

Chapter 4

"W-what?" he stuttered, confused. "How did you get out?" he said as he grabbed her wrist.

"Let go!" she screamed, tugging to get out of his grasp.

She knew she wasn't going to get anywhere like this so she twisted her body, freeing her arm, while sweeping her leg under him and swinging her arms in a double punch.

She almost fell when her body, leaning to counteract with the weight of tripping him, only collided with air, and her punch whizzed over his head.

"I didn't become the King for nothing, babe." He chuckled.

She didn't have the time to deal with him, with the guards quickly closing in on her. She leaped up a ledge in the wall and leaped up and through an over head window she had noticed before.

She had just climbed down the roof to hear the "after her" cry and the heavy jog of the soldiers.

She headed for the tall walls that separated the palace from the bandit city.

'Better hold on to my purse' she thought with bitter humor, for her money purse had been taken from her when she was kidnapped.


"Get your beautiful antique lamps, real gold and worth twice this price."

"Persian rugs, cheaper than anywhere else."

"Ya want some spice in your life, hon? Step closer and I'll show ya what's going around here."

Street vendors lined either side of the road, yelling advertisements of stolen goods or favors. She quickly snatched a veil from a distracted storekeeper and covered her head.

The streets were already being scattered with guards on the look out. She had to get out, fast.

Through many streets and alleys, after stopping for directions (after all she is not a man), she finally found her way to the outside of the city, coming up to the walls that surrounded the people.

She followed the wall around to one of the large gates, which were, of course, closed for the approaching night.

Luckily she was a good climber, but she definitely did not like heights. This might be a problem.

When she was smaller, she would always climb up the tallest trees with the fearless bravery of naive children. One day when she was on top of a tree, she slipped and broke her arm. After that she was always afraid of experiencing that same feeling as when she fell, inevitably unable to stop a crash you wished would not come. Pain isn't always the worst part; much of it is the anticipation.

The same feeling when you miss a step. Your body tenses to feel a terrible crash from losing your footing.

That's why she hates heights.

She easily climbed up the wall to the top because she focused on looking up. When going down the wall… she trembled like crazy the entire time and fought back the urge to throw up.

'Some warrior, eh?' she thought to herself, ashamed of her fear.

So the still slightly twitching woman set off down the well beaten road.


"Send your best hunters and trackers, I'm going to find this girl if it's the last thing I do. That low down, scheming, dirty little, grumble, grumble."

When anybody asked him why he was going through so much trouble he'd launch into a speech about how she was to be made an example of, she could spill valuable secrets, ect ect..

The truth was that for some reason, he didn't want to let go of her so soon. He knew there was something about her that made him want to find out more, something so secretive about her that made him wish to explore.

He shook his head vigorously, as though that would shake out images of her face, body, scent. She was a wench, not to be trusted. There was no way she would escape her punishment this time.

"Sir, the hunt is ready for you to join them," a man called from horseback.

"You can run, but you can't hide," he whispered into the wind.


She jumped on the back of the wagon as the farmer thanked her again for helping min load the bags onto it.

"No problem," she replied, shaking away the compliment.

"Where are you heading lass?" the man asked her curiously.

"…. As far away as possible," she said softly as the breeze swept by, lifting up her words.


A/N: how poetic...sigh. I like the way this is going. I love hearing from you and I love... food acually. I have some ice cream in the freezer saying "eat me", and not the way sick minded people think, it's ice cream for goodness sakes. Anywaysit's time for my sign out!

Until we meet again,

Di Vento e De Luna