Chapter 6

By Interested

Disclaimer: I in no way own anything to do with TLW and no profit is being made from it.

GRAMMAR ALERT: I'll still have grammar/spelling trouble, so please bare with me. I wrote most of this at like 3 in the morning.

A/N: Please review, don't be harsh.

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Walking through the jungle, the others noticed that everything was eerily quiet. Scratching his chin in thought Challenger noticed,

"No birds, no animals, or dinosaurs at all, what a waste of natural resources."

He grumbled irritated.

As they head forward, they passed by were the tree house had once been. Veronica stood behind the rest, in deep thought as she gazed upon the large tree. Noticing this Challenger fatherly took her shoulder that broke her out of her haze.

"Come along."

He said, understanding Veronica's pained feelings at the moment.

She only nodded, walking forward as she couldn't believe that the house she grew up in would one day be gone. Veronica then approached Marguerite with caution as she couldn't help the fear that ran through her body, as if the older woman could snap her neck in any second.

"Um, Marguerite… I was wondering what happened to the tree-house?"

She was shocked to see a twinge in Marguerite's posture. But the older woman then began,

"I was wondering when you were going to ask that, but if you really need to know, it was 75 years ago……

(Flashback)

"We need more men upfront"

Marguerite yelled, as sweat and blood dripped down her face, her heart pounded in her chest, as she gripped the sword in her hand.

"There's too many of them, we can't win!"

One of her men pleaded, her, holding his wounded arm.

"No! We can't give up, I've gone through too much too lose now!"

"But if we don't stop, there will be no one left!"

The man continued. Ignoring the man, she ran off, wearing the traditional more freeing black, leathered Amazon designed clothing, slashing her sword across one of the fighter's chest. She gripped his chest armor, and demanded.

"Who is your leader?"

The man started to gag as he stammered with an evil grin on his face.

"Zoth."

Marguerite's eyes grew wide, dropping the man, as he bled to death on the jungle floor. Marguerite had grown reputation in the past years as one of the fiercest warriors, and was known as "the chosen one" few knew that it was actually a woman. She was able to get Tribune's warriors and even the amazons to help in her fight to protect the plateau from being taken over. But it was a non ending struggle which she wondered if in the end, she would be the only survivor. But the one thing she had fought the hardest to protect was the tree-house. It was the only place where she had any happy memories in left, and once the others were gone from her life, it was all she had left of them. She had placed some of her best warriors to protect it, but what Marguerite saw as she ran up to the area, made her dash hastily towards the tree house as she screamed in anger,

"No!"

The tree-house was engulfed in flames, cracking and creaking, as the roof caved in, sending smoke and fire high into the air. While her other soldiers were obviously wounded or dead. She noticed one young amazons wounded, but still alive, as on of the tree house engulfed walls cracked off, and was about to fall upon her. Marguerite ran up wrapping one of the woman's arm around her and dragged her away as the piece smashed into the ground, luckily taking a few of the fighters out with it. Laying the woman down, Marguerite asked.

"How did this happen?" But when Marguerite felt the wet blood on her hands, she noticed the sword wound on the woman's chest was bleeding heavily.

"We… were… outnumbered.. I tried… I'm sorry….."

The woman gasped as her eyes rolled back.

"Damn it!"

Marguerite cried, taking her anger out by killing any of Zoth's men she saw. By the time sun came up, the ground was covered with blood, and stunk from the stench of death. Everyone she cared for was dead, her memories of good times, were now ashes, as Marguerite then stood on a high hilltop, stabbing her sword into the ground, vowing to herself to fight Zoth and his men, till the day that she died…..

(End of flashback)

A/N: If the years are off, don't pay attention; I was never good at the whole math thing anyway.

To be continued….. Remember the more reviews I get, the quicker I post.