Chapter 2: A New World
When she woke up, she found herself wrapped in bandages upon a bed within a cabin-like room. Her stitch toy was on the bedside table. As she tried getting up, she felt the pain surge through every part of her body. Wincing, she tried to ignore the pain and tried to leave, scared that she was a prisoner of demonic men. When she took a step, pain unlike anything that she had ever felt before jolted through her body so fast, that she couldn't support herself and collapsed onto the floor with a thump. Voices were heard on the other side of the door, talking as if they were asking each other something. Then the doorknob slowly turned and opened.
In came a young looking child dressed in all green, and a taller woman, with what it seemed like tattoos on her face with daggers on her waist. The little girl said something and rushed over to injured girl. Frightened and injured, she grabbed the little girl and threw her to the floor and tried to make a run for it towards the door. The taller woman, dressed in purple armory and shorts blocked the exit and raised her arms in defense as the princess kicked her. The woman in purple caught the injured wincing from the kick after she jumped back a few paces for defense. The tall woman said something like the little girl to the princess, but she couldn't understand a single word.
The princess felt her body shake from fear, from being in an unknown area, fear from the horrors that they could do to her. Her legs started to wobble as the pain and injuries lowered the amount of stamina that she had at the moment. The little girl tried to launch a surprise attack by trying to latching herself onto the princess, but was unsuccessful. In the process of dodging, she got entangled in some thin white string that the tall woman had used which immobilized the princess.
"Trap!" the princess thought.
As she struggled to get free, she didn't realize that the woman was behind her. By the time she noticed the tall woman, her world had become dark once more; thus, becoming their prisoner once more.
Meanwhile, as the child and woman had their hand full in caring for the injured, a young man on horseback was returning to the village, His golden wheat colored horse trotted slowly and gently along the path as his shield and sword upon his back clanked with rhythm along his way home.