okaaayyyy, hey there! well this is yet another chapter that i've worked hard on but i can't make much sense out of. i got caught up in my schoolwork and planning out the rest of the story so this chapter is just a small filler but it has some interesting events! so please read and review, thanks to all the people who have read it (love you guys!) but i really do like reviews . i'll let you read now though! have fun!

After a few long hours of talking with the queen and the others, Duke Rafael suggested to Tyler that he take me to get in some much needed training.

The queen herself escorted us out of the palace to gather our horses. When we reached the stables she spoke again, "it was a pleasure to meet you Carys, but for now we part until time permits us our fates to be tied together again." The small red-head smiled at me as I nodded, then she turned to Tyler. "And for you, I have a horse," she said as she motioned toward a stall. Inside the gate was a tall red-brown mare with pretty eyes. "Her name is Crelise if I remember correctly."

"Thank you so very much, my queen. But now, Carys and I shall take our leave if you so much desire a new champion," Tyler says as he bows to her.

"Oh, yes, yes of course. Train hard my friends."

~X…X…X~

We trained all day in a small wooded area a few miles outside the castles wall. Tyler taught me how to use my sword better and he also taught me some valuable hand-to-hand combat. But the sun was finally setting on my first day of this training. As Tyler and I rode back from the clearing he stopped me so suddenly I almost fell off Zephyr.

He held Crelise still and put up a hand for me to be silent. Though I heard nothing, I knew that if Tyler thought he heard something it was best to trust him. And it seemed that he was right, because out of nowhere, there were thundering hooves and the loud cry of a raven circling overhead.

Zephyr reared up and whinnied before taking off at full speed because of the startling noises. And with me on his back the trees around us blurred as he sped past them and then everything began to darken in the dimming twilight. I then heard the sharp twang of an arrow being released, and I felt the shaft whizz past my ear, just centimeters away. A rock then collided with my shoulder sending white lights to dance in my vision. My grip loosened on the reins and that caused Zephyr to rear up, this time he threw me off.

I landed on my side when I hit the ground and I curled up right then as the air whooshed out of me. Zephyr got back to his four legs and sprinted off into the black forest as I lay there until I felt strong hands around my shoulders. "Tyler? Is that you?"

No reply came until I felt thick and strong fabric wrap around my wrists. "Nope, sorry princess. It's just me."

I yank my arms from his grasp, then turn to see the boy I met in the alleyway with the green x in his eye. Kresent. I take one last look at him before my eyes are covered with the same fabric that holds my wrists. Even if it was daytime, through this fabric I wouldn't be able to tell. Next thing I knew, I felt Kresent's arms loop around my shoulders and my knees and he lifted me, somewhat easily due to his strength, onto his horse then jumped up behind me and got on his way.

A few minutes later he began lecturing me about why he captured me. Although his voice was loud, the thunder of his steeds' hooves drowned it out, so all I had to do was ignore him for the rest of the way. A few times though, he shook me and asked if I had heard what he said. I nodded yes, but then he asked what he had been talking about. So I shrugged, but as I did he hit me.

"Hey! Watch it jerkwad!" I exclaim angrily.

"Watch your mouth prisoner. We're almost to the Cimmerian capital, so keep your mouth in place or you'll actually be in prison."

"Why would they put me in prison? And who exactly would Mr. Know-it-all?"

"Because you fight for light, and I, the Cimmerian prince would do the honors of putting you in a cell of course."

~X…X…X~

The next day was horrible and possibly the longest of my entire life. I sat in a bleak room with my back against a wall just thinking about what I had ever done to be put in this situation, or even how and why I was put in the mental institution before coming here.

My parents said I had been omitted because of my creativeness and wild imagination. But as I got older I started to question that reason. The other kids always had worse things like: depression, cutting themselves, multiple personality disorder, etc. But their parents also came and visited, both parents. Only my father came to visit and only once a year too. I always tried to remember what happened, or even just try to remember her face. but nothing ever appears in my mind, only a blur that I could barely make out as human.