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Serena had tried several inns and walked so much her bare feet bled, by the time she reached Rosella whom had stayed behind with their things in an alley way, her eyes pricked with tears as each step sent searing pain through her legs.

"Any luck?" Rosella asked her older sister, she had been gone for hours and Rose had worried something had happened to her sister.

Serena shook her head and almost collapsed on the hard ground as her battered feet buckled beneath her. She looked down at her feet, covered in blood and bruises. A small gasp came from Rosella and the young gypsy hurried to her sister's side. She washed Serena's feet with the little water they had left in their waterskins. Serena sucked in are through her teeth creating a hiss sound as her younger sister began to wash away the blood and bandage her feet. Soon the ordeal was over and the two sat huddled under a thick blanket they had had since they were kids. The cold night air ripped through the blanket and chilled their thin bodies to the bone. Rosella slept, leaning against her sister, while Serena looked up at the stars and found comfort in their silence.

~Next day~

Serena awoke to her sister's scream and a hand around her neck, before her eyes had adjusted to the bright sunlight, she was thrown against a wall. Hot sticky liquid dripped onto the back of her neck. Her hand reached down to her boot and she grabbed her knife. Now her eyes had adjust she could see four men in uniform, this time they were not musketeers. The hand at her throat became tighter and Serena knew she would be dead in moments if she did not escape. Raising her blade she slashed at the officer in front of her. He screamed in pain and dropped her. Rushing over to her sister, Serena began attacking the other men. Until they let her go. Rosella grabbed the bags and ran out of the alley. Serena stayed and blocked the entrance to make sure she could get away, she was the fastest runner and could get away quicker than her sister, they would meet in the market as they had planned.

Serena spun the blade in her hand as her heart pumped furiously with anger and shock. She waited for the officers to move first before she went at them again. She quickly weighed up her chances. Numbers were not on her side but she was a seasoned fighter and is she concentrated she would come off with with a few cuts and bruises.

The officer that grabbed her threw himself at her, his chest and arms bloody where she had cut him. She ducked and dived gracefully as they tried to catch her, eventually the other three began to tire and as they stood out of breath Serena turned to run but she had forgotten about the other officer that now snatched away her knife and aimed for her heart. She dived again but the knife caught her skin and sliced a deep cut from the bottom of her collarbone and across to her shoulder. She cried out in pain but continued running. She began to get dizzy but found her way to the market.

She saw Rosella standing in the market and went to meet her, another woman stood with her. "Serena your hurt!" Rosella exclaimed.

"Bring her back to the inn we can patch her up there." The woman said, leading the way.

The next few minutes or hours were a blur of darkness and strangers. She was in the market and then in a bed. Rosella was by her side then two men.

Amaris was sparing with Porthos when Constance came running into the courtyard. "Amaris i need your help!" She said beckoning them to follow. She began explaining about a young gypsy she met a few days ago in the market and she saw her again today, she said she and her sister had been attacked as they slept and she had fled while her sister fought their attackers. Then the older sister appeared and was wounded badly. "She needs stitching Amaris, she bleeding a lot."

Porthos as always tried to make light of the situation and joked about Amaris making a dress for the girl as well, but Amaris didn't listen he had heard the word gypsy and that was enough. His mind raced as he hoped it was the girl that ran into him the other day, he thought of the questions he'd been dying to ask her.

Constance barely had time to open the door as Amaris pushed past her, he found the gypsy's room and saw a younger gypsy holding the wounded girl's hand.

"Where is she hurt?" Amaris asked politely. Walking slowly towards the bed.

Rosella stood and stared at the musketeer with wide eyes."Sta-stay back!" She stuttered, he was here to arrest them, how could Constance betray her like this?

"Im a friend, i want to help your sister." Amaris said reassuringly.

"Rosella...who is that?" Serena mumbled trying to wake herself up, but before her sister could answer Serena sank into unconsciousness again.

Rosella looked at her sister, although she had washed the blood away the best she could, fresh blood still poured from the wounds. the musketeer again and allowed him to take a look at her sister.

Amaris looked at the injured gypsy and recognized her immediately, it was the girl that ran into him though she was blood stained and pale. He set to work on the cut from her collarbone up, sewing it delicately and neatly. While the blonde gypsy stood silently in the corner waiting. Although the two gypsy's had similar face shapes they were quite opposite. The younger one had blue eyes and blonde hair while the older had light amber eyes and dark brown hair.

After an hour Amaris finished, he had to re-do some because Serena kept waking up and pulling them apart. He could have left then, gone back to the courtyard and continued sparing with Porthos but he wanted to stay. He wanted to make sure Serena was okay.

Porthos appeared in the doorway. "Athos is here." he reported grimly. He knew the Athos would not approve of them helping the gypsy and wanted to prepare his friend before he came storming in.

But to everyone's surprise, Athos was calm and said nothing as he stood at the end of the bed. "How is she?" he asked simply.

"I wont be sure until she wakes up." Amaris said, looking up at his friend with meager smile.

Athos nodded. "And how long will that be?"

"Could be a few minutes maybe a few days." Amaris said

"Or now." Porthos said pointing to Serena as she began to stir.