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now. He didn’t know which direction she went. He wished he knew.
    The blade – the one thing he swore to her he would protect with his life. He left it back at the inn. He hurriedly raced back.
    He was glad it was still here where he left it. It was the only thing she had left for him. If he lost it too, would she only be just a dream? He still remembered every little detail about her, but the blade was the only proof that she ever existed.
    He should’ve destroyed it. He should’ve thrown it away. He’d rather she did not exist in the first place. She should have let him starve to death. Was there anyone crueler than her in the world?
    She misled him into thinking that he was needed. She deceived him into feeling secure. She made him feel like she was going to be with him forever. She was a liar, nothing more.

Chapter Four
    Western Kingdom, 953
     
    The cry seemed to be coming from the north.
    A cloaked figure searched the tall wheat field for the source of the cry, being extremely careful with her footsteps. The cry was getting louder, so she knew she was near. A breeze from the north blew the hood off of her head, but she quickly pulled it back into place. It was a dangerous time for women to be alone without the company of a man, especially in deserted places.
    Unending wars made bandits out of desperate men.
    She found what she was looking for laying just off of the dirt road. The infant was partially wrapped in a very dirty cloth. She picked the child up and cradled him in her left arm while her right hand search for a bottle of milk in her bag. She quickly fed the child, because she knew it was starving. They child immediately sucked on the nipple hungrily.
    She mopped down to the ground when she heard the sound of horses approaching. From the number, she knew they were soldiers and not bandits. She lowered her head to the child so that the hood would hide her face from view.
    From the black color of the flag, she knew it was the army of the northern kingdom. She curiously took a peek at the man leading the army. He was riding on a massive black stallion, but the beast was dwarfed by his size. She had heard much of this young prince, but it was the first time she had seen him in person. She could not see past the mask on his face. The only thing she could see was a petrifying aura about him. It was incredibly rare for a person to be born with that kind of aura, but it may not be a bad thing in the time of war. His presence alone could give him a mile long advantage on the battlefield.
    She was more concerned with the enormous platinum blade strapped to his back. Although sheathed, she knew right away that it wasn’t crafted by humans. It was a soul weapon. The energy emanated from it was unmistakable. How a human prince came to possess such a weapon troubled her, but it did explain a lot. The rumors surrounding the notorious prince may not be rumors at all.
    Even his own men feared him like a plague.
    “ You there,” one of the soldiers leading the way shouted at her. “Which way leads to the red city?”
    The roads leading to the red kingdom was similar to a maze. There were many forks on the road, and some of them travel in circles. It was no wonder that the black army had gotten confused. It was quite intentional and she didn’t know if she should interfere.
    “ Only one road leads to the red city,” she replied, “but I am unfamiliar with this area, my lords. I’ve only come here twice.”
    “ Twice is better than none,” the soldier said. “Lead the way for us and you shall be rewarded.” The soldier suddenly snatched the child from her arm. “If you trick us, your baby will die!”
    The situation didn’t allow her to refuse.
    She mounted the horse they provided and lead the way for them. She honestly didn’t know the roads very well, but she was taught a trick that very few people know. The local people told her to follow the road that lead to the setting sun and she would reach the red