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notice the
mercenary army moves to surround me and I glance at the sight. They
all point sharp swords or spears at me. I push one away and raise
my hands. “I surrender.” I say and watch as two men in front of me
turn to glance at each other for a brief moment before turning
their attention back to me. I couldn’t help but shrug with a small
smile. “Can I talk to your Captain?” I ask.
    “A woman has no
right to ask such a thing.” One of the members declares and I
glare.
    “Yeah, I get
that but if you don’t I’m going to start taking down all of you one
by one.” I warn. I gesture to the large troll that pinned me down
earlier and regard the men surrounding me, “Unless you want to end
up like him you’ll let me speak to your Captain and trust me . . .
I wasn’t even trying.” I feel fear simmer through the group and I
smile. I don’t enjoy violence but in some situations sometimes
that’s all you can do in order to ensure your survival and that’s
what I need to do—survive.
    “You’re a
witch.” one remarks.
    I move my
fingers as if I’m casting a spell and watch as they shuffle back.
“If I’m so deadly why do you take the chance? I could always turn
you into a chicken.” I remark and watch as their eyes widen.
    “Enough.” a
male voice booms. On a high horse, trots a man in gleaming silver
armour—his armour isn’t like ours. Instead, it’s more primitive, it
reminds me of the armour the humans had in their early wars.
    “There’s no
such thing as sorcery.”
    “Really?” I
voice out-loud. Energy— majic runs through my veins. My
people are dragons for heaven’s sake.
    “Yes. It’s
fake. It doesn’t exist. You’re a liar.” he annunciates slowly. I
couldn’t help but scrunch my face a little in annoyance.
    “How so?” I
question. I’m certain by my physical appearance I don’t look
Spartan. He assesses me and dismounts his steed. Pulling off his
gloves his men move out of his way and I notice he’s quick to walk
around me like a lioness cornering its prey.
    “You are not
Spartan. Are you?” he questions.
    “What gave you
that idea?” I retort and hear his men grumble in distain. I hold
their sneering gazes. The Captain calms down his men and gestures
to where the royal army is in the distance.
    “You’re here
for them, aren’t you?” he inquires.
    I’m silent for
a moment, holding the glare of this annoying man, “I don’t have to
answer that.” His lips pull into a snarl and the next thing I feel
is pain radiating from the back of my skull. Its pinch at first but
when I turn around to face it. I see a large fist racing towards me
before I feel excruciating pain radiating from my nose. Not before
long I begin to collapse and black out.

 
5
The King and
the Prince
     
    I wake in fear
of my life; startled by the possibility of my death. My eyes
register to the room I’m in and It’s a holding cell. My mind is
ruffled. I have no recollection at first as to why I’m here but
then in a blink of a moment, it all comes flooding back and I
groan. I move to sit up only to feel the force of my aching skull
pounding against the front of my forehead. “Ow.” I mumble and
slowly push myself up.
    “Look who’s
awake.” a male voice sounds. I glance at the source and see through
the metal bars, there is a man who he continues to sit and watch me
from the shadows. I suddenly feel the need to shiver.
    “Who are you?”
I ask.
    “I’m none of
your concern. However, it’s the Captain who will be of your
concern.”
    “What do you
mean by that?” I ask as I regard the guard a little more closely.
He stands and disappears around the corner declaring: “You’ll find
out soon enough.” Than out of the blue . . . bang! Bang! Bang! Three consecutive explosions reign throughout the
prison. Debris, dust and metal flies everywhere and I’m quick to
cover my eyes. There at the opposite end of my cell is Volvomich.
He ducks into the cell and immediately his eyes lock