“Scout ahead!!!! Open the gates!!!! Open them!!! “, a person was saying outside. Adrian quickly rose up and caught sight of his brother trying to struggle up amidst pain. He pitied him and asked that he stay inside while he addressed whatever it was but stubborn as always, Brian was having none of it. Adrian decided to assist him get up. Just as he was about to get up, the scout was ushered in, saving them the stress of having to go out.It was a message from the captain who was leading the chase and he wanted to inform his lord on what happened so far. Adrian could not believe his ears and he lashed out at the scout. How can they, well trained soldiers give the excuse that a mere woman had bested them. This was bad really and he was going to hunt her down himself. Looking at Brian, he concluded on what to do. He was going to take soldiers into that forest and bring her and her people back here in chains. He dismissed the soldier scout as he needed to reason with his brother.
She had listened to everything Orau had told her, for her own good she had explained to her. They were too old for the feast that night. This surprised Arawa as she had expected that they would be done. It was then that Orau explained to her that it was her father himself that had caused the delay when he sent warriors to scout the forest, searching for her. This was rather strange in the ears of the princess as she knew that her father had nothing but hate and disdain for her. She decided to wave it aside as a lie told to her by her mother to make her feel better. If only she had known how much Kuka blamed himself after it became obvious that she just might be dead. He put the feast in a slow pace of progression as he had demanded that every able man out there joined the search for his daughter. It was surprising really especially to his wife who had thought that all along, he hated the girl. Hated her, he never hated Arawa for real. He only blamed her for replacing his w
It was not easy really, getting the girl ready as she looked feminine by all ramifications. She pushed her hair into a ponytail and made the puffy clumps of hair warriors bore. The face paint was artistically done with great care and in such a way that no one could recognise the princess. The will of the gods as Kili had stated had to be done. By the time she was done, Orau could have sworn that Arawa did look like a warrior. Next she handed her a basket shield and a sword. It was time. Mark my words, the people of the people needed more men alive than dead, so they had blunt swords for duels and the sorts. This was what Arawa was given at the moment. To decide a winner during the games, warriors were made to duel in a ring, he would was able to push another out of the ring is a winner, he who was able to tactfully put another down on his back was a winner and he who was the able to get another to yield was a winner. See, it was rather a very simple and enjoyable game of wits
She suddenly felt intimidated which was unlike her most times. She remembered at that very moment that she was the only woman in the group. She wanted to give up and turn away but then she saw Orau looking in her direction, a question mark evident in her face. She stood there for sometime trying to make sense of what she was trying to tell her when suddenly a warrior yelled from behind her and crashed into her. Arawa was nearly floored but thank the gods she had found her footing. Sudden rage flooded her veins as she saw what mischief he had intended. She had her back on him and he had taken that advantage to strike out. This was weakness on display obviously, Arawa thought as she recalled all that Orau had taught her. She looked around her briefly, everyone was fighting and then in front of her, the same warrior had taken a stance and was preparing to make another advance. He seemed too confident and Arawa decided to use his confidence to floor him. There she stood, waiting and takin
She stood there, her eyes fixed on her mask that was already on the floor. She was busted as she knew well enough that the markings on the face would not hide the fact that she was female. Besides, she had been sweating and must have sweated out part of the paint. There were gasps around her and then murmurings. "Arawa?", she had heard her father say and she knew she was doomed. Of course she could not let him know that Orau had a hand in this plan or Kili, so she turned around and faced her father. For a moment, she tried to hold his gaze and then she suddenly felt bad seeing the look of worry, anger and disappointment written on his face. She knew the rules and had just broken a big part of it. He could not accept nor forgive this. He had to do something about it whether or not she was his daughter. Although, thanks to his behavior towards her, she was cock sure that he would not be doing much to save her. He walked down and into the ring to where she stood. The warrior crush of h
Whatever was giving her such a boost in morale, Bron wondered. The woman was simply something else, beautiful, graceful yet there was this hint of danger in her eyes . He had actually always had his eyes on her but dared not approach. She was a curse after all. But now, standing there watching her stand across from him panting and all, he might have lost his head in the clouds for a while. She was simply beautiful and captivating. He had never seen a woman So fierce and yet so alluring. She had surprised him even more when she suddenly threw down her shield to merge with his vulnerability. She was in charge obviously. A good part of him asked that he yielded at that point at least, saving his image and leaving the people in assumptions. They would be confused as some would think he pitied Arawa, while others would call him a coward that yielded to a woman. He snapped out of his thoughts. No way was he going to let her take any glory, not in the very least. He was going to fight it ou
Kuka had demanded a description and got the shocking details of his life. The leader's description fitted none other than his daughter and this was beginning to make the part of her disappearance these few days clear. She obviously had been in league with Orau and lied to him that she was training. Even the high priest was against him, he felt rather stupid about the situation. His warriors with him obviously knew who this culprit was and were looking at him for an answer. He was in a real fix and began blaming himself for letting that baby live. She had finally brought his enemies to his doorstep after corrupting those whom he should have been trusting. He turned to look at the man across, obviously he could sense that he knew exactly whom it was he was speaking about. He demanded that he be told exactly what the penalty was going to be. Adrian could almost laugh out loud. The thought of this probably providing him with alliances seemed to amuse him but then, he knew better than to
Adrian was much obliged to receive her. He left a few words with the savage king and then, looking at the king's daughter, he remembered it was time to begin heading home. Home was his brother and he knew definitely that Brian would be anticipating his return. The savage princess was a beauty and he would have done things to her but he would restrain himself. Probably when Brian was done playing, he might share with him. He had her put in bonds after all, she had proven herself too dangerous. The glint in her eyes scared him , it was almost like she could kill him from where she stood. That night, he decided that they would begin a return home journey . There was absolutely no trusting these savages. He had been in strong doubts about them not being able to swim. If they were not swimmers, then how did they get over to the other side and besides, how did she know how to swim? It was all a lie and fabricated stories. They would probably be waiting for them to sleep and then attack. He