Rise

[madame moiselle]

Isaac Robinson of Tykanos
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The Free Hawks burst into the bloody scene, and Isaac felt a twist of disgust and horror as he watched guards killing rogue rebels, and the rebels themselves killing the citizens. Bodies lay on the ground lifeless, and the sounds of swords clashing, blood spurting and cries echoing haunted the atmosphere. Isaac pushed those sentiments down; he had a mission to accomplish. Isaac noticed an unfamiliar rebel beating a guard, and Isaac realized these must be other rebels from other groups around Lunaris. Isaac knew they were all fighting for the same reasons, but most certainly had different methods of reaching those same goals. 
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Isaac searched the frenzied crows of hundreds, for the princesses as he prepared his weapon, the bow and arrow. With his sharp blue eyes, Isaac caught the sight of both of them, next to each other. It wasn't surprising that both had ruined their sophisticated looks. Isaac took a glance around the frenzy, spotting a few other Free Hawks nearing the princesses, like predator does with prey. Isaac turned to Lawrence, his gaze firm. "Go back to the gates, Lawrence, and make sure the rest of the group is there, waiting. I think we can handle this." Lawrence nodded grimly and left, leaving Isaac to melt into the crowd of panicked people, and weaving through, until a guard spotted him. Before the guard could make a move, however, Isaac had already planted an arrow right in his chest. One more guard rushed at him before Isaac shot him in the shoulder, before Isaac glanced back at the King, who was huddled next to his Queen, as the guards around him protected from enraged rogue rebels. Isaac turned back to the princesses, lacing his bow against his back, and rushing towards them.
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Isaac looked around, painfully realizing the rest of his crew were occupied with their own battles. Isaac realized yet again, that he had to do this alone. Was this really a one-man job? But Isaac couldn't turn back now. Besides, these were girls. Princesses. Ladies. Taught etiquette, not battle. The worst they've probably done was slap a detestable suitor. 
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The nearest to him was Cynthia. Isaac got ready, taking out an arrow, and pounced on her. He pushed Bramble, very roughly, so hard that the force was powerful enough to send her skidding to the ground, while his arm wrapped around Cynthia's corseted waist, while his sharp-tipped arrow pressed against her smooth neck. 
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"Don't make a move," he murmured as harshly as he could.
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[Emberskull]

Cynthia Theroulde


 


(Sorry, this might not be the best, but Esther is making me do it. If it's bad, blame her . I'll be editing tomorrow)


Just before Cynthia could whip a childishly witty comment back at her sister, several more rebels flooded through the castle walls to join the numbers and they were lead by the same blonde the two princesses had seen earlier. Her green eyes hardened. She had suspected as much.


Just as she had expected the blade at her throat, which did prove that expecting something couldn't always save you from it. It merely grants you a few more moments of dread.


This was her problem; she had a razor sharp arrow held at her jugular by a Princess kidnapping poor-boy scoundrel, the present guards outnumbered by his troupe. She pondered this for a second. There were many problems with a lot of the plans she was considering, but she considered them anyway. Her sword lay at her feet, and battle surrounded them.


Okay. She thought to herself. I'll play the victim. Cynthia, disgracing her morals, whined. A pitiful moan, holding her hands up to the point of possible incision. Then she suddenly pulled away, tossing the sword up with her foot to catch it in her hand and hold it at Isaac's throat. Wait... Let's rewind.


Okay. She thought to herself. I'll play the victim. Cynthia, disgracing her morals, whined. A pitiful moan, holding her hands up to the point of possible incision, hooking one of her bejeweled metal bracelets carefully around very tip of the arrow, then retracting the pointed arrow from her soft throat skin and held her blade to her attacker's. It was one swift graceful motion. It wouldn't be a lot, but it could give Bramble some time to escape. Cynthia threw the arrow at a man who was creeping up on Bramble, striking him, the arrow embedding itself in his shoulder. He lurched back, and Cynthia managed to say.


"Bramble!"


"RUN!"


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 Bramble Theroulde 
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Just as Cynthia opened her mouth to say something back, before Bramble could react, something pushed into her, more like slammed into her, as Bramble slammed into the ground in her side, she couldn't catch herself in time, and her head slammed against the bloodstained cobblestone. 


Colors burst in Bramble's vision, and she attempted to blink it away, her cheek lay against the cobblestone, and Bramble heaved for breath, the push knocking the air out of her, when Bramble blinked some more, she realized she lay next to the man she killed, and Bramble let out something of a choke as she yanked the saber out of him and scrambled to her feet. 


Brambles icy eyes narrowed at the scene, the blonde she'd attempted to save earlier, now held an arrow to Cynthia's throat. 


"Rotter." Bramble said angrily, her eyes narrowing at the blonde. 


Bramble was surprised to say the least when, in one swift movement, Cynthia had turned the situation on the blonde boy, however Bramble had hardly enough time to enjoy the moment as she heard steps behind her, Bramble whipped around just in time to see an arrow pierce the mans shoulder. To add unto that, Bramble sliced the man's hip with the saber, a deep cut, out of pure reflexes. Bramble had sharp and alert senses, something she'd picked up at nights. 


Now, she wasn't experienced as her sister with a sword, but Bramble wasn't one to give up. Ever. As the man fell, Bramble spun around to hear Cynthia yell at her to run. 


"Don't be daft!" Bramble yelled over the slicing and clashing of blades. Bramble's eyes quickly scanned the area. They were surrounded by rebels and guards clashing alike. It wasn't just them. Some dead civilians lay strewn about as well. Innocent, and lifeless. Bramble knew she couldn't run far, or fast in these blasted skirts. She'd have a 50% chance of surviving if she charged through the crowd, most likely murdered by a rebel. 


Besides, Bramble could never abandon her last sister. She was all she had at this point, with a cold father, and a broken mother. 


Bramble would charged the blonde down if he wasn't so close to her sister. Bramble wished Cynthia would kill the man and be done with it, and questioned why she didn't. Bramble certainly wouldn't have a problem. Bramble's lips were pressed thinly together, nearly white, her blue eyes were as cold as ice as they narrowed on the blonde, gripping the bloodied saber, her eyes flicked between Cynthia and the blonde, fearing if she attempted to save Cynthia, he would kill her before she got the chance. 


Bramble instead, continued to survey her surroundings, making sure she wouldn't be taken by surprise again, her fiery gaze always keeping Cynthia and the blonde in her eyesight, ready for any move made against Cynthia or herself, taking a step closer in a threatening manner, twirling the saver dangerously in her hand as she eyed the blonde. 


((Also sorry if this sucks xD, I'm so tired though, I can hardly keep my eyes open))


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[Adalynn_]

Corliss saw the man. She listened to his words, but her reaction was slow. She kept seeing dropping bodies... bloody cobblestone. Absolute carnage, everywhere. The man appeared to be a young guard. His face was vaguely familiar... surely she had seen him before. She shakily put her bloodied hand on her thigh, pressing down as much as she could, but it wasn't doing much to stop her bleeding. She reached for his hand and tried to stand. She managed to, but she almost wished she had stayed down. The princesses were attacking and being attacked... one of them was being threatened by what looked like a rebel... the one that was by the coffin earlier... how did he get away?


Meanwhile, the king and queen had been rushed to safety by a crowd of guards while the fighting continued. Another group of guards were trying to get to the princesses, while four guards tried to carry away Aaliyah's coffin.


@Esther_Silvers Sure, she can be kidnapped... I just don't want to leave out riptide.


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[madame moiselle]

Isaac Robinson of Tykanos

Ladies, thought Isaac, scoffing. Like hell they are!


The motion was swift. Graceful and smooth, ladylike even, yet it completely took Isaac by surprise. Isaac was undoubtedly impressed by Princess Cynthia's cleverness; the way she had fooled him by acting the 'damsel in distress'. Isaac couldn't believe it;  he was on the ground, powerless, and at the mercy of a princess. A woman. How could've he been so easily beaten? Isaac felt his pride crack, becoming dented. Dammit, if anyone back at camp ever hears about this, Isaac would never hear the end of it. Isaac clenched his jaw, reevaluating the situation. He needed to gain the advantage again. But how?


However, before he could reassess again, Isaac noticed Jacob, who had finally conquered his own battles and was creeping on Bramble. Isaac struggled to warn his comrade in time, but it was too late; Cynthia had already thrown the arrow, and it embedded itself in Jacob's shoulder. The brown-haired man, sturdy as ever, didn't fall to the ground, and nor did he cry out in pain. Isaac knew Jacob had suffered enslavement as a boy, and it seemed enduring his rough past had given him fortitude beyond reason. However, even though Jacob could persevere an arrow through the shoulder, same could not be said as Bramble, of all people, sliced Jacob at the hip, a move of pure reflex. Jacob went down with an agonized cry. "Jacob!" cried out Isaac in shock, eyes wide. His first impulse was to get to Jacob, but he knew he couldn't. Not while Princess Cynthia's sword was pointing at him. He shook off the shock that Bramble had done it. Bramble had turned from the cold, fiery and passive princess to a roguish, grimly determined and ardent woman.

Isaac saw Bramble eyeing him, taking a menacing step forward, twirling the saber.
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Shit, thought Isaac, cursing. How the hell am I supposed to get out now--
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Suddenly, a rock came flying out of nowhere, hitting Cynthia's hand, the one that was holding the sword. The sword dropped to the ground, and Isaac glanced right at the direction, seeing Andrew grinning, like the cheerful oaf he was. The man was talented when it came to aim, and always kept a slingshot nearby. Isaac, grateful for the save, shot straight up, and kicked the sword farther into the fray, readying his bow. His eyes roamed the scene, seeing that his some of his comrades were starting to pull together, circling the two princesses. Isaac aimed right at Cynthia, and with a silent, swift nod, ordered his men to pounce. One man, Eric Clayton, grabbed Princess Cynthia's arm and twisted it behind her back rather roughly, cupping his hand over her mouth tightly. Andrew and his friend Roland Drew had Bramble cornered, confiscating her sword from her, and grabbing her from all sides. Isaac quickly caught the sight of a guard noticing the entire event, and rushing towards them, but was quickly stopped by Isaac, who shot an arrow squarely in the guard’s chest. Isaac got to Jacob, pitying his old friend, once he saw the man's state. Isaac hauled Jacob up, and supported him, as he gestured to the gates.
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“Let’s go!” he called urgently. His men obeyed, but it seemed trying to contain the princesses was harder than expected..


(Sorry if it's not the best, but I'm kinda in a rush so...xP)


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( @Adalynn_  &   @riptide131, maybe Shane and Corliss can notice Isaac and his men getting to the gates, and follow them? That way Shane and Corliss can meet the rest of the group and also be 'captured'.)

 

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It was a quiet night in the southern plains of Woodbaerst. A heavy fog, accompanied by a light rain, had descended on the region. Perfect weather for an assault. Around 20 of the King's Men had set up a little camp in a futile attempt to guard a bridge over a wide stream. They were entrenched here, cutting down trees to make a wall, yet this would not stop the 9 Hunters from bringing death to their hated foe. Stealthily, they encircled the camp, using the fog to conceal their movements. Then, when the moment was just right, they struck. With deadly accuracy, eight of the King's Men fell with an arrow to the neck or head, while a single man leapt into their camp, cutting the throat of a soldier with a deadly slice from a shining blade. "By the King, what the f-" a guard exclaimed, before a sword was thrust through the his chest, and with a thud, it revealed another four men emerging from the fog. With great ease, the guards were cut down by arrow fire or a masterful cut with the blade. The stream ran red with the blood of the guards as the corpses were left hanging from the very bridge they guarded. "Take the arrows, weapons, food. All of it. Leave the bodies, and paint our symbol with their blood. The Hunt strikes again." Their leader said. After all the gear was tossed into a stolen wagon, the 9 Hunters disappeared into the foggy plains.


After the attack, the 9 Hunters fled into the more wild parts of the plains. It became more wooded and rough as they traveled deeper into the wilderness, and soon became a dense forested land. Here, in ages past, countless rebellions had been driven to the edge of the forest, and crushed by their oppressive overlords. It is said that the spirits of the dead still haunt the glades of the forest, and few dared to enter it. This, combined with the sheer size of the forest, made it an ideal hiding place for the Hunters. Using an old trail, they reached a cave, which was their hideout. Countless barrels filled with gold coins and other loot were piled into a corner, the result of countless raids and assaults. Bundles of weapons laid on hastily made tables, while arrow filled target were set up against the walls of the cave. "Alright, we got rid of them, now we need to prepare for our next target. The Captain. Killing him should rally the people to our cause, and allow us to finally come forth as the rightfully heirs of this realm. Now, as for the plan..."

 

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Shane Finnegan
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Scanning the carnage, Shane saw Isaac taking the princesses. He was on their side but he wasn't going to let a bunch of rebels kidnap the girls without any supervision. He turned to Corliss, attempting to shield her from the carnage all around. "Look I don't know what side you are on in this war but I'm not letting you stay here to die. Our only way out of this is leaving as we speak so we better get going. This will be quicker." He sheathed his sword and picked Corliss up, heading in the direction he last saw Isaac.
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All guards were preoccupied which resulted in the city limits being very loosely guarded. Using his keys, Shane opened up one of the gates, allowing all of the Free Hawks to exit the capital unharmed. Shane put Corliss down once they got outside. "Let's check on that leg." He gently removed her hand from the wound. "So what's it going to be? Do you want to come with us or should I leave you here with my sword so you can fend for yourself for a while and return to life with the king?" He asked directly.
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Cynthia Theroulde


 


Cynthia yelped as the stone impacted her hand, jolting her nerves. As soon as she dropped the sword, she knew. 


She was screwed. 


The Free Hawks heavily outnumbered them trapping them and confiscating their weapons. Cynthia tried to fight back, but hand to hand wasn't her strong suit. She charged at the men in a futile attempt to reach her sister. It was all pointless. Soon, they had been whisked away. Then Cynthia saw Shane. Helping.


He was helping them.


The princess shot him a poisonous glare, a promise of the terrible things that would befall the traitorous man.


Executed by your's truly.


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 Bramble Theroulde 
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The only thing keeping Bramble from running or cowering was Cynthia, whom Bramble could never abandon. She could feel her heartbeat, threatening to burst out of her corset. Her knees felt weak, as if they could hardly support her. She was determined to kill the 


Everything seemed to happen in slow motion in front of Bramble's eyes, Bramble turned to see a man hurl a rock, knocking the sword from Cynthia's hand, The blonde shot up, and Bramble whipped around, only to find more circling around them, as if they were prey.  Bramble's eyes caught every movement, keeping everything in sight as she circled around, keeping an arms length away from the enemy rebels, taking calculated steps, but somehow still moving with precise grace. 


Bramble watched the blonde nod, and instantly realized it was some kind of signal, as one man roughly grabbed Cynthia's arm and twisting it behind her. Bramble lunged forward the save her sister but was yanked back by a hand clasping on her wrist, Bramble let out a cry of despair and frustration as she was torn away from her sister. 


Bramble spun around, yanking her wrist out of the rebels grip and narrowly avoiding another hand reaching out to grab at her, slicing at his wrist with the saber with quick reflex but she ended up backing straight into another rebel, where her saber was knocked out of her wrist. 


Bramble slammed her elbow back into the rebels chest, and he bent over painfully. Just then, the rebels wrist she had sliced, grabbed both her wrists harshly with both his hands, yanking them high over his head so she couldn't do any more damage with her hands, the rebel she'd  elbowed grabbed both her wrists from his comrad from behind her, both her wrists fitting into one hand and he pulled them down and behind her back roughly with one hand, while his other arm grasped her hard about the waist, pulling her against him and pinning her arms behind her back, attacked from all sides by the pair, Bramble bit back a cry. 


The blonde rebel yelled out again, and Bramble was dragged backwards, kicking and yelling a flurry of curses and insults at the rebel, her fiery spirit undeterred as she kicked and attempted to free herself in whatever way she could. 


The blonde is the leader? Bramble thought angrily but curiously, considering he seemed about her age, at one point the man restraining attempted to clamp a hand over her mouth to shut up her insults and curses, and Bramble chomped down on his hand and he howled with pain, ripping his hand away and his grip on her curvy waist tightened from anger, Bramble gasped for breath. 


Bramble thrashed wildly, giving her captor one hell of a hard time in keeping her restrained, and Bramble was relentless with her cursing and insults, she whipped her head about, only to see Shane open the gates with his own keys, allowing the rebels to escape unharmed, Bramble froze momentarily, clamping her mouth shut, her mind quickly processing the scene. 


Bramble felt a surge of instant betrayal. It was a complete knife in the back, Bramble grew up knowing him nearly her entire life, and he was helping the rebels kidnap them. 


Her ice eyes flashed with murderous intent, Bramble lunged for Shane, but the arm around her corseted waist yanked her back harshly, the man holding her angry with her constant struggling, which was Bramble's goal.  


"You rotter." Bramble spat in a tone that could freeze the air around them, her eyes fiery. "I'll kill you!" Bramble shouted angrily, lurching forward again in attempt to hurt him in anyway she could, but was dragged away, Bramble thrashed, searching for Cynthia to make sure she was okay, she for once, was at a loss for words at the sight of Shane betraying them, although Bramble did not stop struggling by any means, she went quiet, her lips pressed thinly together, the flame in her blue eyes burned with a searing vengeance. 


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Isaac Robinson of Tykanos

Isaac could hear how his men were struggling to maintain and restrain the princesses, especially Bramble. He tried to ignore her flurry of curses and insults, and when Andrew tried to clamp her mouth shut, he ended up with a bitten hand. Isaac hauled Jacob, who moaned quietly, clutching his stomach. Isaac gritted his teeth. Jacob wouldn't be able to fight anytime soon; but how was he supposed to heal up? Isaac racked his mind for anyone in the Free Hawks who had at least some experience with medicine. He knew Thorn did have slight skills in medicine, but...


Isaac felt dread swirl inside of him as he realized it wouldn't be enough. Jacob needed expert healing hands, and his wounds were severe. Without a proper doctor, Jacob would die.


Thankfully, the funeral gathering was near the outskirts of town, which lead to the forests. The only thing standing in their way, was the gates. Isaac saw the shadows of the rest of his Free Hawks, waiting for him at the gates just as instructed. Shock overtook Isaac for a moment as he saw Shane opening the gates for them, accompanied by another injured woman. Isaac's eyes widened in quiet fury as he noticed her emblem, a sign of alliance to the King. Isaac clenched his jaw, wanting to punch Shane square in the face for what he's done, but shook it off for now; he would deal with Shane and the woman later. Right now, Jacob needed help. Isaac, with Jacob and his men who were carrying the fiery princesses entered through the gates, arriving at the outskirts of Lunaris. Just beyond, were the mighty forests, the Free Hawks's home. 


They stopped for a breather, and that's when the rest of the Free Hawks, about seven, appeared, dressed in the same sorry state as Isaac was; poorly. Thorn had led them all here, and Isaac nodded thanks to the young boy as he set Jacob down gently on the grassy floor.


"What happened to Jacob?" questioned Thorn, his hazel eyes wide with shock. "Well don't just stand there," scolded Lawrence. "Help the rest of them pick up the poor chap!" Thorn blinked, startled, and nodded quickly, going to the rest of the men who were circling Jacob, trying to carry him. Isaac glanced back at Cynthia, who was giving Shane possibly the dirtiest look possible, and Bramble, who was thrashing and rebelling at poor Andrew, whose usual cheery demeanor was replaced by an agitated and pained one. Isaac would've chuckled at this, if it weren't for the direness of the situation. Isaac turned his attention to Shane, and his lady friend, who was also on the ground, her expression filled with agony. Isaac glanced at her leg, which was also plagued with a nasty wound. Shane was talking to her softly, gently removing her hand from the injury. Isaac's gaze narrowed; he just wasn't sure on which side Shane was on. He was an inside source, but Isaac knew all those years near the royal family has definitely softened him up. He has brought with him a girl whose loyalties belong to King, but yet he helps Isaac and his comrades to escape through the gates. Isaac shook his head, hating the fact that he had no idea. 


Isaac went over to Andrew, slightly amused at his dilemma with Bramble. "Here," he offered. "Let me take her. You go and help the rest with Jacob." Andrew let go of her instantly, making sure she wouldn't just run off. Isaac wondered if he should've brought rope, but not all plans were picture-perfect, right? Isaac took both of Bramble's arms in an iron grip, hard enough to create just a few bruises. As he struggled to restrain he called out,  "Alright boys, we're heading out! Shane," he indicated, his gaze turning to Shane and the woman. "You're coming with us. As for her.." Isaac stared at the woman with calculating eyes, his gaze cold and judging. Finally, he said, "Bring her too. Another capture, let's say." With that, Isaac nodded to Eric. who followed the rest of the Free Hawks, Isaac included. What Isaac did not know, was that these two princesses were about to give them one hell of a hard time.


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Corliss held onto the guard, unable to resist. She turned back, looking over his shoulder. The fighting continued on... she was worried about her mom. Then she spotted her. Dead. Chest wound. She was laying on the cobble, lifeless. Corliss mouthed her name, a tear coming to her eye. Her vision was kind of spotty due to her blood loss. She then realized that there was nothing she could do... she must focus on preserving her own life now.


Once they got outside, she wiped the tear from her face and nodded to the guard, letting him lift her bloody hand. The wound was indeed, quite nasty. A steady flow of blood kept coming from it, and she had lost feeling in much of her thigh. It was impossible to walk at this point. She heard the guard's offer and quickly became confused. A guard? Helping these rebels? What on earth is going on... 


Before she could answer, she saw the blonde she had saw earlier. His stare gave her chills... or was it the blood loss... she couldn't tell. Apparently she had no say in the matter. She was now a captive. She swallowed hard and made her mind up that if she survived this, she would break herself and the princesses out of cap... captivi...ty. Her body was shaking now. She couldn't finish her thoughts. She put her hands back on the wound, forcing herself to stay conscious.


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[Emberskull]

Cynthia Theroulde


 


Cynthia cursed her restricting dress. Her legs were sticky with lifeblood, the beautiful satin of her gown was now stained with bright crimson, seeping through to her skin. Her face was set in stone, rebellion by itself. Meanwhile, her eyes were searching, hoping to see her sister's flamboyant hair through gaps between the man's legs and arms, but to no avail. At least she had assurance that her Bramble's mouth was still working, from the vile curses she was spitting like a cobra. It had to be enough for now.


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Shane Doyle
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Shane hung his head in shame at the princesses' comments. "I had no idea they intended on kidnapping you. I'm here to try and protect you two. Look, I hate your father. He had mine killed but you two and most of the people in the capital had nothing to do with this war. I'm doing what I think is best for everyone in this whole country. If you want to go back into that blood bath, by all means..." Shane gestured towards the capital, knowing that the Free Hawks would never really let them leave. 
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 Bramble Theroulde 
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The moment Bramble was released from the rebel grip, and Bramble gasped from breath, she was instantly roughing grabbed by the leader, the blonde. Harshly, in an almost bone crushing grip, and Bramble let out a hiss of breath, attempting to yank her arms away, which only hurt more. 


Bramble stopped her ranting, but she continued to struggle in the blondes grip, trodding hard on his foot occasionally, or attempting to kick back, kicking him in the knee or leg occasionally, her spirit was undeterred, but she felt any hope of getting away sinking as she was dragged further away from her home. From her mother. 


From the King. 


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Isaac Robinson of Tykanos

The Free Hawks started heading into the forests. The sky was turning to evening now, with the sun dipping over the horizon, and a cool little breeze settling in. The sky was painted pink, yellow and purple, and the sunset was breath-taking. The forest was blooming, green growth sprouting everywhere. The sound of birds could be heard faintly throughout the area, and the fading light made the greenery glow in an almost heavenly way. 


Isaac could've enjoyed the landscape, if it weren't for Bramble. Handling her was like handling hell, and Isaac wondered if he should've knocked both of them unconscious, to spare himself and the rest of the Free Hawks some peace and tranquility. Isaac groaned as Bramble stepped on his foot yet again, and Isaac was almost convinced that his toes were now all broken. At one point, he narrowly dodged a kick to the crotch, (thank God for that), but unfortunately, did not see the second kick to the knee coming. 


That was the final straw. 


Isaac clenched his jaw and yanked the princess to the side, telling his men that they'll catch up. Isaac backed Bramble against an oak tree, his expression exasperated. "Get that goddamn temper of yours under control. I don't tolerate my feet being practically broken," he snapped, and then huffed, adding (not minding his choice of words, of course), "And you call yourself a princess. What bullshit." 


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Bramble Theroulde 
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Bramble was a bit taken aback by the scenery, and even she stopped struggling a couple times to take it in. But it couldn't take away the pot of fear in her stomach. She had no idea what these men wanted with them, or where they were going. Bramble memorized their steps and turns, so she would know how to get back if they escaped.  Bramble was satisfied as she gave him another kick to the knee. The blonde stopped quite suddenly, allowing the others to go ahead before instantly backing her up against the tree, Bramble couldn't have sunk against it more if she tried, but she clenched her jaw and evenly matched his gaze as he snapped at her, then proceeded to insult her. 


"Oh, hang," Bramble snapped back. "Sorry if I'm not a compbliable enough captive." Bramble sarcastically stated, "Maybe you need to strengthen those bones, considering you jolly well almost got you're throat slashed open by a princess." Bramble retorted coolly, her blue eyes bright. 


"And you call yourself a rebel. What bullshit." Bramble added, mimicking the blonde as she attempted to maneuver around him, wanting to get back with the other rebels before he cut her throat himself. 


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Isaac Robinson of Tykanos
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Isaac stared at her, the memory of being beaten by Cynthia flashing before his eyes. Isaac felt heat rise at the mention of his humiliating defeat, and he was glad his men weren't here to hear that. She's got one hell of a sharp tongue, thought Isaac irritatedly. grabbing her arm again as she tried to maneuver past him. "Shut up," he answered, as he dragged her across the forest terrain in an attempt to catch up with everybody else, his grip tight on her arm. 


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Shane Finnegan
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Shane was helping Corliss alongside the Free Hawks but it was difficult to do so without hurting her already injured leg. "I'm sorry this is how things ended up. I'm kind of new to this whole rebellion thing and I'm not really sure how this works. I think these are good people and they don't want to hurt you but I'm honestly not sure." He wasn't exactly being reassuring but he was doing his best to offer Corliss some insight as to what was going on. "Hopefully we're almost there because we need to get that leg checked out and I know nothing about healing."
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As the two of them made their way forward, Shane overheard Bramble and Isaac's exchange. He couldn't help but laugh at the princess's retort. "Wow Isaac I think she just ended you." Shane pulled up alongside the leader of the Free Hawks, taking in his unfamiliar surroundings. "Are we almost there? She needs to be treated."
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 Bramble Theroulde 
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Bramble lips curved into a wry grin at the blondes reaction to her statement of Cynthia tricking him earlier, feeling some small victory over the blonde, some small power.


Her wry grin didn't fade as he roughly grabbed her by the arm, his grip tight on her arm, tight enough to make her flinch. As he yanked her forward she stumbled a bit, her skirts weighing her down, resisting against his grip, but strength wasn't her strong suit, and the blonde man dragged her along anyway, and Bramble pressed her lips together in anger. 


Bramble snorted at Shane's comment, still feeling angry and betrayed by him. Bramble didn't believe a word that came out of his mouth. Everyone hated her father. It was another to help kidnap his daughters. 


Bramble glared at Shane with her icy eyes as he pulled up next to "Isaac", as the blonde leader was called, dragging her roughly by the arm, her lips pressed thinly together, barely visible, growing flustered and more irritated as her black skirts snagged on branches and rocks. 


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Corliss chuckled lightly. She felt so clueless... which was uncommon for her. She just kept focusing on staying awake. "I think I would be dead now if you had not got me out of the capital... so thank you for helping me that much at least..." She kept an iron grip on her leg and started scanning the enviroment for herbs. Anything that could help her...


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As the sun set in the capital, the fighting had finally stopped. The amount of deaths was heartbreaking for both sides. Over 30 royal guards, 150 civilians, and the rest, presumed to be rebels, came to a total of 42. The streets were practically paved in blood and dead bodies. Clean up had begun while the king ordered everyone to stay in their homes until further notice. 


"What... do you mean... you still haven't found them." The king said in a deep and chilling voice. "Well my king... we searched all of Lunaris... there was no sign of the princesses. My guards are still looking as we speak." The king stared out a window, no reaction, until finally, he started to laugh... then laugh louder... then his laugh turned into a thunderous roar. The guard laughed along, foolishly. The king then turned and grabbed the guard by the throat. "So you are telling me... that all day... you and your men have only looked in Lunaris... but have not thought that my daughters could be elsewhere? YOU FOOL!" The king shoved the guard back and he tumbled to the ground, shaking.


"SEARCH ALL THE LANDS. I am ashamed that such an idiotic man is leading my troops. You have been demoted. Luke is now the captain. Go before your presence shames me more." The guard tried to keep a straight face, but he was obviously heartbroken. He bowed to the king's back and then left silently. The king was breaking more every second... these princesses need to be found... and soon.


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Isaac Robinson of Tykanos

Isaac didn't react to Shane's comment, but one could tell he hated the fact that he let a girl stand up to him like that. Isaac reminded himself not to underestimate these girls, especially Bramble. Isaac could only imagine what the King was up to no; probably ordering every guard available to search Lunaris. Isaac knew it wouldn't be long until the guards would come to the forests, and begin searching there. That would mean extra patrols, longer night shifts..thought Isaac, his wheels already turning for new plans. He was interrupted as Shane spoke, and Isaac turned to see the girl, Corliss, half-awake and practically being dragged across the forest floor. Isaac cringed inwardly as he saw her leg wound. Yes, it would definitely need to be treated. He clenched his jaw in frustration. The Free Hawks had enough to deal with. They didn't need another problem, especially when this one came from the side of the royals. Alas, despite his doubts, his moral sense won over. Only a monster would leave someone as injured as that to survive by herself in the woods, only to die a slow, inevitable death. 


Isaac could feel Bramble's irritation as they neared the camp, her dress was being ragged and torn from all the weeds and thorny bushes. "What's wrong, princess?" he asked, fake sympathy coating his tone. "Is the forest too much for that pretty little dress of yours? All ragged and torn. Well hey, at least you'll fit right in!" He smirked, amused. Before Bramble could contradict, though, they had finally reached their destination. There before them, covered immensely in dense trees and brambles, was the Free Hawk camp. 


It was a decently sized clearing, circled by tall, magnificent trees with many branches. The soil itself was a bit lumpy, and bushes dotted the glaze. In the center, was a withered out fire pit, stones circling it, and a large pot hanging over it, held up by some strong pieces of wood, with a few thin logs surrounding it. Not too far away, lay cabins, not too tall, but not too small. The cabins looked as if they wouldn't last a day if they could, let alone shield in a full-on storm. Despite these doubts, the cabins were sturdy, and even if not the best-looking inside and out, they were all the Free Hawks got. Wood was stacked against a trunk of a tree, and supplies and various amounts of clothes and weapons lay miscellaneously on the ground, in a very unimpressive pile. Though now known for kidnapping the princesses, the Free Hawks were definitely not known to be clean and neat. Somehow, though, every man knew where everything was (miraculously), and it wasn't a very big problem. On the trees, were tiny platforms of wood, best used for spying out from up high. 

(Except the cabins are taller, and the ground is grassier.)


Isaac watched as his Free Hawks, have been already beaten Isaac and the rest to it, were busy with maintaining the camp. Eric was tending to the fire, seeing that night was almost upon them, while Roland and a fellow Free Hawk, Marcus, were sharpening arrows, swords and such. It also seemed patrols had already been sent. Isaac's gaze instantly landed on one particular cabin; his mother's. Martha was being helped down by Andrew, who's hand was covered in bandage. The leader knew his mother was going to Jacob, who was in a cabin, in critical condition. Isaac cursed himself for forgetting about his own mother's skills in medicine. It wasn't much, more than Thorn's for sure, but still, would it be enough to save Jacob? Isaac glanced at Corliss, knowing they had to treat her as well. 


"Isaac!" Lawrence's voice cut through Isaac's thoughts. Lawrence was jogging towards him, saying, "Before you ask, it's alright. Patrols had already been sent, fire tended, and the princess, Cynthia, has been secured in Thorn's cabin." Isaac blinked, and then smiled slightly. Thank goodness for Lawrence. "But where is Thorn going to sleep?" he asked. "With Martha," answered Lawrence. "We set up a hammock in Martha's cabin for him." Isaac nodded, relieved. He glanced at Bramble. "I'll go bring her to Thorn's cabin. Shane, get Corliss to my mother, and Lawrence, get me some rope." Lawrence nodded immediately, and a few moments later, Isaac had a nice cord of rope in his hand. Isaac led Bramble to Thorn's cabin, and once there, he shoved her inside. Now, Thorn's cabin was indeed the smallest, but it still had room to fit two hay piles (sorry excuses for beds), and a bucket. A small window illuminated the room in evening light, and as Isaac shoved Bramble in and went inside himself, he saw Cynthia. Her hands were bound by rope, and her fiery hair was loose, cascading down her shoulders like a river. Isaac averted his gaze and closed the door behind him, held out the rope and gazed expectantly at her, eyebrow raised.


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Bramble gave Isaac one last, hard trod on his foot as he shoved her into the shabby cabin, Bramble stumbled, glaring at Isaac with cold eyes before turning her back to him to look around the room.  Bramble's blue eyes flicked around the room, she grimaced at the sight. 


"What rum," Bramble muttered, her eyes landing on the hay piles, grimacing. 


The King had lost one daughter, and he'd vowed to kill everyone. What would happen when they took two? What about the innocents? The children? The helpless families the King would unleash his wraith on. Bramble looked at her sister, bound by her hands, Bramble pressed her lips thinly together at the sight. 


"You!" Bramble snarled, her blue eyes flaring a brilliant bright blue. "You!" 


Bramble had dashed over to the bucket in one graceful motion, picking it up and throwing it, hard, directly at Issac. Bramble seethed with anger, knowing he'd just condemned more to die by kidnapping them, and at seeing the the sorry state her sister was in. 


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Isaac Robinson of Tykanos

"Goddammit!"


Before Isaac knew it, Bramble had whacked him with the bucket, doubling the pain. First his foot (again), and now, a bucket. "Hey, Isaac, having trouble?" Lawrence's faint call resonated from outside. "No," answered Isaac grimly, glaring at Bramble, his own cerulean blue eyes sparking up in anger, while he stood there, wincing. "I'm perfectly fine!" he lied, gripping the rope. He looked at Bramble, noticing her agitated state. "If this is about the beds, then I'm so sorry to inform to her Highness that we ran out of cloth. So you'll either live with it, or you'll be spending the rest of your visit sleeping out in the cold." Isaac stared at her, waiting for her answer. Isaac knew she was a princess, but he had no intentions of humbling himself in front of her. Maybe it was pride, or simply because of the turbulently changing times. Isaac had enough of bowing down, of humbling himself to the lowest possible level just to survive. It was like that in the past. Isaac will never forget the countless days and nights he went to bed hungry, feeling the cold chill, the constant fighting between his parents serving as a lullaby. He had to serve many masters to help his mother earn money, forcing himself to abase himself just to keep those meager jobs. 


These girls didn't know what it really means to suffer, humble down to the lowest level just to survive. Isaac wondered if these girls would ever gain the knowledge, certainly not with their lavish lifestyle. But Isaac did not envy them. Wishing to live like a King, especially one like King Audric, is as bad as meeting death itself. Isaac never allowed himself to be tempted. What he did allow, was the temptation of freedom. Freedom from the King, freedom from poverty, freedom from the dark past he had to live through just to get here. Isaac knew, that one way or another, these princesses, as long as they are here, will at least get a taste of what it is like to really endure. 


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"Oh hang," Bramble snarled, exasperated at his continuous treatment of him thinking her a spoiled brat. "You aren't the brightest leader." Bramble mused with a hint of amusement to her tone and a faintest of a wry grin curving her lips, before regaining her angry scowl. 


"You don't seem to have a clue to what your doing. You're doing a rum job at being a leader." Bramble said with her sharp-tongue, that often was spoken too much, she'd always been the mischievous one though. "The King is aggrieved. He snaps when Aaliyah is killed, how far do you think he will go now?" Bramble hissed angrily, not referring to the King as her father. He wasn't. Maybe when they are younger, but not anymore. 


Bramble's eyes seemed to glow, a mixture of fear, anger and worry in them as she said. "How many innocents have you killed? Because of your actions? I hope it was worth the effort. " Bramble said softening a little, before regaining her feiry attitude. She took a step towards him, but maintained out of arms reach. "So when the King comes," Bramble began in a tone as cold as ice. "And he kills you're friends and any remnants of you're family remaining. Know that their blood is on your hands. " Bramble said, her ice eyes flaring brightly as she stared right into his eyes. Bramble was lashing out, for Aaliyah. It was what she did. Bramble didn't cry. She buried it. The words were harsh and bitter, even for Bramble. 


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Corliss looked around at her surroundings. These were bad conditions... but not too much worse than Woodhaerst. She would have no trouble staying here. The similar conditions almost gave her a feeling of being home... with her mother... her recently deceased mother... the last family member she had. Regardless, she became more and more relaxed... very relaxed... until thump - she fell to the ground, dirt covering her face. Her heart rate slowed down a little. The blood loss was finally getting to her. She breathed gently, hearing muffled conversation around the camp as she stared ahead blankly. Her hand released the bundle of herbs she had found along the way. Corliss had finally accepted it... she would, most likely, die.


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