"Release me!!!" I yelled, squirming with all my might, but no matter how hard I kicked, punched or wriggled, the man's grip stayed clamped to my waist like an iron vice. I tried to bite his hand, I yanked my head towards his fingers, opening my mouth wide, but before my teeth could even come close to his flesh, he turned me around violently and shoved me harshly to the ground. I landed with great force, causing my body to sting with pain. A gold knee high sandle pressed its self against my flat chest. Hands seized my wrists, tying them with coarse ropes. I tried to continue my struggle, but every time I made a sudden movement, the golden sandle continued to crush my chest.
"Don't even try to escape, we're strong men, and could kill you with a simple blow." The man who owned the sandle spoke with a slur, his voice was vulagar, and his accent was foreign.
"Who are you? I demmand you to release me! I am Princess Chry--." I stopped, my eyes widened as I heard the deathly swish of a knife being unsheathed. I shuddered furiosly as the man who owned the sandle revealed his revolting blood caked face. He brought his copper dagger to my throat, it's coldnes made me quiver some more.
"I don't care at all who you are! Even if you were the Queen of Greece! I'm doing my job, Ok. I was asked to capture you by this man called 'leo something', and so I'm doing what I have been told. If you decide to say anything else, I will slit your neck with just one flick of my wrist. Do you understand?"
I didn't have a choice, as long as I had an option to keep my life, I had to take it. I nodded to show the man that I understood him, he slipped the knife away from my throat, then grabbed the back of my tunic, hauling my up like a heavy load, back unto my feet. My hands were tied tightly together, another man was holding the end of the rope. He was just as vulgar as the golden sandle man. I diverted my eyes from his hungry gaze, and focused on the ground. Tears were beginning to smart my eyes. This couldn't be happening, why was it happenning?
It was also beginning to daunte on me that 'Leo something' could atcually be Leonidas, but why? He had no reason to do this, I'm sure of it. The man holding the end of the rope tugged, meaning for me to follow. The men walked deeper into the forest that was situated in the palace gardens. Leonidas and I usually Practice archery just outside this forest. The forest is said to lead into the city, but Leonidas and I have never actually explored it .The man holding my rope tugged it evenharder, almost lifting me up from the ground.
"Hurry up, we don't have all day." The man dragged me forward with more effort, so now I had to try and keep up with my own hands. Trees beat my body like whipping canes as he pulled me through the cluster of trees. Night had finally arrived, the moon glowed radiantly above me. The stars were as bright as the gods, clashing with the pitch-black blanket,but I felt nothing for this extrodinary beauty. How could I when I was being dragged into an unfamiliar and dangerous world.
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I tried looking for some form of escape, anything that could free me from the ropes clinging unto my wrists, but no matter how hard I tired, I couldn't really concentrate, the men were pulling me so hard I couldn't even stop to breath. By now they were both cluthching unto the ropes, so the force pulling me was greater than before, I was practically running. They seemed to be in a hurry, night had finally taken over so it was as dark as hades.
"Hurry up girl, we haven't got much time." I didn't really know what they ment, but the men were beginnig to jog, and every so often glanceing over their shoulders, as if something was following them. They started mumbling between themselves, I couldn't really catch what they were saying, I was feeling tired, it seemed like we'ed been running in the forrest for centuries.
Then I heard the shouting from behind me.
"STOP! RELEASE THE PRINCESS THIS INSATNCE!"The palace guards, they had come for my rescue!!! My heart felt light, there was new hope. I tried slowing down so the guards could catch up with us, but my kidnappers had much different ideas, one of them let go of the rope, turned around and with great strength, picked me up by the waist and slung me over his shoulders.
"LET GO!" I screamed, I couldn't let this happen, I was so close to being returned back home. I beat the man's back with my foot, using all the strength I had left in my thighs. But it was no use, the men could run faster now, they picked up their pace, almost sprinting, dodging left and right, jumping rocks, and tree stumps. The foosteps and voices of the guards seemed to be fading, this made me even more angry, I punched the man holding me, in the face. He staggered a little, and grunted, then held my hands down with his own.
"If you hit me one more time, your dead!!! You hear me dead!" He screamed into my face, his wine stained breath curled itself around my nose, making me cough. An opening in the forrest was looming ahead of us, the men ran faster now, the guards sounded like minute ants behind us. Everywhere around me became a blurr as they ran, my hair had become undone and was slapping me around the face. The opening was getting wider and wider,bringing new light into the dark forrest. A few more steps, and I would be away from my palace grounds, for what will seem like forever.
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