Prologue
Evelyn calmly placed her sharpened sword back within its scabbard then turning to finish packing her small bag with one thing in her mind, she needed to leave tonight or the early morning at latest, they would be coming for her. Throwing some apples in her pack, taking a last look around her temporary room that she had almost called home, she pulled a black scarf over her face and wrapped her black cloak around her walking out the door and out of her home of Daein forever.
Evelyn was a beginning sword master with raw talent which her own master had found impressionable. Her short black hair and strong jaded eyes would cut down any enemy's moral before she had even drawn her sword. Her tall lanky stature gave her a strange beauty which only propre men could admire from a far and others would stay away from at any chance. Yet all beauty is not without its own thorns and flaws, a deep scar stained her face from eyebrow to cheek not only darkening her features but marking her a street fighter. The most dangerous kind of fighter of course because they have no control over what strength they hold and no one knows to what extent that goes to.
The war had begun, the war which had continued under quiet whispers for the last 5 years, Daein had taken everything to the next level when they seized Crimea killing the whole royal family or so most people thought but Evelyn knew better. She had contacts which fed her information since she was not exactly a friend of the current king of her country. She felt that Daein needed a compassionate King one who would bring Daein to create a united country, a united world. This king if you could be so bold to call him that preferred domination, killings, destroying, and crushing any threat to get what he wanted. Her Master had warned her against him explaining everything to her, he frequently spoke out against the so called king and for that he had been arrested. The next morning she had watched as he was hung in the town square as an example to what happens to those who oppose power.
That's why she needed to leave, she would be next no doubt about that, she had helped her Master and encouraged him in his protests against Daein's evil rule. She'd been beaten in the streets several times but she knew the next time the officials stopped her she would be killed. There was a chance she could take refuge in Begnion, she had traveled there several times and knew a few peasants who could maybe help her. She also knew a few laguze who would maybe lend a hand, a certain Janaff owed her a favor anyway, and she knew the hawk would agree even if it meant fighting a few Daein's.
Moving slyly through the town it took her only ten minutes although escaping narrowly 5 officials in search of some fun, in which meant a beating or a death that night depending if they were in a good mood or not. Running through the forest she didn't stop until she could no breath, satisfied that she was deep enough in the forest that no one would follow her she continued until the sun was high in the sky before stopping near a stream for lunch.
Well so far so good, she thought, maybe I'll be able to get a good nights sleep soon without the worry that I'll end up having an "accident" ending in death..
Rhys starred into the moonlight sky praying silently for the journey to come, they would rest here for another two weeks then make for the Daein border hoping to pass into Crimea with a new army headed by Ike.
Rhys had a red- blonde like hair with deep, compassionate eyes that only a healer of his experience could hold. He had seen many of his friends fall including his whole family at the hands of Daein. All he could do now was do what little he could to aid Ike and his company in retaking Crimea and defeating the rule of someone who kills without thought.
"Oh hello Rhys, I didn't know anyone else was still awake." A blue haired determined looking young man said entering out on to the terrace.
"Good evening Ike, like you I didn't think anyone would be awake, I couldn't sleep so I came up here to pray a little." replied the sorrowful healer.
"I see, you should of course try to sleep, we will need our healer to keep us all alive, and don't worry with such a army as ours we will not fail. After all look who we have Soren, Titania, Illyanna, Zihark, Boyd, and you, the one who literally keeps us all going. Come on old friend try not to worry so much, I'm sure we will be fine. Now go and try to get some sleep and that is an order." Ike finished smirking at Rhys understanding fully what he was feeling, but also determined to continue his mission he understood that he would get the princess back to Crimea at all costs.
As Rhys left he thought the same thing as Ike, but he wondered if the cost would be too high..
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Walking into the stable to give his horse a nighttime snack, Oscar placed his lantern on the hook above the stall and then noticed a tall women with dark purple hair jump in a startled manner breathing out a sigh of relief as her eyes fell upon her visitor.
"Oh Oscar its just you... I thought perhaps, well that wouldn't make any sense I know we are safe here under the apostle wing but..." the girl trailed off turning back to brushing a brown horse.
"We all feel a little off, scared, and anxious as to what is to come. Um isn't that my horse Mia? I didn't know you liked horses, actually I had the impression you were a little afraid of them," Oscar replied to her trailing statement with a flick of his short green hair and bright eyes gleaming.
"I don't know why but I've taken to him, I was trying to get my mind off things, I hope you don't mind," Mia finished turning to put away the brush but tripped over a pale and braced herself for a hard fall but instead she felt two arms encircle her and pull her upright.
" She seems to have taken to you... and I don't blame her." whispered Oscar awkwardly turning a light pink. Mia didn't seem to have any words although she tried speaking it did not work out quit well for her. Although against her will her face ended in a nice crimson and unable to take the embarrassment as a blow to her dignity she broke free of Oscars arms and ran out into the night as the rain started to poor.
Oscar very confused and slightly hurt by her reaction watched the fleeing Mia and turned to his horse, "I guess that was a too straight forward comment? But usually she is the straight forward one..."Oscar handed the horse an apple and sat contemplating what had happened for a very long time until he fell asleep next to his horse only waking in the wee morning to the kisses of the ever affectionate partner.
This is a prologue so it has a lot of details, I hope I didn't bore you too much. And I hope I peeked your interest enough to read and review. XD Till next time then...
Evelyn