Deepest Part of You

PitFall

Chapter 19. 

       The carriage’s door suddenly opened, along with bright outside lights that dazzling their eyes. They both startled and moving away from each other.

      Seth cleared his throat, “Thank you.” He’s finally responded, before guiding her out of the carriage.

      “Sire, Princess Bianca have been waiting for you in your room.. She wants a word with you, immediately.” Tanek notified him.

      “Yes, thanks.” He said briefly. Yeah, great timing counsellor! Seth glanced at her for a second, before looking at Tanek. “Gather the council, I need to talk with them as soon as possible. And please take Princess Vi to the guest room.”

      Noticing his look, Violet kept her emotionless-face, just until she knew no body’s looking. When Seth turned his back and went inside she then exhaled. Wake up, Violet! What just happened back there?! You almost kiss somebody’s fiancée. She just can’t believe herself for letting her guard down, and—obviously, keep forgetting that he’s engaged.

    Just forget whatever delusion-happened in the carriage! You saw him yourself-- he can’t hardly wait to see her, leaving her to be with his fiancée. She exhaled with her weak smile when she faced down.

    Violet is about to take a step inside when Tanek suddenly harshly grip her arm, and take her teleporting.

    His rage is shown all over his face. Ask for a meeting with the council, and take her to a guest room? He’s going to let this swine princess go! What a weak Prince! Time for plan B.

    They appeared in a place near the castle,-- since Violet still can see the castle from where she stand. It’s an open field filled with tents, a base camp area for their troops.

    “Why did you take me here?” asked Violet with a race heartbeat.

    “This morning, our troops who were sent to search for King Mark, just got back.” He explained—Lying actually, while dragging her across the field, towards the tents. “Many of them are wounded, so you’re gonna help us by healing every one of them!”

    “I won’t do it! Especially without your Prince’s approval!”  Violet tried to escape from his grip, releasing his grip by opening his finger with her hand, but Tanek rudely shook her body and continue to drag her, forcing her to keep his step up. Violet happened to notice a tattoo on the back of his hand that gripped her. A black fire tattoos.

    “You will do it! You useless fairy!”

    Violet dropped to the soil with both hands, when Tanek pushed her inside the tent. Inside that tent lies eight wounded guards, lies on each of their bed.

    “You! Make sure she heals my prior-troops! As many as she can!” He yelled at one of his subordinates, Violet noticed the wizard has the same tattoos with Tanek. Is that their kingdom’s trademark tattoos? She doesn’t recall Seth to have one.

    The wizard who guard her, starting to do what his superior told him. He dragged her to the closest bed with the wounded wizard on it. Violet know she has to stall as long as she can—at least until Seth realized she’s not in the guest room, and looked for her? Assuming he will check on her.

    Before starting to heal the wizard on bed, Violet take a chance to look at his hand, searching whether he got the same tattoos with Tanek or not. And if this wizard has it, she’s gonna stall a little bit more.

    “..I-I think I need to recharged my strength.. if I could have a bite to eat, or something to drink—that would be lovely.. I-I just got back too, from being captured by the werewolf.” She noticed the same tattoos, and tried to buy herself some time.

    There’s definitely something wrong about Tanek, and I’m not going to help him by putting his troops back-in-a-good-shapes together. Her instinct told her so.

   “No! Do your job now!” The wizard who guard her, gave her a little push.

   “Please.. I’m starving, my power won’t work well, I’m drained out.”

   The wizard guard decided to turned his back, heading toward a wooden bedside table with a bread and some foods on its plate. He took a bread and meant to give it to Violet, but when he turned back again, Violet is already gone.

     She quickly snuck outside the tent, she was thinking about running through the field to go back to the castle, but she has to abort her plan. She heard the guard swearing for losing her, that means I don’t have much time.

     She barged in to one tent, a tent without lights inside—assuming it’s an empty tent. She’s hoping that with all those tents there, the guard who’s looking for her won’t find her easily. And maybe find a wizard guards without the same tattoos to help her?

     She tried not to make a sound at all in the storage-tent she’s hiding. Even though it’s guard-free, she got to keep moving. She got a chance to change tent for hiding, when suddenly inside the tent goes bright.

     Four guards—all four have the same tattoos, came inside the tent. Two guards stand by the front, and the other two came from her back. One of them is the appointed guard that looking for her.

     “Well.. well, what do we have here!!” said the biggest guard, he seems pleased.

     “Don’t do anything stupid. She’s THE fairy, she supposed to heal our men.”

     “Yeah? Where’s it wings? Besides, I do need to be healed! It’s been a while since we’ve got ourselves a lady, right guys?”

     What's happen with tonight?! Tonight must be the jerk's night, because she just kept meet one!

     Violet search around the tent for things she can use for defending herself. Logs, armours,-- her eyes finally caught a small pile of blades, she grabbed it instantly.

    The big guards chuckled—underestimating her since they can overcome her easily with their magic power. All of them slowly approached her, cornered her by encircle her.

    They all trying to take the blade from her hand or catch her, but she fiercely swinging her blade, protecting herself. The big guard almost reach her back when she cut his forearm.

    He’s instantly mad. “You b***h--!!”

    Violet didn’t get a chance to avoid when a log flew-hitting her head. She fell on the ground, her head is spinning and she can feel her eyebrow’s-edge near her temple hurts a lot. The same pain goes on her left cheek too.

    She was trying to recover for a while when the big guard grab her arm, and pull—forcing her to stand. “Somebody has to teach you a lesson.” He said while locked her body in his arm.

    “RELEASE ME!!” Violet struggled hard, when she’s got a chance she stepped on his foot and elbowing his solar plexus with all the strength she’s got.

    The big guard spontaneously in a great pain, and push her away—harshly, before squirming in pain on the soil. Violet is now in another guard’s locked, who pushed her body to his friend beside him, his friend pushed her too and so on, as if she were a giant ball to play with. Violet is already feeling sick even before the mocking-push around.

    She felt one big pushed from the guard, before loss counts of how many rounds she has been pushed. Maybe she’ll puke, or die for too much dizziness, or just faint, she doesn’t know anymore. She was just about giving up when suddenly a sturdy chest and arm, catch her body gently but steady.

    She can feel her head-spinning is not yet gone and her eyes are still metaphorically-rolling, her vision is a little bit blurry but she knew exactly who’s holding her.

    She feels secured right away.