Agnes Rock

Who She Is.

Agnes eyes drifted to her toes. There was a golden anklet on one of her legs, having the same design as the one with Agnes.

‘She’s the reason I’m here.’ He chirped happily.

He took a step forward but was cut short by a flying arrow flying above his head.

“Uhh.” He groaned.

He quickly hid himself, he took several breathes and came out of his hideout and saw the said Lady giving orders to her army of fighters.

She pointed at two soldiers who were probably the only ones alive. “I need you to get these soldiers back to our camp and we see what information we are going to get out of them.”

“Yes ma’am.” The fighters bowed to her and dragged the soldiers away. She followed them and walked away. All the time Agnes is always following her around, seeing if he could see a perfect time to approach her but no time is perfect since she’s always with weapons trying to safeguard herself.

After walking for a long time, the lady and her army of fighters passed a high mountain and high current river, then they arrived at a vast land full of campers, well more like soldiers. Agnes stayed far away but could see that all the people passing bows before the lady.

They met with a person who took her to a tent, she backed some orders at the fighters holding the soldiers captive. The soldiers were dragged away, then she entered the tent.

Agnes hid and waited until night fell, he sneaked into the campsite and saw that there was nobody there, only few soldiers. He turned around but heard a faint chanting.

He quickly hid when he heard footsteps approaching. He made sure one of the guards at the camp site had gone until he came out and begin to trace where the voice came from. He traced the voices to another isolated area, but this one is more of a meeting place. Everyone else is seated on the floor while a man, a older man is seated on a high chair.

Agnes couldn’t hear what the man was saying but by the way he was gesticulating it’d probably be something serious. He moved a little bit closer and the voices were within his ear reach.

“We don’t have to fail.” The man said.

“If we fail, then it’s over. Only her could save us that’s why that beast of a man is keeping her in his main capital with tons of soldiers watching her.” The man sighs.

“We’ve chosen some of our ones to go for different missions but because this is an important mission. We wouldn’t rant to risk our hideout we’ll be sending a warrior. Just a person.”

A warrior stood up,a young man who is probably in his mid twenties. “Master Kaeman, I wish to serve this country and erase all sorts of corruption even at the cost of my life.” The warrior crossed his right hand over his chest and bowed slightly.

The old man named Master Kaeman stood up from the high chair and approached the young man, he held him by the shoulder and raised his slightly bowed head, “No Marius. We would have sent a lot of people but we need someone that’s been born into these kind of things. We need someone, someone like Amelita.”

All heads turned to a person and then the said lady stood up.

‘Oh crap. I know who she is now.’