Warrior Princess

Change is Good or Bad

“Charge!!”

I raise my sword and ride forward to the enemies, killing as many foes as I can.

According to Griffin -one of our generals, there were 9,000 calvary on horseback and 8,000 on foot on the enemy side. He’s cold and I believe he hates me in a way. I force my doubts down with all my might; The battle will flow.

Some explosion forces me off my horse within seconds.

Feeling scared already, I run into an empty area to rest. Catching my breath made me a little relaxed than usual. Deep down, I had second thoughts. Will the soldiers find me here?

“Hello there.”

“KYAH-ha!” I screamed, almost dropping my sword. I turn around and realized it was an older guy in the Toran uniform, drinking some alcohol. “Don’t scare me like that!”

“I see you’re in a uniform, too.” He said.

I’m sure he wants to kill me, so I distance myself. “Well, I’ve been fighting for my country. Why are you here?”

The man inquired if I was thinking about my father.

“Have you seen him around by a chance?” I look at him.

Drunk man grinned, “I haven’t, kid. Last I heard, he ran away.”

What he said confused me. My father had never fled from battle before. These men lie to know my weakness.

“He doesn’t run away!” I screamed. “Dad’s a fighter for our kingdom.”

Drunk Man smiled slightly and knowingly, then fixed his stare as if he wanted a piece of me. I couldn't stop the mess in my mind. He stepped closer and I try to run, but he grabbed my hand so tight that I scream.

Was this a way to kill me? The surrounding air seemed hazy and thick that I, too, had lost my way.

“Sir, who betrayed Rosma?” I mutter.

He didn’t tell me anything, but he knocked me out with one swing. The last thing I heard was: “Griffon told us everything, your majesty.”

For hours, it trapped me in an endless abyss, hoping to find my way out. Drunk Man had gotten to me first during the conversation and I regret it.

And Griffin. He wanted us to lose in the first place and let my father die. The death scene was in front of me and I felt anger and grief.

I’m tied up and gagged. It seemed like this is the Toran camp and I became a captive for.

A young soldier -Finn- rushed to the edge of the cage after I woke up. “Your highness,” he said through an exhausted voice. “You’re in the Toran camp.”

I can only muffle words to Finn who nodded. He knew what I was asking. “He’s not here, sorry.”

I sigh with relief. Dad wasn’t dead. Besides, I saw him a few hours ago. He was just injured, retreating home, or at another POW camp. My mom and sisters are probably worried sick about me; They’re awaiting a soon-to-be invasion at home!

The Drunk Man was an i***t, and I hated Griffin for betraying us. Worst of all, I didn’t plan this part of the war.

“Oh god, what’s gonna happen to me? Tell me!” was all I could muffle from the gag.

Finn shook his head. The pain in my chest tightened its grip as I slowly absorbed the reality of my situation.

Prisoner of War.

I would face a choice from here on out. These soldiers want me to do as they say, by all means. But this craziness is far from over.