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This Is The Line -One-

*I'll warn you now, this might seem like a completely stupid idea for a story but hey, it seems like a cool idea to me :P lol Anyway, story inspired by This Is The Line by Demon Hunter (yes, i like metal music, don't judge -_-) So...yeah...I'll be writing this story like I used to do and...yeah...bye ^_^
-Lexa*

???: Stop!

I whipped my head around and looked up through the fringe of my hair. Great, just great.

Me: *straightens up* What, William?
Will: I...are you...?
Me: *shrugs* Yeah. I can't stand it here.
Will: You can't just run away. Father would find you no matter what.
Me: I don't care. As long as I could get away from here for at least a little while.
Will: You're the worst princess in history, you know that? *chuckles*

I laughed and shrugged again, grimacing a little to the word 'princess'. I'm really nothing like that. Nothing like the others, girly with frilly clothes. I've always hated that since I was a kid.

Will: Still, you should get back inside. You have a big day tomorrow.
Me: *sits on a bench* For what?
Will: *raises an eyebrow* Father didn't tell you? You're meeting some prince tomorrow.
Me: *closes my eyes and sighs* An arranged marriage. Of course, that's the first thing father wants to do now that I've turned 18.
Will: It can't be that bad, sis.
Me: I don't even know the guy. I wouldn't dare marry someone I don't know.
Will: Well, you'll have to. If you don't, father would have your head.

We were both silent after that. Of course he would. That's just the kind of man he is, if he doesn't get his way, you're dead. And it doesn't matter if you're family or not.

It's pretty scary to think about.

***

I panted, looking behind me to make sure no one was behind me and leaned against a near tree, closing my eyes. I must've looked pretty idiotic. The bottom of my dress was tattered, my hair was a mess and my right sleeve was half ripped from the top.

???: You alright?

I looked around and stepped back slightly. In front of me was a man with long black hair tied up, a sword securely in it's scabbard (the sword holder thing. lol :P). He looks like he could be one of fathers' men but...I haven't seen him before.

He glanced down at my dress and raised an eyebrow.

???: Pretty fancy dress for it to be tattered like that.
Me: *snaps out of it* Um...yeah I guess. Not good to go running in the woods with this.
???: Especially with heels like those. *raises an eyebrow* Where were you before this? 
Me: Erm...well, I was-
??: Come back here and fight like a man!

We both looked back and saw a man standing a few meters away, grinning.

??: Or does this mean I've won?
???: *yells back* In your dreams, Devon!
Me: *raises an eyebrow* Am I interupting something?
???: Not unless you'd like to join. *grins*
Devon: *from behind me* Right, Michael, like a woman could fight.
Me: *chuckles and holds my hand out to Michael*
Michael: *shrugs and hands over his sword* I'll use yours, Devon. I'll fight her first.
Devon: Of course, the two amatures will fight. *laughs*

The sword felt heavy in my hand but I tried not to show it.

Michael: I'll go easy, alright?
Me: *smirks* No need.

I mentally cursed at myself at my bravery. I guess I'll just let my instincts take over.

Michael: *shrugs* Alright then.

-10 minutes later-

Our two swords hit together, creating sound throughout the woods. I smiled as the swift movement of my sword sliced through the thin material of his dress-shirt.

Michael: *throws his free hand up and smiles* Alright, you win.

We both looked towards Devon, who's jaw was dropped open and laughed.

Devon: A woman, I repeat, a WOMAN, beat you, man. Are you that bad?
Michael: *laughs and shakes his head* No, she's just that good. She'd probably beat you too.
Me: *laughs* I would love to but...I think I should be getting back.
Michael: Oh yeah, where DID you come from anyway?
Me: Well...
Devon: Oh! *grabs my arm* Come here.

He lead me to a small wooden table with a peice of paper layed on top of it.

Devon: Read it. *smiles*
Me: *starts reading aloud* "Fire surround in cleansing repose
Letting the filth, like venom it flows." *raises an eyebrow* What's this?
Michael: A script. We're hoping it'll be finished after the war has ended.
Me: War?
Devon: Between us and the king and his men. We'll show those low-lives what we're made of.

I stood frozen in place, eyes wide. A war with my father? Yes, I know he isn't the best but...has he really done such horrible things to start a war? No, this will never happen. They're just living a dream.

Michael: We'd like for you to join. If you would...you alright?
Me: *blinks and turns to him* I'm fine. But I'll...think about it. I have to get going. *hands his sword back and runs*

A war. Would that really happen? Or is that all just a silly dream of theirs?

*Hope you all liked it. I hope it wasn't too...weird. lol Bye for now ^_^
-Lexa*

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