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Started April 29, 2018 by Deleted user

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Azalea bit her lip before finally nodding.
“I understand,” she whispered before taking a deep breath. “We’ll get moving once the sun rises. If we linger, they might get to us.”

(How should I jump in?)

(That’s honestly up to you. However, it would be best if they don’t meet that quickly.)

K.

"Right," Nyir agreed. She glanced at the girl, her eyes softening. She looked so small and frightened in the dim light. She offered what she hoped was a kind smile. "Get some sleep, Princess. Night won't last forever."

Azalea nodded, smiling back as best as she could before laying back down, bringing her knees to her chest once more.
Azalea knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep peacefully, but Nyir was right. She needed to rest. Nyir was trained to have a higher endurance. Azalea was not.
“Goodnight, Nyir,” she mumbled quietly.

"Goodnight," she whispered back before returning to her post outside the tent. Her hands gripped the handle of her sword and she waited for morning to arrive.

Azalea felt a pang of nausea hit her the minute she woke up, but she dared not throw up. Pulling herself to her feet and wiping her tear-stained face, Azalea exited the camp. She felt hungry, but Azalea didn’t think that she could stomach any food.
Azalea’s eyes searched around for Nyir, but when she could not find her, she began to panic.
Had Nyir left? Did Nyir realize Azalea would only be a burden to her, and that she was better off alone?
No! Azalea shook her head. Nyir is better than that. Maybe she met with some trouble…

She watched as the castle burned to the ground. She knew it was inevitable, but she felt helpless, sitting there, watching it burn. The flames reflected in her eyes……….vengeance. She was loyal to the king after the money he generously gave her to treat her father. The one who had just died.. The only family member she had.….Then she saw a group of survivors running away from the battle. So she went over to investigate to find the king's daughter along with her group of bodyguards. Protect the princess. She immediately thought as she silently followed the group, not wanting to see anymore bloodshed. She knew this was what the king wanted and she might be their only hope. She didn't show herself. Lets see what she's made of. She knew if she was going to save this world, she needed to learn and experience is the best teacher.

Lucian’s eyes flicked up at the other medic occasionally. She was a very quiet woman, never spoke to him much outside of work. But he supposed it was fine, he was usually working anyways. He finished the paper he had been working on, setting it aside with a stack of others. He ran a hand over his eyes, exhaling slowly and softly.

Nyir returned from scouting the perimeter, her eyes narrowed in suspicion. She had a feeling someone was following them, but after looking around extensively, there seemed to be no other signs besides her gut feeling. She decided to let it go, but stay on high alert. No harm could come to her princess, not while she still breathed.

As she returned to the clearing by the tent, she saw Azalea standing near the tent looking frantic. The hopeless look in her eyes sent a pang of agony through Nyir's heart. She kept her expression neutral. "Good morning, Princess," she called.

When Azalea heard Nyir's voice, she felt all her panic wash away.
"Nyir," she breathed out in relief. "I… I didn't see you when I woke up, and I thought…" squeezing her eyes shut, Azalea shook her head. "Never mind… I'm glad you're still here…"
Her breathing steady, Azalea turned back to put away the tent. She was no princess, not anymore. That meant she had to work to keep herself alive. Azalea bit her lip.
"Nyir…?" she called out tentatively. "Could you… could you teach me how to fight?"

Nyir regarded her calmly. "That is a wise idea. Take a few days to rest, and I will begin teaching you soon." She headed towards their small fire pit, rekindling the fire and beginning to cook what little they had managed to bring with them. As she poked the fire, her eyes unfocused, the fire turning into a burning castle. Her fiancé's face flashed through her mind. She shook those thoughts away. She needed to focus on the present.

Azalea watched Nyir with sad eyes. She knew how much Nyir had to lose. It all would have been avoided if her father had agreed to the demands of Sebastian, the Emperor who attacked her beloved land and burned it to the ground. Nyir would still be happy. Lives wouldn't have been lost. If only she had been confined to her castle… If only she hadn't been as enchanting and pretty as people claimed her to be.
Silently, Azalea began to put away the tent, lost in thought.
Seven warriors, she heard her father's voice in her head. Seven strong, powerful warriors. Find them. Survive. Then take revenge on that bastard of an emperor. You can do that, can't you, Azalea? Do it for your people. Do it for your family. Do it for yourself.
Azalea shook her head.
"How am I supposed to find them when I have no clue about who they are…?" Azalea whispered to herself, lost. She knew she had heard of those warriors before. But the pain of losing everything in a single day clouded her mind. She had to think. Not for herself, but for her people. Those who sacrificed themselves so their useless princess could escape.
I'll come back home, Azalea vowed to herself. I promise…

Nyir finished breakfast and offered Azalea a plate. "Where to now?" she asked. She knew that Azalea wanted to find the warriors her father had told her about, but Nyir couldn't help but feel that it was a fool's errand. The warriors may have been a myth, and what then? Nyir could only hope the princess wasn't putting all of her faith in the shadowy figures that may or may not exist.

Azalea thought for a moment, taking the plate Nyir handed her. Azalea didn't wish to eat, but she had no choice if she wanted to regain her strength.
"Let's head out to Luntberg," Azalea finally replied. "If what my father said is true, then we'll find the first warrior there."
Azalea could only hope that they were real. Otherwise, she knew no other methods in which she could save her empire. Save her people.

( Hi texting on a bus with free Wifi!!! Question, will the warriors know they are like warriors or like will they find out?)

(They should know, but they're hiding their true identity.)

( So like do the warriors know each other?)

(Eh, I didn't think of that. I guess they've heard of each other, but never met properly.)

Azalea thought for a moment, taking the plate Nyir handed her. Azalea didn't wish to eat, but she had no choice if she wanted to regain her strength.
"Let's head out to Luntberg," Azalea finally replied. "If what my father said is true, then we'll find the first warrior there."
Azalea could only hope that they were real. Otherwise, she knew no other methods in which she could save her empire. Save her people.

"Luntberg," Nyir repeated, nodding slowly. "That's only a day's walk. If we hurry, we can make it before nightfall." She finished her own plate quickly and put out the fire, and then gathered everything they had brought with them. It wasn't much, but at least they had a bit of money. Hopefully it would be enough for a room in a decent inn once they reached the town.

( Ok so whose the first warrior?)

(It's @TheLavenderOwl)

Azalea forced herself to eat and helped Nyir pack their things. They didn't have enough, and while Azalea hated even the thought of it, soon they'd run out of food and it would be hunter for food for them. Thankfully, Azalea had the sense to learn how to cook, even if she knew not so much. The memory of her watching Ella, the head chef, cooking brought a smile to her face.
Shaking her head, Azalea picked up a bag and pulled it over her shoulders, wincing at the weight.
"Let's go," she said, prepared to walk.