From my perch high up in the branches of the trees, I see the hero and his party traveling along the dirt road. I have been watching them for a few days, and decide that now is probably the perfect opportunity to jump in on their little band. Not as a thief or bandit or some other notorious figure trying to hinder their quest, but as the damsel in distress.
Of course, I will be hindering their quest eventually. First I just have to gain their trust, especially the hero’s. He will be absolutely heartbroken when he finds out that this sweet, beautiful little woman he is about to save from a bunch of ruffians turns out to be the sidekick of the one he is trying to defeat. No matter. I will get the reward that has been promised to me, and that is all that I care about.
I jump down from the tree, and scoop up some dirt from the soft ground and smear it on my face and arms. I give myself a couple scratches and cuts, to make it look like I have just been attacked. I tear the sleeve of my shirt, pull down my shirt a bit to reveal some skin, and start running towards them.
They hear pounding footsteps behind them, and they all turn to stare at the woman running towards them. One from the group, a very serious looking man, pulls out a sword and stands ready to attack if needed. Not like I would really attack him. That would just ruin my image. The hero puts out his hand and tells the man to wait, to see who this mystery woman is.
I run up to the hero, practically falling into his arms, panting and out of breath. He is startled, looking around awkwardly at the others. He pulls me off of him and sits me down on the ground. He asks me what happened as he looks at me, and I tell him with tear filled eyes that I was attack by bandits. The fool believes my story and says that he will protect me. No man can turn down a pretty face and some skin.
Some of the others are wary of me, but that doesn’t matter. I have just done what I came to do, and am now part of their group. The hero tells the group that they should all take a break, and we all sit down for a brief respite. He gives me some of his water, and I smile a fake smile at him. He will fall for me soon enough, and then I will strike.
Damsel in distress? I think not.
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