Her eyes glistened with the reflection of the morning sun as it rose high into the sky. Anticipation coarsed through her exasted body, sending pulses of energy running through it, despite her condition. Instead of the jewels she deserved, blood splattered her new battle gear. All the signs of war were apparent by the appearance of the small surviving band of warriors, loyal to the end. Each one knew that death was only moments away, awaiting them over the next ridge. Yet, they stood by their princess, the last survivor of the royal family.
It wasw still a marvel to her that these men would risk everything they had, even to the point of death, for her kingdom.
A horn arose from the silence. The brave troops shifted nervouusly. The pounding of boots rang in their ears.
"Princess Adriana, surrender now and your troops, nor your estste, will not be harmed. Hesitate or fight, and everything you love and hold dear will be destroyed."
She had planned for this.
Her best friend, Lael, who could have passed for her twin, stood up slowly. "I surrender, on the condition that my kingdom, and everything in it, is left exactly as it is. Not one person is to be harmed, not one woman raped, not one child sold into slavery, not one animal killed, and not one brick carted away. Do we have an accord?"
"Of course, your highness. As long as you keep your side of the bargin, we'll keep ours." A cruel smile formed on the general's thin lips. "Take her away in chains. You never know what will happen with this one. She tends to be very deceiving. With your leave, of course, my lady." He made a mocking bow.
Watching from the heath, Adriana clenched her fists into a tight ball. You have no idea how deceptive I can be, general.
As the clinking of chains faded into the distance, the general surveyed the people and lands before him. "You know, it woul be such a shame to waste such wonderful hospitality, not to mention all the free slaves and wenches just ripe for the plucking. What do you say, Gents? Shall we?"
A cheer arose from the enemy troops, an aweful, final cheer. Adriana knew this would happen, no matter what she did or how hard they fought. The only way to win this battle was with the elemant ot surprise. But, they had the advantage. The general thought he had already won by capturing their leader, when in fact she lied in wait for the opportune moment to strike.
"You, troops, show some respect to the victors! Down on your faces! Now!"
The troop "leader" glanced over at the princess. He smiled. After she had stood up, he looked her over from top to bottom. Adrianna felt as if she had been put on display. Instinctively, she reached for her lightsaber, hungering to take off the smug general's haed. He smiled.
"Now what do we have here? Aren't you a pretty thing? I'm sure that we can put you to good use." He grinned.
Adrianna was furious. Glaring through narrow slits, she slowly took out her lazer. "Do I look like a whore to you? Or are you such a pig that you think all women have been made to serve your purpose!" she screemed.
"Fiesty. Just the way I like 'em. Boys, grab her!"
At that moment, every soldier working for the princess sprang for their swords.
"What do you think your doing? Don't you know your outnumbered?" screached the general.
A slow smile spread across Adrianna's face. Everyone knew that she was the best fighter in all the worlds. it was rumored that she ahd taken out two full armies at once single handedly.
"Not anymore, 'general.' You see, I'm afraid you got the wrong girl. My best friend was only to happy to help out when she learned that she could save the kingdom. And, seeming as how most of your men went to escort her, or should I say me, you now have less men than we do. So, guess what, general, we win. Tough luck, aye? Too bad. And I was really hoping for a challenge. Men, attack!"
Everyone sprang to respond to the immediate order. Even though it was spontaneous, they were used to these comands. Their leader wasn't known for giving adaquate warning. But, she was fair and just, and she would never ask her followers to do something that she herself was not willing to do.