Isabella and Antille

Isabella struggled to get Antille over her shoulder

and onto her back. She winced as his heavy body seemed to weigh

her down. Antille groaned as the cut was gracing against her

back. She turned her head slightly as she looked to him. He had

passed out in a matter of seconds. The pain was overwhelming.



Isabella dragged along through the forest. She wanted

to keep out of the view of the towns people. If they would of

seen he had escaped and that she didn't kill him, they would be

angered. Silently she walked through the forests lines trying to

find a back way to the Inn she was staying at.



She grew cautious as the forest line began to grow

thin and the town drawing near. She could hear the folk talking

amongst each other. She knelt down in the shard of grass to keep

them from seeing her. Her legs began to shake as the weight was

gathering so much pressure on her form. The branches under her

feet began to snap.



"Hey, did you hear something" Said on of them men in

the group.



The men looked around through the forest lines. The torches

illuminated some of the openings, yet they still could not see

anything.



"Maybe it was just the wind," Said another. They

nodded and decided to forget about the ruckus. The few that were

still weary would occasionally look over there shoulders just to

make sure.



Isabella began to sweat. She knew she had to move as

soon as possible or they would be found. She slowly turned her

body and began to creep down along the kill back deeper into the

woods. The crickets sounded off loudly around her. She kept low

and kept slow as she moved through gathering closer to the end.

Her heart pounded fiercely with anticipation.



Finally she met the border to the back of the inn.

She crept out from the woods slowly looking both ways to make

sure there was no one to see her. When she knew the coast was

clear she stepped through and onto the street. She looked up as

best as she could to the second floor window where her room was.



She looked around for a way to get up there with

Antille to carry. She saw a post she could climb up on. She

shifted his weight on her back to correct it enough to be able to

climb up with him on her. She ripped her sleeve and made a tie

with him being strapped to her back just in case.



She bit her bottom lip as she grabbed a hold of the

pole. She struggled as she lifted the weight of both of them up.

Sweat was beginning to form on her forehead once again. The

strain immense, she slowly pulled the both of them up. She

slowly gathered higher and higher. The window was becoming closer

and closer.



She had finally made it to the bend of the pull. She

would have to drop down her legs and hang. This part would be

rather difficult. She would have both her and Antilles weight

hanging on her. Suddenly she heard voices below her. Her breath

stopped. She looked down to see two guards talking below them.



(Good they haven't seen me)



(Until they go away, I cannot move any further. Though I may be able to defeat them easily, I cannot create any problems in this situation...but I must hurry, before Antille wakes up and wake any noise.)



Then Isabella thinks of an idea, she pulls a small knife from her foot and throws it straight to one of the bark of the trees in the woods. Fortunately, the knife made a large echoing noise across the night sky.



"What was that noise?"



As the guards run into the forest, Isabella takes a deep breath and continues going towards her room window. Then suddenly, her weight shifted. She rushes to take balance, and found out that Antille was awake.



"That was close...", Isabella took another deep breath.



While she lets Antille lie on the wooden floor, she lights pieces of wood on fire to make a stew for him and herself. Then she pours cold water on Antille's cut gently. Antille gives another moan. Isabella then raps his cuts with cloth.



"I will have to go get some meat in the woods. Stay quiet while I'm gone. Sorry, I have nothing for you right now, but soon we will have food."



Isabella went out the wooden door and locked it.

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"...How long have I been sleeping?", Antille looks straight up in the wooden ceiling, which changes it's form from the fire.

"How long have I been alive...?" Antille tries to remember his last memory before he saw the young girl that saved her.

(I must ask her what is going on...did I hurt her at all? If so, I must apologize...and tell her that she must stay away from me...yes, I have to leave this place as soon as possible..before I start hurting anyone.)

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"2 rabbits...that should be enough for a night." Isabella, quite satisfied with what she was able to hunt, starts on her way back.



"Hey, you!", a voice came from behind. Isabella turned back toward where the voice came from.



(Those guards...!) Without thinking, she took a fighting stance.



"Hey hey, we are not here to fight lady. We wanted to ask if you've seen anyone around, cause we heard a noise from this place.", the guards smiled for a kind response.



Isabella shook her head. What the guard said reminded her of the knife that she had thrown, but she decides to leave it be.



"I hope Antille is doing ok..."



The guards swiftly turns their heads toward the hooded woman, with eyes already filled with anger and fear. Isabella tries to give a smile but there was no use. The guards charge towards her.



(Now I won't be able to stay here)



Isabella slashes her Ricquelle in the air twice, slicing each of the guards head off. The blood from their chopped heads flew in the air in all directions like a fountain would, and showers on Isabella.



"I'm sorry..it was my fault I said that out loud..", Isabella wipes the blood off her face with her cloth, and continues her way back to the inn.