The Rebels Of Midnight Mist. Prologue.
“The forest...” A female voice whispered as she hugged a mewling bundle of blankets to her chest. She cradled the bundle of blankets, hoping to calm it down. She hopped onto a midnight black stallion and it galloped off, arrows chased after her but the black stallion galloped swifter then it had before. Dodging the arrows, she hung to the mane of the stallion with one hand and kept her other hand onto the bundle of blankets she was holding with both before. She got into the forest and dismounted the stallion. She stumbled due to getting off the horse, but kept upright. She ran toward a clearing and hid the bundled blankets nestled inside some bushes near a huge oak tree in the center. When she was finally satisfied with the position and hiding place, she stepped back a bit. An arrow struck her throat, piercing her vocal cords, she tried to scream for help but found that she couldn’t, pain ripped through her veins like electricity. A sword was thrown from her left and pierced both lungs. The pain was unbearable. She glared at a man that was covered in silver armor. The man ignored the woman’s glare. The woman lay limp, a pool of blood surrounding the corpse as her soul began to float, the man covered in silver armor grasped the soul. “Where’s Mercy?!” He yelled furiously at the soul. “You’ll never find her.” The soul whispered then vanished.
Mercy noticed that Topaz was looking around in the camp. She watched as Lincoln packed his side pack with a pocket knife and a water canteen. He usually headed out into the woods just at the crack of dawn. When the grass is dewy and sunlight is dim. He raced over to the edge of the woods. Topaz had a certain jump to her step and walked into the green forest. Mercy followed them. Lincoln stepped over the 'border' and continued to the clearing he usually headed to. Topaz was taking a walk in the same forest and was admiring the green leaves of the trees and the beautiful neigh of a stray horse then bumped into Lincoln, Topaz tripped but caught herself just before she dropped. "Oh, Sorry!" Topaz apologized and jumped up swiftly. Lincoln looked around startled, "Oh, Uh.." He studied Topaz, still a little shaken. His face fashioned into a frightened look as it dawned on him the girl might be a rebel. "Is something wrong?" She asked with a smile.
"Oh, um, no." He turned and slowly walked away. His walk drifted into a sprint. She ran after him.
"Oh c'mon, i’m not stupid, something is obviously wrong." She crossed her arms. He turned back to her, his expression flashed with discomfort, but it could have been mistaken for a blink,
"I-I didn't know that really anybody else came here. So it’s kind of a surprise when a stranger slams into you. I don't know who you are, so how do I know if your not a maniac?"
"Oh. Why would I be one?" She smiled sweetly, as if trying to prove that she wasn’t one. Lincoln blinked at her.
"Um," He just shrugged. She narrowed her eyes.
"Who are you anyway?"
"That's none of your concern." He said sternly, yet a hint of gentleness seeped into his tone.
"Are you sure? Name is Topaz." She smiled, not taking notice of what he said. Mercy wandered out of the forest and bumped into them and tripped. She fell onto the ground. She got up and brushed soil and dirt off her pants.
"Oh hello!” She smiled. "I am seeing so many people today!"
Lincoln glanced at the girl thinking, 'Another rebel?' he turned away from the girl and back at Topaz, "Positive" and with that he sprinted away back towards his clearing. She heard his rough thoughts and shook her head a little, clearing her mind of them. Lincoln speeded up to a tree he usually hung out in.
“I'd better be going home.” He mumbled, making sure the two girls couldn't see him, he headed back to the kingdom quietly. She heard the leaves crackling under his ‘quiet’ footsteps and his distant thoughts. She followed his thoughts as they got louder and clearer. She peeked around a tree. Lincoln didn't notice her and continued walking, speeding up his pace every so often. He'd mapped out the terrain before so it came as no difficult task finding his way home, “Mom will be worried, what would she do if she found out?” he whispered to himself. She heard him and followed him softly, avoiding the leaves underfoot. Once he saw the village on the horizon line he started sprinting to his house. She suddenly tripped onto him because of a tree's humongous roots, hidden under the ground. "GHAK-" He yelped, falling flat on his face. She blushed then scrambled to her feet, stepping away.
"I'm so sorry! ...S-S-Sorry." She said, lowering her head. Lincoln stood up with lightning speed, some may even question if he was sitting down in the first place.
"Why did you follow me?" he demanded, trying to sound strong, but sounding more feeble than ever.
"I-I uh got lost?..." She'd try to lie.