The joy that once consumed her body was now slowly dwindling out of her limbs. She could feel herself become limp. Her arms and legs dangled helplessly in the large mans arms. She struggled between consciousness and unconsciousness, a battle that would ultimately leave her weak and powerless. Through her eyelids, all she could see was black. Her locks of golden hair were sprawled out in every direction over the mans forearm. Her clothes were that of a princess, royal blue incrusted with jewels. The right arm of her dress was blood soaked, for that was where the knife touched her flesh.

“Madison, wake up. Don’t fail. Keep fighting, you’re a fighter!” A deep raspy voice echoed inside her head. “Wake up, you must stay awake. Fight it, fight the urge.”

The girl started to pick up her head. She opened her piercingly blue eyes to find that she wasn’t in the comfort of her bed chambers. Looking around, she came to the conclusion that she was in a cellar of some sort. It smelled of dead rats, the air was stuffy and hot, and the walls looked to have been made of steel. There where shelves of medicines, and treatments, in an assortment of colors. Just at that moment she realized that she was laying on a enormous steel table.

“Where am I? What’s going on? ARGH!!” She stopped short of her interrogation, to clutch her wounded arm. “Argh, Bloody Hell!” She yelled through gritted teeth.

“Don’t talk like that. Your thirteen years old, practically a young lady. And young lady’s don’t talk in that manor.” The man told her while searching through shelves.

“Screw that! You’re not my father! You’re just my body guard, and you don’t mean a damn thing to me! ARGH!” She retorted grasping her arm. The man picked up a can of something and walked over towards her.

“Yes, this is true, but, I AM the closest thing you have ever had to a father, now aren’t I? And if you must know, you are in the dungeon or cellar underneath the castle. If you haven’t already noticed, your arm got sliced from the sword, and is bleeding pretty bad.” He motioned towards the bloody thing that was connected to her body. “Now, would you let me get back to treating you, and stop asking ques-”he couldn’t finish.

“NO I will not stop asking you questions. Why do I have a stab wound? Who stabbed me? How did we get away? And what happened to the people who-”

“SHUT UP!! I am trying to save your arm. If you would like me to treat it, and have it work properly for you stop taking my focus off of it.” he roared at her.

“Don’t tell me to shut up. My parents can have you killed!”

“One, your parents don’t care about you. Two, their days are numbered, so they don’t really have time to think about me. Now let me fix this wound.” Once again he attempted to mend her arm.

“What? What do you mean their days are numbered? Is someone going to kill them? The same people who did this?” She pointed to her arm.

“Well I can tell that you wont shut up until I tell you. So. . .” He took a deep breath as to debate on what tell her. “Yes, the people who are planning to kill your parents are the same who did that to your arm. You and I only made it out by luck. After their sword caught your arm, I-” He stopped abruptly. She hadn’t seem to notice.

“Couldn’t you just blow them up? All you have to do is flick your hands in that direction,” She requested.

“No, I can not just blow them up. I have to concentrate on it. Something I cant get into right now. Is that all you wanted to know? I need to treat your arm before you get a horrible infection. I don’t want to amputate it.” His face showed a hint of fear and consideration hidden amongst his serious tone.

He was a large husky man, of only twenty-five years. His hair was cut in a military style. He had known Madison ever since she was born and was the only one who had ever took after her. Since her parents neglected her, and only paid attention to their duties of being king and queen. They didn’t care about her, or her welfare. For all they cared she could be dead. They basically disowned her as their child after she had opposed the most wealthy, most intelligent, and most true source of learning.

“No, that’s not all I wanted to know. I would appreciate it if you would tell me who attempted to kill me if that was what they were doing? And how we got out alive.” Madison announced in a dignified voice, while gripping her arm to suppress the pain.

“I cant tell you that now. It would be best if I told you in the morning. You’ll feel better then anyways. Now just relax and let me repair your arm.” The last word echoed in her head for a moment, before she fell into a deep slumber. Haunting images filled her mind, the images of people running and screaming. A group of men rushing to the castle with swords, killing two solitary figures.

“AHHHHH” She awoke to find that she was no longer in a damp, smelly cellar, but now in a tiny cramped little room. Which also happened to be damp and dark, with two little candles sitting on a small table, struggling to illuminate the entire room.