• The dark, shading over the small town, had only one sound: the sound of a panting breath and footsteps clacking against the concrete. As the moonlight set like a spotlight on the ground, the source of the sound was revealed. A female woman, eighteen years of age was the best estimate one could see, ran clumsily as she gripped her pale hand onto a strap, the one holding a small brown messenger bag. She stumbled with her high heels, almost getting her foot caught in the bottom of her dress. It was rather long, a soft fabric that was tied at the waist with an oversized brown belt. As she ran down the street, a rather good pace, another sound is revealed. The sound of two men were heard, not too far away either.

    They seemed to be yelling, “Get back here you witch!” She only ran faster, her breath running out as she kept her cry for help locked up inside her. Running faster and faster until she was at a sprint, the men came closer, carrying riffles and dressed in silver armor that glowed with illumination in the darkness.
    “We have you now, stop now or face the punishments!” one of them yelled in a rather deep threat. The girl, now slowing down with a lack of energy, stopped as she screeched her heels against the ground. She was panting heavily, the two men stopping, both of them watching the girl as she turned around. Heavy breathing, she gave them a blank glare, her hand rummaging through her messenger bag. The two men, scared and clueless, grabbed their guns as they stepped back in fear.

    “I warned you foolish, pathetic mortals. Never. Mess. With. A WITCH!”

    The girl’s voice was mature, very rebellious as she bent down at a fast speed to slam a rectangular card into the ground. The ground, vibrating with force, caused the two men to stumble back to fall on the ground, landing idiotically on their bottoms. A small light grew in the ground, right in front of the card. As it grew brighter, It became longer, making a thin line as it built a circle, circling the young girl. The two men screamed for help as they grabbed their gun, foolishly aiming at the girl and shooting without aim. It made a loud boom, but luckily, it did not affect the girl. No metal could enter within the circle. The girl made a devilish smirk as she stood up, no fear, and no hurt in her eyes. A pure shade of blue covering her eyes as they looked mercilessly at the men. “Come now, face me,” she said in a more demonic voice than before. The two men stood up, one trying to shoot but again the same result. The man, shooting once more, pulled the trigger, but this time, something different. The bullet which he had hoped would hit her, stopped midway as it made its way just outside the circle. It was floating, in mid air! The small bullet was only a foot away from the girl’s face. She only watched with the devilish grin plastered on her mouth, the bullet turned directions, flying faster than the normal speed back at the man. Of course, too fast for him to dodge, hit his chest within a second. He gulped, moaning, and falling to the ground in pain. The other man, screaming, ran away, running towards the way he had come.

    “I have no time for unnecessary killing,” she said in a bored tone, hearing the man’s scream fainting. The light circle around her disappeared, the girl grabbing the card and shoving it back into her messenger bag.
    “A day’s work is-.”

    Before the young girl could finish, a shock of pain ran through her leg. She looked down slowly and cautiously to see an arrow shot through her leg. Her eyes grew as wide as a plate, her legs dropping to her knees and her face falling to the ground, landing on her cheek.

    A dark figured appeared. By the outline of the being, it was a man, maybe twenty years of age and gorgeous looking. He had well cut brunette hair, a toned body, and his body covered with silver armor, much like the men from before. He looked down at the girl, crouching down on one knee to examine her. “Looks like you will not cause any more trouble tonight,” he said in a soft and manly voice, his hand reaching towards the girl’s head.

    “SIRE! BE CAREFUL!”

    A chubby figure ran up next to him, his stomach body weight flapping as he ran to the man he had called ‘sire’. The overweight male was dressed in a brown laced male’s shirt, obviously way too tight on him. He had a goofy hat with a feather plastered on the front also, wooden shoes clacking against the ground.
    “Sire! Why did you kill her?” he asked in a chocked voice. The man next to the girl chuckled in a soft and handsome voice, gently grabbing a piece of the girl’s raven black hair and rubbing his index finger and thumb against the soft strand.
    “My loyal Jenkins, I did not kill her, I only put her unconscious,” he said, moving his free hand on her palm, feeling a pulse.

    “Goodness, Arthur, you scared me half to death,” the fat man said as he wiped his forehead with a handkerchief. Arthur looked down at the girl, grabbing her upper back and the bottom of her knees, carrying the girl bridal style.
    “Jenkins, would you be as kind as to arrange a prison room for our guest,” he looked down at the short man, Jenkins, nodding as he waddled back to the direction they came. Arthur followed behind at a slower pace. He looked down at the girl, her sleeping face included her mouth open in an attempt to snore.
    “My dear, you have been causing a lot of trouble. You will not anymore, my dear Delphine.”


    The footsteps followed into the house, a figure becoming clearer. It was Arthur, Sir Arthur James Lester. He was second to the throne, a soon to become prince. He was a gentle man who put others before himself, a man who was in no way strict. He made the worst situations into a playful tone. As the soon to be prince made his way into the castle, he saw the guards step back, standing straight as one of them pulled down the wooden door. He watched as it hit the ground, his mouth slipping to a greeting smile. He nodded his head, all the guards dropping to one knee as he walked inside. The castle was barren, no voice was heard. As the prince made his first steps into the castle, the lights slipped on, slowly the place was lit. Arthur looked around, same old place he grew up in. The same oversized picture of the first king stood on the wall, covering almost the entire wall. His throne sat like an ant in front of it, the place he sat as he decided official kingdom business. A long red carpet sat on the floor as it reached from the doorway to the bottom of the throne chair. He saw guards lining up along the end of the carpet, maybe a hundred or to. He walked down the carpet, his eyes facing forward as he held the girl himself. After a minute or two, he handed the girl to the guard, him carrying her down to the prison cellar. He watched the man blend in with the dark as he faded away. He sat his bottom in the chair, his arms resting on the arm rest. He looked down, seeing two guards face him, both dropping on one knee.

    “Sire, we have safely put the girl in the prison cellar, as you ordered,” one of them reported in a deep voice. The prince smiled, nodding as he understood.

    “That is what I said. Now that we have the card dealer within our grasp, we will be able to get rid of the entire mythical pests, and then our land will be ruled with only humans,” he said, grabbing a fresh glass of water off of his coffee table, sipping it as he drank the refreshing liquid. “Sire, there is still many mythical beings lurking our territory, what shall capturing one card dealer do to our situation,” the man who spoke before said, questioning the prince with a raised eyebrow.
    The prince set his glass down, nodding, “Card dealers are very important to the mythical food chain, we have captured one of the leaders luckily, and we lure them here with her,” he said, leaning back against the chair as he rested his aching feet.
    “We have enough riffles to pick out them all, and with the card dealers extinct, there is no survival for the rest of them. They are like lost puppies without an owner,” he said in a bored tone, tapping his fingers against the wooden arm rest. The entrance door opened, making a big noise as it hit the wall. A female, almost as old as the prince, stormed in, stomping her high heels onto the red carpet as the guards backed up. The female was the princess, a stubborn, rude, and obnoxious brat who hated everything except her fiancé, Arthur.

    “ARTHUR! Why I was not informed about the card dealer, you must tell me! Is this some kind of joke?” her young, high voice hit like a bullet to the guards, but was oblivious to the prince. He smiled, his sarcastic tone kicking in, “Nice to see you to, Felicia.”

    “Not funny,” she grumbled, her hands hitting her hips. Her seaweed blond hair flipped as she stomped her foot on the ground. “I am the princess, you are to inform me of your decisions!” she yelled, her face beet red and her body shaking with anger.
    “Oh contraire, Madame, I did inform you, you were to busy not listening,” he said, remembering clearly she shook her head as he told her, but her mind was focused on the brush that was combing her hair. “I could have come with you, but no, you want to do it by yourself!” she scoffed, her head flipping to the side to face one of the guards. The poor guard.

    “You! I want you to prepare my bath,” she ordered in her miss bossy attitude, her face glaring back at her fiancé, “Clean up your act. I only agreed to this marriage because your so handsomely dreamy, and I heard you were such a good leader,” she complimented, although it was far from it.
    She stormed away, walking to the hallway to take her bath.
    “Oh my, she seems to be in a grumpy mood,” he sarcastically groaned to himself, knowing she always is in one. “Well, tomorrow is another day, we shall get to work then,” he said, and he walked back to the hallway. Everyone left, but if you listened closely, you could hear a soft bang, one that came deep underground, and the only place that was underground was none other than the prison cellars.