Chance Meeting or Fate? (Closed for sweetblueeyedgirl)

[LucianDevine]

"Shit!"

Lucian Devine cursed to himself as he ran through the forest, tree branches slapping against his hands and face. The sounds of pursuit following after him. It had been nearly six months since he'd escaped slavery. Every time he thought he was safe, every time he thought he could finally settle down and stop running, they found him. He could always recognize them too, the black lightning bolt proudly displayed on each of their chest plates.

Lucian ran fast through the forest, knowing that the roads out of the city had likely been guarded. A sudden silence stopped him dead in his tracks. His pursuers had just been on him, yet they were gone, why? His eyes and ears strained, looking and listening for signs of the trap that had to be waiting.

What he heard though, wasn't the sound of a trap, not men lying in wait. He heard something yes, but it was something he recognized far more, the sounds of battle. It came from just a bit ahead of him.

Lucian crept slowly forward, almost silent as he moved through the forest, despite the chain mail he wore and the weapons he had strapped to his sides and back. He reached what most would think was a clearing, but he knew better. Just outside the treeline was an overhang that hung over the path. The sounds of battle came from the path below his vision.

Slowly he crept to the edge, and there he saw the ambush. The men that had been set in place to wait for and ambush him had instead ambushed a caravan, well, what was supposed to look like a caravan. There were three carriages, two of them normal-looking enough, but the middle one was notably different. It was adorned with gems, and pulled by a pair of noble-looking horses. The caravan obviously belonged to some sort of royalty who had cared just enough about subtlety to disguise all but his own carriage.

As for the battle itself, the caravan guards were getting beaten badly, despite having at least tripled the number of attackers. Under any other circumstances, Lucian would have left the caravan to it's fate, but the black lightning bolts told him that the ambush had been intended for him, and he was not about to let more innocent lives be lost on his account. Lucian drew his blade from it's sheath. The sun glinted off the long blade of his great sword as he prepared to jump down.

 

[sweetblueeyedgirl]

Luna Lionhart was the first born princess of the land. She was on her way to see who would win her hand in marriage. accompanying her is her sister Rose. The two girls were very different Luna was high spirited and a spitfire personality. Luna dreamed of adventure and danger. As for Rose she followed all the rules and acted like a proper young lady. rose was a few years younger then her sister Luna.

Luna was upset with her father and sulking in the carriage." You know Luna this is what we were raised for i don't understand why your so upset. at least you get somewhat of a choice of a husband and father didn't make you marry an old man. plus how often do we get to do fun things like this." Rose and looked at her sister when she was done talking.

Luna just glared at her sister. she hated being pawned off as some piece of meat. Their mother had died giving birth to there little brother and it had been 3 years since she died. But Luna knew if her mother were alive today her father never would have forced her to marry.

Luna was thinking to her self when the carriage came to a screeching halt." guard what is going on out there" Luna then heard shouting and what came next excited but also scared her. The clash of swords and men screaming put her right into action. Luna grabbed her sister and ducked down on the carriage floor and made sure they kept quiet.

Scared to death Luna had no idea what to do if the guards could not kill this men. she peeked up and saw a man run from the bushes to help her guards. she had never before seen such bravery from a stranger. she could not help but watch him as he fought. Luna was memorized by this man.

 

[LucianDevine]

Lucian knew that time was a luxury he didn't have if he wanted to save as many of these innocent people as possible, but even he wasn't stupid. He took a moment to plan what he wanted to do before jumping down from his perch. He landed near the bushes beside the trail and immediately started running. His first target was an easy one, a man engaged in single combat with one of the knights. The sunlight glinted off his blade before it dropped down in it's lethal arc, slashing the assailant deep in the back.

The guard he'd saved looked relieved to see his opponent fall, but not nearly as relieved to see Lucian, a giant of a man. Lucian paid the man no heed and turned his six foot six frame towards his next target. He charged the man just after he dispatched one of the guards. This one managed to turn in time to react, bringing his two swords up and crossing them to allow him to block the larger weapon held by the stronger man. Unfortunately for him, though, it left him open to something none of the knights would have done. Without hesitating, Lucian lifted one of his legs and kicked the man square in the chest, sending him sprawling backwards as his weapons flew out of his hands. Lucian was one step behind the man, and all the man had time to do was scream before the large blade stabbed him in the chest.

Lucian's was not oblivious to his surroundings, though, and he saw another man charging at him. He ripped his sword free of the corpse at his feet and lifted it up in both hands to block the overhand swing. The ring of metal on metal sounded through the air as the weapons met ad sent violent vibrations up the arms of both combatants. Even on the defensive, though, Lucian knew what needed to be done, and without a second thought he pivoted his weight to one side and forced both weapons in that direction. He stepped forward as he did and swung his elbow out to catch the man on the jaw. The man stumbled backwards in tie to get stabbed through he back by one of the remaining guards.

Lucian's head turned quickly then, taking in his surroundings. seventeen of the guards were dead, leaving 3 still standing, in addition to two more assailants. They had been far enough away to avoid Lucian's initial assault and not get caught up in the battle and rush him. They stood side by side, each bearing a long sword, waiting for what they knew was coming.

"Defend the carriage." Lucian said simply and dismissively to the man who'd stabbed his latest victim in he back before turning towards the last 2 men. Though they were two against his one he could see the hesitation in their eyes. They knew who he was and was he was capable of. Similarly, he knew these men. He'd trained with them and killed with them. He knew their strengths and weaknesses.

Lucian took a single step forward, his posture exuding a calm confidence. His would-be opponents both took a step back and cast sideways glances at each other. One more step forward and the action of lifting his bloody sword was all it took for them to fear him more than the mistress whose orders they were following. They both turned tail and ran. Lucian's reaction was instantaneous. He dropped his large sword and lifted one of his legs. His hand grabbed the hilt of the dagger he kept there, and in a single fluid motion he spun, stepped forward, and threw it. The dagger flew straight and true, hitting one of the fleeing men in the back of the neck sending him sprawling to the ground. There was nothing to be done about the last man, but Lucian had a good feeling that he wouldn't be seeing the man again.

With the battle finally over, Lucian cast his gaze around once more. His deep blue eyes looked out from under his short black hair, a hint of sadness there that one might not expect from a clearly seasoned warrior like himself. He had seen more than his fair share of death, but he hated to see so many innocent people dead because of an ambush hat had been meant for him. Sadly, though, there was nothing to be done about it. He paid no heed to the three remaining guards or the carriage they'd been protecting, but rather he turned his attention to the dead. He went from body to body, checking them for anything of value. He didn't find much, but pocketed what there was, as well as taking a dagger to replace the one he'd just used, before turning to head down the trail in the direction opposite his fleeing opponent.