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[MidnaPhobia]

It was winter, a soft layer of snow blanketed the land in white. Everything was quiet, muffled by the snow. Odette woke early in the morning, as the sun was rising and the birds were starting to chirp. She sat up in the large, spacious bed that was really probably more than was necessary for a ten year old. But she was no ordinary ten year old, she was a princess. Looking out through the window her eyes widened as she saw red. Red on the horizon and smoke. The land was not white as it had been when she had gone to bed last night, but rather gray with ash from the fires of the forts that surrounded her home.

Watching as a mass of black began approaching swiftly the girl stood back slightly, wondering what was going on. As they advanced closer, eventually barging through the front doors the girl turned at the sudden knock on her door and flinched as one of the palace guards came running in. Taking her up he carried her to the hallway and quickly through another door. Now they were in a small, dark hallway and Odette looked up to the brawny man carrying her. "What's going on?" She asked softly, still not overly fearful because she simply didn't know better.

A harsh hissed 'shh' was her only reply as he set her down and began leading the way through the darkness. The tunnel emerged near the stables. The guard lifted her up onto the horse and encouraged it forwards. "You need to get out of here." The man finally spoke to her. "You need to ride far and fast and don't look back, no matter what happens. Understand?" Odette looked at him from the pony and shook her head slowly to indicate no and the man merely growled angrily and slapped the horse's rump, causing it to whinny and start forwards, heading towards the road.

[Fadereaper]

He was with the forces that was given the directive to siege and take this castle but the purpose was beyond his scope of mind, he only knew that his master told him that they were hired to attack and bring the castle under his control and that would suffice for him. Brandishing a bow and a quiver of arrows he would keep his distance from the front line and pick off his targets one after the other, with shaky precision he fired one arrow after the other hitting the soldiers that impeded their path to the castle.

The boy would make his way closer to the castle with his comrades and soon they were inside and this is the moment he would change hands, putting his bow over his back to grab a long sword from its sheath on his back and enters the castle with the others. He would walk through the halls and the extensive numbers that backed him up would keep him from any of the actual combat in the castle even if he was eager for it, it didn't take long for them to purge the castle of any men left standing. The battle was won, the castle was their's.