“Hello?” Antwonette called out, observing her surroundings, she saw nothing that seems
out of its original place, something that would be coming into contact with her. Many nights like tonight, Antwonette would come to central park. This park in particular, was the one place she could express her style of life, which she really was without the dresses, make-up, & royal jewels. But central park was not a place to be at night time when you’re a princess.

 “Why aren’t you a pretty one.” A voice whispered through the wind. I couldn’t see anyone, the distance as blank as the surroundings before me. Whoever this was had skills, staying undetected was a big move even for me, if this was to turn into a fight, I’d be done for it.

“Who’s there?!!?? I demand that you show yourself to me!” The sounds of footsteps echoed from behind me, spinning around I came into contact with not one, but five different men, each with a different story to tell. None spoke verbally, the fluorescent beam of light from the moon, reflected words of their duty. I knew my father had sent them, how would I know? On their uniformed suits bared the insignia of my kingdom. In the middle but front stood a 6ft, 4in man, I assumed to be the leader. His body stood covered by a deep black hooded cape, his uniform beneath, his arms covered with tattoo’s that only the strongest of warriors showed. This man had hazel brown eyes that put even the most handsome of kings to shame. “We aren’t here to hurt you my lady, for I know you are our princess, the future queen of us all. Your father worries about you, when you wonder the nights alone.” The hazel eyed warrior walked closer, kneeling before me to show his respect for my presence. “What is your name

warrior?” “My Warrior name is Matthew Sanders; I am the lead warrior to your father.” Silently

nodding I gestured with my head for his fellow warriors to step forward. The green

eyed man kneeled before me, next to Matthew but yet still behind him “I am warrior

Zachariah Baker, I am second in command.” The tall blue eyed man was the next to kneel, “As

I am Warrior Sullivan, Jimmy Sullivan, I am also second in command.” The last two brown eyed men stepped

forward kneeling behind the last two, “I am warrior Brian Haner & this is my partner

Warrior Jonathan Seward.”
In the warrior life style they must give up who they were borne to be when

they are in uniform, unless they are given permission to be called by their birth

name. Not one warrior have the same name, each one has a different name, some

outrageous, some that do make sense, but never alike. When you’re a warrior, you live

to do what a warrior is to do, you are not a civilian, you’re not a brother, you’re

not a son, you’re not even a man, you’re a fighting machine & that’s it.
“Why are you out here warrior’s? Which of you made that horrendous comment

towards me?” Each fellow warrior glanced toward each other, “None of us had made a

prior comment, you called for us to show ourselves. We thought you had discovered us

around you.” Zachariah spoke. His words served my suspicions right, someone else was

out here, someone that not even these five warriors could detect. “You still haven’t

answered my question warriors, why are you out here, why are you following me?”

Brian raised his head to speak to me face to face “Your father sent us out here to

watch over you and to be here for you when you need someone to talk too. The king

wishes for you to be with one of us at all times, except in your chambers if you wish

us not to be there, my lady.” Not once in my life had my father been the one to be

over protective. But I could see the point my father was trying to make, he was

worried I’d be the next to be attacked. “Then my warriors continue on with your job,

but get in way of what I want to do, I’ll end your chances of glory faster than you

could teleport!” Thankfully these warriors were not able to read my mind, for I know I

didn’t mean anything I had said. I would never take a warriors chance of glory away

from them cause I know it is hard work to reach the glory they have reached this far.

Four of the five men disappeared, leaving Matthew behind.
“I am to remain at your side for; I am stronger than the rest.” Simply nodding

my head, I continued my walk of Central Park. “They won’t be able to protect you for

long...” the voice whispered again, the voice was distant, with yet a feeling so

close. I turned toward Matthew scanning his face for any sign that he may to have heard

the voice. “What is wrong my lady?” “Someone is out here, their voice so close but yet

far.” Warrior Jimmy appeared in front of us “We have scanned the area sir, the

perimeter is clear, we have not nor can we find any sign of life. My lady I think it

is for your best that we escort you back to the palace, if someone is out here they

could strike at you at any moment.”
“I am not the one to be seen; only in harm’s way will you see who I am.” This

time everyone heard the whispering voice, Matthew didn’t hesitate to pull me behind him

as the fellow warriors encircled us. “What the fuck does that mean!!??!! I demand you

show yourself this instant!!” I demanded. I was so sick of these damn games; I never

was a sports player. “As you wish princess!” bellowed the voice.
It was time like these, which voices should just listen and show themselves to

us, but no we had to be clueless to what its warning meant. Warrior Matthew seems to

figure out what the voice meant a minute too late. Pain erupted through my body, warm

liquid draining its self-down my body. “NOO!! Princess!!” turning in record time,

Matthew was able to catch my collapsing body into his arms. “Dammit! Princess you got

to keep your eyes open!” Matthew pleaded, he pulled me close to him shaking me

slightly. It didn’t matter what he did, my body was becoming weak, I couldn’t respond,

slowly becoming numb. “Sanders! Teleport the princess to the palace hospital now!! The

rest of us will stay & hunt this fiend!” Jimmy shouted.
Teleporting??... A power only the strongest state of minds could handle. Fairy

tales never explain the truth to a warrior’s power. When men give themselves to the

Warrior Hood, a sort of explosion happens within them, releasing powers no one has

ever seen before. With these powers come teleportation, one of the most exhausting,

dangerous way to travel. It has been said that only one warrior has ever come to

master the technique, he became the ultimate warrior, he was known as the Knight. Over

time he was said to have disappeared bringing the chance for another warrior to master

teleportation and bring order to the kingdoms.
Warrior Marcus was the last man I remembered seeing as my life, my soul

spiraled down into a dark abyss. I didn’t know where I was heading; death seemed as

close as it possibly could be. My life was on a path that I didn’t even see myself

walking on.
When the warrior reached the hospital wing no one wasted time getting the

princess in & comfortable as they worked. Warrior Matthew wasn’t allowed to stay in the

room, for the king had heard of his daughter being injured and wanted Matthew in his

chambers immediately. Matthew knew that he was in serious trouble. The king, himself

was infuriated with the warrior and his team. How could five men let one person, ONE

PERSON that they were ordered to protect get hurt?? The warriors were not the ones to

blame, they did their job and put up a perimeter around the princess but the arrow

still got through them. Princess Antwonette was now in a battle for her life, she was

shot with an arrow dipped in one of the most lethal poisons known to the world.
*Matt Sanders P.O.V*
“How dare you fail warrior! You are the best warrior in this kingdom, you’ve

been given one assignment & you failed!!!” the kinged roared towards me. I had kept my

head bowed, staring towards the floor as the king stood before me. “My deepest

apologies my king, I did not mean for any harm to come towards the princess.” My

answer was not one the king wanted to hear, I knew that I wouldn’t make it out of

these chambers in one piece. King Marcello’s scepter flew into my face, knocking me

into the tiled floor. “I did not mean to, I did not mean too!!” the king mocked,

gathering myself I kneeled before him once again, only to struck once more. “You are

lead warrior, possibly the future king, my son in-law, I did not mean to, does not

mean you tried! It means you did not CARE! If my Antwonette does not pull through, not

only you but each and every one of your men assigned to this duty, will lose their

lives slowly and torturously!” I was not one to question my king’s words for I knew he

meant what he said.
Quiet knocking sound vibrated off of the chamber door, echoed steps signaling

someone had entered & was approaching the king. “Ah, good doctor what news have you

brought of my daughter?”. Doctor Barbizon bowed before the king proceeding to kneel

before the king stopped him. “Barbizon there is no need for you to kneel; you hold the

balances of my daughter’s life within your very hands, for that I give you permission

to not need to show such steps of respect towards I, now speak my old friend, what

knowledge do you have of my child?”. Doctor Barbizon nodded standing before the king,

“My lord, Antwonette is in a dangerous, yet stable condition. We cannot cure her,

flush out the poison from her blood stream. We have come to only two options, one that

could save her life, the other to let her slip away.” King Marcello sunk back to his

throne, slouching forward with his head in his hands. “How can we save her life, what

is needed to bring her back to me!” he shouted pain slipping through his words. “There

is an antidote, but we have to make it ourselves, in order to do that someone must

retrieve the ingredients. It will not be an easy task, send your strongest men on this

journey weak ones will only die.”. From that moment I knew I had to step up, my men &

I are the strongest in the kingdom, and we got the princess into this situation we

were going to get her out of it.
“My king, my men & I will take the journey; we will bring back everything &

anything that is needed to save the princesses life.” King Marcello emitted a deep low

growl from within, “How do I know you will succeed!! You could only fail me once

more!!” I rose before my king staring him straight in the face to show him I meant

business. “My king, your daughter is the one & only heir to your throne. I am the

strongest & lead warrior to your kingdom; I am next to the title of king! I will NOT

let your daughter die! I will NOT let my future bride slip away from me!!”.