Chapter 58: RUN!
[Authors note: This is the equivalent of nearly two Chapters. I am writing the next one now, so will either be uploaded tonight or tomorrow night! XOXO]
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Evanna sprinted past Axel, urging them to run. All at once, they followed her, except Ger, who looked at her questionably as they raced by. The princess stopped and ran back, pushing into his back as she yelled, "GO!"
With another nudge, he put his bow and arrow away and ran by Evanna’s side.
"What happened?!" Ger shouted.
"Well, our cover’s blown! Buuuuut, we have the gem!" Evanna smiled triumphantly.
The group sprinted ahead, going the way they came in, giving up on trying to be quiet, especially with Axel’s shield and heavy footsteps. So far, the elves were not on their tails; luckily, Evanna took out the two nearest to them, and there didn’t seem to be any others than the ones near the king’s chambers. No, the prince’s chamber. The white-haired elf.. Evanna shook her head; she didn’t want to think about him and the probability of being royal.
Cilv led the way, and they once again found themselves in the cellar. Their legs were striding, leaping across the floor, running as fast as possible. Evanna only hoped that their fastest was quick enough. She looked behind her and momentarily felt relieved. They weren’t clear yet. Evanna eyed the two horses still attached to the carriage as she ran past, but it was pointless, they would take too long to set up, and there were five of them.
They escaped to the main entrance, where the fountain sat, and the gates still stood tall. The group halted after seeing five elves, un-armoured elves; Evanna eyed them, expecting to see the elf Garrett, yet he was not there. Well, she ran out of powder, and now, it seemed that all who stood in their way was going to have a terrible night. The princess was the first to charge towards them, unsheathing her swords as she did so.
They turned to face her and the others; surprise-filled their handsome features before it slipped back behind a mask of composure. The first elf, Evanna approached, drew his sword out, and they began a skilful dance of sword fighting. Gliding, turning, attacking and defending equally; it seemed, as the princess glanced at her sides, that the others were also having trouble taking them out. Were these more elite than who they fought last time?
While Evanna and the elf she fought skillfully manoeuvred around each other, Cilv took her opponent out by playing dirty. The moment his sword clashed down atop her raised daggers, she kneed him in the ribs, jumped to the ground and swiped her legs beneath him. She rolled on top of him instantly and stabbed him in the chest with her claws. Her eyes stared back at the shocked elf, his eyes wide and brows raised in disbelief. She smirked and stood back up.