Chase of the moment.

Chase of the moment.
Chase of the moment.

With her legs tied, she tried to get near the water jar, lifting it slowly so that no one could hear her. As she was drinking, there was a sudden thudding sound of the doors opening. A fully armored man with a large sword on his hip approached her. Struggling to get past her fierce look, he untied her legs and dragged her to the main hall.

"Did she say anything?" asked the rebel chieftain. "No! Not a word," replied the armored man. Angrily, the chieftain approached her face. "You will pay for your insolence, you dirty little pigs! You all will die at my hands! I will crush them to dust!" She waited silently for him to finish his words, then quickly kicked him in the groin. As he crouched back in pain, she shouted, "Only in your dreams, you little bunch of cowards!"  

"Hang her tomorrow! I need to see that for myself!" the chieftain shouted, still holding himself in pain.  

That night was silent. With distant howls, she could figure out that she was in the middle of a forest. She waited to face the next day's fate with courage. "I will not blame my king. I will never blame him. I know he is on his way to me. Tomorrow will be mine," she kept murmuring, hoping to see anything nearby to help her rescue herself. With both her hands and legs tied, after helplessly scrambling for a little time, she rested her eyes slowly.  

Creak! The doors opened silently just before dawn. She quickly opened her eyes to see a couple of women in scarves approach her. She saw them quickly cut the rope, unlocking her cuffs, and finally remove their scarves. Immediately, they knelt before her, saying, "My queen, we are here to help you. We are servants here, put in hardship. We were tortured, raped, and our families were abused every day. Not a day goes by without our eyes running with tears. This is the moment we have been waiting for, the time to save our people from tyranny, to regain the lost glory of our village, to quash the thorns, to hope for." Then they gave her directions to find the nearest stable. The queen dusted herself off and started to move while they were still kneeling.

She approached the stable without a speck of noise, slowly untied a horse, jumped on its back, and kicked it forward, pulling the front rope. Reminding herself of her horse-riding skills from childhood, she dashed through the front doors, leaning forward, racing fast on the streets of the village. Out at the lighthouse, there was a siren blaring. The rebel soldiers followed her at the same pace. Without anything else in mind, she sped towards a large roadblock, at least four feet high, never taking her focus off the obstacle. She kicked harder, raced faster.  

As arrows rained towards her, she neared the roadblock and made a big leap to land on the other side flawlessly. Leaning further, determined to outrun the others, she kept focused on her way forward in a fast-paced horseback chase, the group of rebels close behind.

The king, determined to find her, moved fast in the east direction, focused on a distant castle. As he was approaching, he could spot the queen approaching him fast, being chased by the rebels. Although he had a long history of destroying rebel territories all over the country, he could not resist the fact that they abducted his own queen. Moving fast, with his back bent forward as much as possible to keep up with the pace of his horse, he was determined to kill, but not instantly.

As the group of rebels, with their backs bent forward, chased her from behind, the queen—a far better horse-rider—pulled them towards her. As she was focused on the valley ahead, suddenly a large army appeared on the top of the valley like a huge blanket covering the green pastures, led by the king charging ahead towards her. She smiled at the sight in front of her, bent her back a little further, and moved fast towards the king. As the rush of the huge blanket of the army crossed the valley and approached the queen, the rebels, frightened by the spectacle, tried to stop their horses to retreat.

She sped fast towards the king, and as she approached him, she realized that he was focused on something else. She could see anger in his eyes. She crossed him and looked at the king charging further, faster towards the castle, chasing the rebels... till their end...


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