out of his grip, “take me home.”
“Your wish is my command,” Carden said as he helped her to her feet.
“Hmph,” Zuzulla tried to smooth her skirt down to cover her body, “and what happened to my clothes.”
Her questions were beginning to get on Carden’s nerves. He tied the loose end of the rope around his waist and began walking deeper into the woods forcing her to follow.
“You cannot lead me like a dog,” She screamed at him pulling back on the rope, “I am the princess.”
Carden knew that the rest of the journey was going to be hard and he considered knocking the girl out again, but his body was tired and he knew he could not continue to carry her.
“Come along,” he said gently tugging at the rope, “we have a long way to go and still need to catch food for the evening.”
Suddenly Zuzulla became aware of how hungry she actually was and how terrified. She had never been anywhere without guards close by and no matter how brave she felt when she was off in the woods she always knew that the guards were nearby.
Tears began to roll down Zuzulla’s face and Carden looked back at the young woman standing behind him. “Are you going to kill me,” she asked quietly.
“It is not my job to kill you,” he replied, his demeanor softening. He reached his hand out for Zuzulla to take, “My job is only to capture you,” he continued. Zuzulla took his hand as he helped her along the rocky ledge. She had no reason to trust this man, but at this point she had no other choice.
They headed deep into the forest, the woods were thick and dark. Zuzulla knew that it was still light out only because of the few streams of light that seemed to sneak through the thick trees. After about 2 hours she was becoming tired and was having trouble keeping up with Zuzulla. Her body was not used to this amount of exercise on top of that her stomach felt as if it were going to come out of her throat due to hunger.
“I have to stop,” she said to Carden.
“We can’t stop, not much further to go,” he replied, looking back at her as she tried to keep up with him.
“You don’t understand,” she pleaded, “I can’t continue on.”
“What do you want princess,” Carden said clearly agitated, “I am not one of your servants. I am not going to carry you.”
He could hear her whimper as he raised his voice and a ping of guilt filled him. He turned and looked at her. She was a mess, her dress ripped dirt on her thighs and her hair standing up from getting wet. No one would have ever thought she was a princess if they had seen her.
“I’m sorry,” Carden said to her, “We will be at the caves soon.” He was not used to dealing with human women. It had been so long since he had been human it seemed like a lifetime ago. He was glad that he had been changed at the age of 25 and would never age. His body was in perfect condition and he had the knowledge of many old men.
She looked up at Carden clearly shaken but still trying to seem as if she were brave. It made Carden smile, he had never imagined that she would be as brave as she had been. He assumed she would have broken down by now and begged to go home he was amazed when she did not. What he did not know was that she was not sure if she wanted to return home. While they were walking, she had been thinking about what he had said about her father. It was not the first time that she had heard he was an evil man or that he had terrorized an entire village. She had just not wanted to believe it until now.
But the more she thought about it, the more she realized that this man would not have taken her if he were not desperate to stop her father. She had thought about all of the people who had died at the hands of the only man she had ever loved and the legacy he would be leaving her with when she became Queen. The more she considered it the less she wanted to return home.
“I’m not like him,” she said to Carden as they entered a small clearing.
Carden
Heidi Murkoff, Sharon Mazel