The clanging and bashing of steel on steel, mace against shield was drowned out by the

sheer determination of one strong, independent princess. Jessica and her father, the kind,

were assumed positions on the front lines, leading their kingdom's best men in a

desperate attempt to fend off the invading enemies. Blood stained the river red as the

body count increased, until the knights considered them hindrances rather than

concerns, having to step over carcass after lifeless carcass to advance on the next enemy

ahead. A bitter cold swept the skin under every helmet-hidde profile. The continuous

battle with this certain territory was about to be decided by the unexpectedly high

number of men on the other side during this particular war.

Standing in the shallow and narrow river that surrounds the city, Jessica glanced for a

spilt second to her right in search of a familiar voice in the form of a wail. The king had

just been impaled by a lace in his chest, face down in the dirt, stricken with pain and

fear, and yet he stlll held the face of a brave leader of his people. Dad... However, this

was no time for tedious emotions. She must not let her father's efforts go to waste.

As she turned to face her next opponent with more ferocity, it became apparent that she

was already a second too late. Dual swords were aimed for the center of her corneas.

She attempted to side-step, raise the sword in her right hand, and go for a clean

backstabbing kill, but to no avail. She'd only managed to make the side-step as the

whole world around her suddenly became blacker than a dark and stormy night. She fell

to her knees with hands over her impaired sockets. The perpetrator had raised one 

double-edged sword to finish her, but a fellow knight managed to step in to block it 

before it struck her down.