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Hannah Curtiss-Personal Narrative

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"If my men are too scared to return without Hannah Curtis, I will happily let Miss Curtis kill them. There is no room for cowardice in these ranks, boys. I, however, am no coward and an honorable warrior will let me go free back to my Queen." The Commander sounds disgusted as he raises his voice to address me, assuming I'm somewhere near him. Which is true, obviously, yet he can't be sure. There was no way I would let any of the Queen's Guard go free. The man has to know that. I applaud him mentally for having the nerve to ask. He certainly is no coward. If I reveal myself, I would have no choice but to cut them all down. Not an option. Instead, I hold my breath and wait. After a few moment's more discussion, the soldiers head back in the …show more content…

A few deep breaths later, I make the call again. I continue this pattern until I reach a clearing approximately 10 meters across. I switch calls and my five friends come out of the shadows one by one at random intervals, having followed the call to this clearing. Kaitlin is first, followed by Jill, Adriana, Nicole, and Courtney. We all wear the same black clothing, looking the bit the rogues we are. I grin and we hug each other, celebrating that the troops were awful shots and that we had all survived the "dangerous" encounter. Were any of us truly in fear? No, of course not. Therefore, we prepare for the night, making camp and sitting under the stars in the clearing as night falls around us like a protective shield. We don't dare risk a fire, the troops might detect it, but it is a warmer night anyways. "I perceive the mission went smoothly. The target was neutralized quickly, and everyone survived with no injuries at all," I say, looking around the …show more content…

What we do is dangerous, we know. That won't going to stop us from doing it. The Queen deserves to be defeated. Which means we will defeat her. I'm still smiling as I turn to Kaitlin, "set the watches, I'll be back." "Where are you going?" Courtney asks, looking up from the orange she has begun peeling. I stop at the edge of the clearing and look at her for a moment. "I'll be back," I repeat, trusting that they'll just take my word for it. They nod and go back to eating and talking. I walk through the darkening forest, leaves crunching with barely a sound under my boots, ferns, bushes, and low branches brushing my clothes and face. I act as a silent shadow moving through the trees until I reach the tree-line. The Village of Thayne lies down a sloping hill off to the left from where I stand. Rolling green hills surround the meager village, encompassing it in a valley. I look to the right where the hills turn into a sharp, steep cliff. At the bottom of that cliff lies a gorge. The Gorge we call it, the Queen's military headquarters. The bottom is sandy and fences with barbed wire stand on all sides of the installation, attempting to dissuade visitors. We had just proven the fence pointless, in

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