Chapter II: A Kidnapped Princess
“Umm, I know that.” Jaramiah said, thinking. “No!” Mindolean yelled, stamping her foot. “That's not all.” she continued. “Then what is it?” he asked patiently. “I am never supposed to tell any one. But, I would like to tell you.” she said, tearing up. The confused captain got up and walked over to her. “You can tell me.” he said, wiping a tear from her cheek. “I know.” Mindolean whispered, finding no voice. “I want to. I am just,” she looked away, then back to him. “I am afraid.” she finished, a lump in her throat.
“Don't be.” he whispered back, taking her hand. “For starters, my name is not Mindolean.” she began, looking in his eyes, waiting for an angry look. “My name is Mihanna. And I was heading for Arnoria to get troops for the battle my people are preparing for.” she said. Looking up at him. He looked down at her, very sincerely. “Is that all? All you had to do was tell me. There was no need to fear me.” he said. “There is one more thing.” Mihanna said, taking her hand out of his, and walking over to the bed. She sat down, and put her hand on the bed, beside her. He walked over, and sat beside her. “I'm a princess, I will be a queen in four years. Queen of the Teurguein elves, and I wouldn't blame you if you never spoke to me again.” He looked astounded. He got up, and said, as he walked to the door: “This is allot to swallow. I...” but he left, and Mihanna felt sad, and lonely. She felt strange. She had never felt this feeling before. She felt sorry, and wanted him to return. Something caught her eye out the window. She looked over to it, and saw a ship barely visible to her eyes. It appeared to be turning in their direction, and this looked suspicious. She decided she had better tell the captain. She opened the door, and went tot his room. She knocked quietly, then waited. “Enter.” a muffled voice, from inside said. She went in, and saw he was in deep thought. She cleared her throat, then began. “If the Princess, you really are, I will take you back to Maili.” He said. “I have been searching for now on three weeks. When you did not show up at Arnoria, for the solders, we were in fear for you. So they summoned me, and, you can fairly well, guess the rest.” “Yes.” Mihanna said, thinking. “Sir.” she continued, remembering her original purpose for talking to him. “There is a ship approaching.” Mihanna said. He looked up at her, then went over to the window. “I see nothing.” he said, looking back at her. “Well, only my eyes can see it, until it comes closer, but then it would be too late to turn, or act.” she continued. “I see.” the young man continued, turning to her. “You do?” Mihanna asked shockingly. “No.” he replied, firmly. “I don't see it, but I do see your point by telling me.” he stated. “I will command the crew, you, get some where safe, since you are royalty. I guess now, you are my duty. I promise, I will protect you.” Captain Jaramiah said, as he left the room, speedily. Mihanna didn't want to hide; she wanted to be in the action. She followed him, up to the deck, the ship was within sight now, and the crew were all abroad. She hid behind the Main Mast, which is the first Mast, when you come out of the lower ship. It holds up the Main Sail. She watched as he ordered his crew, and she was amazed at how well they followed him. “They are going to fire at us Sir!” one of the men, on the High Mast shouted. Jaramiah looked around, then saw cannons being readied, on the approaching ship. Mihanna slowly went out of her hiding place, and looked at all the incredible things to see. The sun was beautiful, and the wind swept her hair about her. There was shouting, then a horrendous BOOM! The crew shot down to the deck, but Mihanna didn't see or hear, the cannon ball coming strait for her! The Captain got up, ran to her, and knocked her to the ground, before it hit. Jaramiah was on top of her, pinning her to the deck floor. She looked up at him. “You saved my life; again.” he nodded slightly. “Well, you are in danger up here. And I told you to stay down there!” he said, his voice growing stern. He helped her up, then pushed her back down the steps to the Gallery deck, which is where all the cabins are. She went down, reluctantly, and went back to her room. She heard yelling, and shouting, then silence. Mihanna heard nothing, then there was a loud Crash! She guessed that the ships had collided. The ship was shaking, and she was tossed around. The sound of colliding swords, she heard, and feared for the Captain. “I wish I could help him, but by making myself visible, I endanger myself, and those around me.” she said. But her mind was made up, she left the room. She was walking down the hall, to the deck, when a door opened behind her. She turned, and saw men cautiously entering. She ran as quietly as she could, though there was water, ankle high. She started running, the men had seen her turn the corner though. “There!” one yelled, then the case was on. Mihanna sped down a hall, then turned her head, to see if they were close behind. She saw they were about four yards from her, but as soon as her head turned around, she was pulled to the side, her mouth covered, and some one had her hands. She was pulled to the ground, and she saw the other solders pass by. She thought that the man holding her was Jaramiah. She was taken to her feet, but not let go of! She was being taken, in the opposite direction, of the way she wanted to go! She now began to struggle, and fight. She was held firmly, by three men, as far as she could tell. They took her up to the Main Deck, and began to take her to the side, where a ladder was hanging down. She had realized, that these men were not the Captain's! They were either Pirates, or Ragar's men. Pirates seamed out of reason. For they didn't smell, or act like Pirates. A Pirate would have picked her up, with brute strength, and carried her off. Then, when the thought passed from her mind, one of them began to speak. “Let's sink this rat hole!” the one who held her arms said. “No.” the one who was pulling her stated. “'e gotta find the big guy, ya know, the Captain!” he said. “'e's the one that Ragar wants! Once we find him, 'e'll go.” he finished. When Mihanna heard that name, she struggled more than ever. She felt something behind her. Suddenly, they fell to the ground, no one knew what had happened. It was Jaramiah! He knocked them down, then took Mihanna's hand, and ran toward another ladder hanging down on the opposite side. Men ran up behind them, and Jaramiah took out his sword. He killed those nearest to them, and the others turned, and fled. “Incredible.” Mihanna said, in her amazement. “You are a Hero.” she said. “Well...” but he didn't finish, a bow was pointed at them, by the man who had her mouth, and they froze. Mihanna knew that if he could, he would take the hit. The arrow was loosed, and let go. Mihanna jumped in front of the Captain, and took the shot! She fell to the deck in pain, the arrow had only scraped her arm, but the gash was deep. It was about two inches above her elbow. She held her arm, and tried to stand, but she fell, and Jaramiah held her. “Now,” The one who held her arms said, pulling out his sword. “give her to us, or he'll shoot again.” The first one fitted another arrow to the string, then pointed it at them. “No!” Mihanna yelled, in her pain. “Don't do it. They cannot shoot me, they don't have the heart! Plus, if they did, their boss would have their heads!” she said, Jaramiah looked at her, and felt her pain, he couldn't give her up. “They did it once, I'm sure they can again!” He said, holding his collar. Mihanna fell to the deck, pulling him down with her. “Yes, wise boy. He is correct. Now, come, let us have her.” he said, extending his hand to Mihanna. “Don't leave me.” Jaramiah said, before she went under. “I won't leave you forever, just for the present. We will see each other again.” she said. Her eyes closed, and she saw no more. Jaramiah fell to his knees, and picked her up. Then gave her up, and surrendered. He didn't want to give up without a fight, but he did it for her, and he was being taken in her direction. Plus he could see that she was not being hurt, any more than she already was, that is! She was taken to a ship, and her wound was tended to. Jaramiah on the other hand; was taken to the Cellar, the prison, in a ship, and left there; alone.
Two days later, Ragar and Telibraun were in a room, in which Mihanna was laying in. Her wound was tended to, and bandaged, and she had been sleeping ever since. Telibraun, was a man of sturdy build, and was strong willed. He could get his way by force, if he had a mind to. Mihanna turned, and moved her lips, as if talking to some one. Ragar was lean, abnormally tall, sharp eyed, eared and of strong stature. Telibraun was a 234 year old man, that had shoulder length, Blond hair, Hazel eyes, and was quite handsome. Ragar had dark Green eyes, dark Brown, almost Black hair, and looked young for his age. Telibraun took a deep breath, then closed his eyes. He, and they were waiting for Mihanna to wake up. Ragar walked over to her, and sat on the bed beside her. He moved the few strands of hair out of her face, and looked curiously at her.
Her face grew dark, and she looked distressed. “She feels your presence.” The young man said, opening his eyes finally. Ragar looked at her still, and she didn't move at all now. Telibraun spoke again. “She feels the presence of evil; you.” “I can't help but wonder, what's going on inside her head.” He said thinking. “Let me know if she awakens.” he finished, walking to the door, but Telibraun stopped him, for she indeed was waking. They walked over to a study table, and hid themselves. Mihanna opened her eyes, and looked up. She began to get up, but her arm swelled, and she remembered the pain. She reached over and felt her wound; it was cold, and hard. Telibraun went out of hiding, and walked over to her. She looked up at him, in disbelief. “I'm really here. You know me.” he said, walking closer to her. “It's me, Telibraun.” he continued, extending his arm to her. She took it, and stood, looking in his eyes. “But, I, I thought, they got rid of you.” Mihanna said. Telibraun looked down at her, sincerely, and said: “No. They didn't.” Words were gone from her, and she was lost in the Blue-Green sea, of his eyes. “How are you my dear? I haven't seen you in almost fifteen years.” “I, I, don'-” she began. “That's alright.” he cut in. “You don't need to say anything. Just come to me, and tell me you missed me.” She walked over to him, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight. “I did.” she whispered, almost crying. Seeing the time was adequate, Ragar now approached them. The elf felt something getting closer behind her, and slowly turned. Ragar came slowly up, and Mihanna slowly backed away, giving him a look of hatred. “Why don't you have your soldiers shoot me with a poisoned arrow net time, and end all my trouble with you.” She said walking to the window, and folding her arms.