Princess Chloe has been in hiding her entire life. Only a small handful of people even know who she really is. Most know her as Keen, the lowly servant girl who assists Eno, the local holy man in the small border village of Westerbrook. Eno is really Brother Emin, formerly the royal priest and magician, and best friend of Queen Leona and King Genten before they were assassinated by the queen’s brother, Sen. Now Sen rules the land as a tyrant, and the only reason Chloe is safe is because Sen believes she was killed in the explosion that killed her parents.
So Chloe lives far away from her murderous uncle, just across the border in the neighboring kingdom of Totopa. Her identity must be kept a secret, as she trains with Brother Emin for a day when she will return home to face her uncle and retake the throne that is rightfully hers. Most days, she spends the evenings after supper learning martial arts with Brother Emin. However, today he is busy visiting a dying man in a neighboring village, and so Chloe has the day to herself, to ride around the countryside with her best friend: her sweet, shaggy maned horse, Donkey.
She hadn’t been riding for long when she heard a scream off in the distance. Somewhere nearby, a woman was in considerable distress. Chloe could hear Emin’s voice in her mind, making it clear that she must avoid trouble and unnecessary attention at all costs. She ignored this voice, and spurred Donkey into a gallop in the direction she judged the scream had come from.
She soon came upon the source of the disturbance, four men in King Sen’s royal colors, inexplicably on the wrong side of the border, were harassing a young woman who had been out collecting apples alone. It didn’t take much of an imagination to see where this was going if no one intervened. Chloe planned on doing quite a bit of intervening.
She rode fast to close the distance between her and the others, and shouted as she drew near. “Hey, you four! Leave her alone. Why don’t you try picking on someone your own size?”
With this, she slowed Donkey down and rolled off the side of the horse in a fluid motion that even an accomplished trick rider would find impressive.
The men turned, for a moment taken aback by the sudden interruption. Then, they slowly broke into grins and chuckles when they saw that the challenger telling them to pick on someone their own size was barely half the size of any of them. She was also quite striking, although a bit unkempt and dirty, and they started to think that perhaps they’d doubled their day’s entertainments without even trying.
One of the men holding the other woman struck her across the face hard enough to daze her, so that they could deal with the newcomer without their original victim having the wits to get too far away. Then, the four men lazily moved to surround Chloe, cutting off any easy routes of escape.
“Well, little one. How’s about we pick on you then, eh? We’ll have a good time, you and us.”
The man who spoke began to reach out for Chloe’s wrist. This made him target number one. Moving with stunning quickness, Chloe grabbed the man’s reaching hand between his thumb and forefinger, twisting it uncomfortably, and bringing down her other hand in just the right place, snapping the bones in the man’s wrist with a satisfying crack. He let out a scream that began as shocked and ended as furious.
“You little…! Boys, kill that little cur.” He had tears in his eyes from the pain as he spit the words at his compatriots.
The others were hesitant to keep moving towards her, still in shock from her sudden and violent interaction with the man who she’d discerned by now must be the leader in some form, official or otherwise.
It took a few moments, but finally the men overcame their shock, and began to reengage Chloe from three sides at once. She was more dangerous than they had originally thought, but surely the three of them could handle her.
She quickly judged which of the men seemed to be moving toward her with the most momentum, this made that man target number two. She launched into a roll, toward two but just to his right. As she had hoped, his surprise tripped him up, and he staggered a bit, giving her the opening to regain her feet and kick him from behind into the man across from him. With the two men briefly tangled, it gave Chloe the chance to face the third man one on one. One on one with Chloe was hardly a fair fight, and she quickly landed a strike to his temple and throat that left him rolling on the ground in pain, temporarily unable to see or catch his breath.
She quickly engaged the other two men, running full speed at one and using him as a pivot point, launching off of target two and into target four. Two was too slow to grab her as she did so, and she was able get the height she needed to connect the heel of her hand with four’s nose. She did so with enough force that his body went limp immediately, she knew he would be unconscious for the next few hours.
Without hesitating, she turned and brought her foot quickly, and with great enthusiasm, into target two’s groin. Any plans he had for harassing lone women he encountered in the countryside would be put on hold for the foreseeable future.
The first soldier, the one with the broken wrist, had seen enough. He stood and began running as fast as he could away from Chloe, wincing as he held his forearm by the wrist.
Chloe had no way of knowing if other soldiers were nearby, so she whistled for Donkey, jumped into the saddle, and put out her hand for the stunned woman she had just saved to join her on Donkey’s back.