Scott had exited a tunnel there where 12 men. "You know what to do, no fatalities if she has a weapon run. Capture her and bring her here." author that Scott had started a small fair and began cooking some venison stew.

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Zandra had made it into the dining room, she wasn't exactly sure what to do other than to stand there and wait for Scott. She wandered where exactly he had went, and if she should have followed him. She brushed off the thought, she would wait here for now.

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It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one most adaptable to change. Charles Darwin.

The men sent from Scott had exited from a passage that brought them to the kitchen. They would be able to ambush her rather well from this room. They walked into the dinning room before the leader of the Band had said. "come on girly your coming with us we can do this the easy way or we could do it the hard way. "

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Zandra raised a single eyebrow, her mood going from happy and excited to agitated quite quickly. Zandra didn't like being bossed around, especially by someone she doesn't know. "And who might you be?" while she said this she placed her helmet on her head, hiding most of her face. Zandra didn't know these people at all. And at the moment, she didn't like them to well.

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It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one most adaptable to change. Charles Darwin.

The man smirked before saying. "the hard way it is common boys you heard what the boss said he wants her alive." the men began to approach Zandra

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Zandra reached for her daggers, she wasn't going anywhere with these men. She pulled out her daggers, one in each hand. She stood waiting for one guy to get to close to her, daggers at the ready.

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It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one most adaptable to change. Charles Darwin.

The leader of the gang had spread his arms out in order to stop his men. "you heard the boss she has weapons we leave." the men slowly backed away holding eye contact until they were in the kitchen. They hurried back into the passage and back to Scott. The leader of the group had told Scott what happened. scott simply smiled before tossing a bag of gold to the leader of the group. Your done here. Scott picked up the kettle he was making the stew in and returned to Zandra. "lesson one of your training and you didn't even have to learn the hard way. Very good, never assume your save." with that he had served her a bowl of the venison stew.

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Zandra put her daggers away, "I should have known they were with you." She said as she took the bowl from him. Zandra looked at the stew for a moment and then took a bite, enjoying the tender meat. "Thank you." she said after finishing her bite of the stew.

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It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one most adaptable to change. Charles Darwin.

Scott had laughed at Zandras first statement. "of course you should have, also there is no need to thank me for the stew hurry and finish it your training begins after you finish it.

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Zandra didn't waste time on the stew, she was eager for training, though she didn't eat sloppily, her mother had lived long enough to teach her the ways of a lady. But she also didn't eat a lot, if she happened to get punched in the stomach she didn't want to loose what stew she had eaten. When she was done she nodded to Scott, "Ok, ready." She had enjoyed and appreciated the stew greatly. But with it know forgotten she was anticipating what was to come up with training.

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It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one most adaptable to change. Charles Darwin.

Scott had smirked before putting on his helmet. "you might as well sit back down I added a few extra ingredients to the Stew, why do you think I was not eating any of it. You'll be falling unconscious any moment now. When you wake up you'll know what to do."

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Zandra's smiled fell away, he had tampered with the stew... "What...?" Her word came out breathless, the side affects soon taking hold of her. Her eyes were starting to droop, the ability to fight it was no use. Her deep blue eyes looked Scott over, betrayed shown in them. Zandra stumbled to the side, no longer conscious as she fell.

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It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one most adaptable to change. Charles Darwin.

Scott watched as Zandra had looked at him the emotion shown in her eyes hurt him as much as his actions had hurt her. As Zandra began to fall, Scott had attempted to catch her barely missing her arm as he grabbed at it. As she hit the floor Scott keenled beside her and picked her up. As he walked out the door of the house a tear had fallen from his cheek followed by. "I'm sorry Zandra"


Scott walked some time before coming too a shed in the middle of the woods he had laid Zandra down, before grabbing a note he had made earlier.

When you read this I will already have been gone for some time. Your next phase in training will be making your own armor, I have brought you to this location. You are isolated from the world I will return in 3 days time, until then all the necessary tools for crafting and gathering the materials for your Armor or inside this shed.

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'How could he have done this...?' Zandra thought. That's what most of her thoughts consisted off, or was it dreams? She wasn't sure. She couldn't really see anything, other than black, until her eyes lay upon a glow in the distance. Fire. Zandra knew it was fire from the crackle as the flames at up the wood the burned on. She walked forward a few feet, the fire soon growing to the size of a house. Looking inside Zandra thought she saw her father, but when the man turned around, it was someone totally different, not her father at all. That's when Zandra realized it was a dream, she didn't know when she would wake up.

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It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one most adaptable to change. Charles Darwin.

Scott began he's journey back to the estate. He thought to himself "wonder how her armour will look it is a reflection of the person when crafted by the person. I hope she forgives me. Well she has three days to think about it while she's out in the middle of nowhere."

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Zandra's eyes slowly opened. As she slowly became conscious she realized she was on the ground, in a shed. 'How did i...?' the flashes of memory came back. Her confusion was replaced with a mix of anger and pain. She sat up looking around. There were tools and weapons all around, and beside her lay a note. Grabbing it she read it. "Could you not have walked me out here?" she growled lowly to herself. She would kick his a** when he returned. Standing she looked outside, it was still day, and plenty of day was left to start.

She grabbed walked out, heading more into the woods. If she was to make armor, she would need animal hide.

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It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one most adaptable to change. Charles Darwin.

Scott had three days to waste he had time to do more ill deeds. Maybe even draw out more knights. He was off to the nearby town his men once he had arrived at the estate. He thought aloud "just a bit further."

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Zandra walked silently through the forest, careful not to step upon the fallen leaves. She drew out her daggers at the sight of a buck, but she wasn't going to go for him. The way she seen it, he was healthy and could produce healthy offspring. If she was going to get an animal, she would get one that was sick, or close to dying. Continuing on she kept an eye out. Zandras body was easy to keep quiet, her footsteps slow and steady.

She paused once, the sight of a cave drawing in her curiosity. Peering from behind a tree she could hear something moving around inside, if she was lucky, the wind would work with her and not give her position away. Peering forward she shivered slightly, the sight of a large bear causing the action. The bear was no doubt old, grey lining through its thick brown fur. Being old also meant the bear was experienced, it raised its large snout, testing the air. Zandra sucked in a breath as the predators small dark eyes landed on her. Zandra was in over her head.

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It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one most adaptable to change. Charles Darwin.

Scott had finnaly arrived at the estate and mounted his horse his men were waiting for him in the next town. He'd have to be careful were he had went this was the kings territory now. Squads of soldiers would surly be patrolling routes.

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Zandra was wary of the bear, watching as the large creature rose to its full height and roared. The loud noise echoed in her chest, cursing fear through her. Pulling out her daggers she stepped back, the bear now starting to charge at her. Dunking to the side the bear zoomed past her, nearly catching her with its claws. Turning as the bear passed she cut its back leg, causing it to roar again, this time in pain.

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It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one most adaptable to change. Charles Darwin.