AN- I, like a lot of others, was annoyed that you weren't able to marry Ben Finn (Oh why Lionhead, you let us marry Elliot but not Ben), and thus, this story was born. I hope you enjoy it.
Soldier in Blood Splattered Uniform
After mercilessly slaughtering an entire army of Hobbes, Skye, the princess of Albion – along with her mentor, Walter, walked out of the cave into the open air, a marshy swamp under their feet. They were in Mourningwood. The pair were recruiting allies to help them lead a rebellion and throw Skye's eldest brother, Logan, off the throne. It had seemed that Logan would make an excellent ruler, he most definitely had the arrogance, as well as the brains to make decisions that would benefit Albion the most. No one had foreseen him being the cause of the country's downfall and introducing child labour to help the rise of the industrial revolution. He was a tyrant and needed to be stopped.
"I hope the people we are looking for are still alive," Walter said, a nervous tone lacing his voice.
'I bloody well hope so too' Skye thought. 'What's the point in trekking through a colossal cavern full of smelly Hobbes in order to seek out some people who aren't alive?' "Why wouldn't they be?" She asked.
"Because, come nightfall, Mourningwood is one of the most dangerous places in Albion."
Gruesome images of Hollowmen and other dangerous creatures plagued her mind. She'd grown up inside the castle, the closest she'd ever gotten to these ghastly beasts were pictures in storybooks. Well, up until now of course. Despite having just fought their way through a filthy cave of Hobbes, the thought of being in Mourningwood at nightfall absolutely terrified her. Skye tried her best to hide her troubling thoughts from Walter - she didn't want him to think she wasn't capable of carrying out this quest, or even worse, incapable of becoming queen. She was expected to do all these quests without difficulty, because of the fact she was a hero. Just like her father, who died along with her mother when Skye was fifteen.
She shook her head, trying to erase the thought of her parents. That wasn't something she wanted to think about, it was easier to supress the image before painful memories came flooding back.
The voice in her mind ceased and she was pulled back into the real world. Walter carried on talking, not having noticed Skye wasn't listening.
Emerging from a lookout point above some rickety gates, a soldier appeared, pointing his rifle at them. "Cease your movement, be you men or be you Hollowmen?" the soldier said.
"Have you gone daft boy? Open up the door," Walter demanded, playfully. One thing Skye loved about Walter was his cheery demeanor. The best kind of person is someone who can make you chuckle.
"Walter, is that you?" the soldier replied, rather timidly, embarrassed that he had mistaken then for Hollowmen.
"The very same," Walter said. "Now let us in."
"Open up these doors, and tell Major Swift that Walter is here," the soldier yelled down to the other side of the gates.
The shoddy wooden gates, quite considerable in size, groaned as they opened and the two walked inside the fort.
They were greeted by two soldiers, one with a large moustache, and the other with a hint of a smirk painted on his face.
The moustached man was the first to speak. "Walter, what in the blazes are you doing here?"
Skye had deduced that the majority, if not all, of the people here knew Walter and were obviously quite close to him at some point.
"I came here looking for you," Walter replied, his face then turning serious. "I have a proposition."
"You came all this way to proposition us? And I thought you were here to save us from the legions of the damned" The other soldier said, his smirk growing wider.
Skye looked at him, her eyes landing upon his rugged, but handsome, features. She couldn't help but admit to herself that he was very attractive.