In Love With the Enemy

[Aqua7KH]

(Sorry but I'm skipping the whole battle part because it was just gonna take forever and I'm tired OTL)


The sun gazed with harsh rays over the the forest. Despite the sunny day, it wasn't spent in peace or relaxation for many lost their lives in the heat of battle. A camp for the empire was attacked by a group from the rebellion; they were quickly slaughtered. Bodies laid around the camp, blood watering the dry foilage below.


"Woooo!" Howled one of the Rebels, proudly raising his fist and sword in air. "Damned the Empire!" The other comrades cheered, excited to spend the night to celebrate their victory.

 

[Fraganti]

The leader of the Rebellion walked around the dead, slain, bloody, battered bodies of his comrades and enemies alike. It was a victory for him and his men, a good one at that. The Rebellion hadn't taken too many losses, and only three of four men at the most died. It was obvious The Empire were taken by surprise. No group of well-trained soldiers in their right mind would lose to a small spark of rebellion, but they did. Bringing his sword down in to its leather sheathe, he sighed. His men and himself were scouting around for injured and survivors. "We won the battle, men, but our fallen have not. Search for wounded and injured. If you find a lower ranked Empire solder, execute them. Other than that, bring them to me. I'll be in my tent!", exclaimed the leader.

 

[Aqua7KH]

The men agreed with their leader. Many looted the dead enemy soldiers for whatever loot they had. Some were fooling around while the soldiers in higher ranks only scolded them and paid respect for those who perished. Some moans and groans were here from a few injured who sustained some wounds here and there, but overall it was a stunning victory. The death toll for the rebels were low, and the injured had bareable injuries.


Everything was going as well as can be expected, until some commotion could be heard from outside the tent.


"We got a feisty one ain't we?"


"Meh I've seen better bosoms."


"God, why did they let a little boy join the rebellion?"


"HEY! Let me go!"


"Stop squirming or I'll kill you right here."


In the tent a young girl was thrown into the ground infront of the leader. She had fluffy brown hair up to her shoulders which trailed over her dirty steel armor. Two men stood behind her, one who appeared to be pissed off and the other rather scared.


"S-Sorry sir, she sorta just fell out of our hands!"


"This one's with the empire sir. We caught 'er trying to attack this idiot 'ere."

 

[Fraganti]

The leader finished signing and drafting some paperwork, despite the commotion outside. He couldn't have cared less what his men did outside, as long as they set the base up with rebel flags properly. He stacked the paperwork and letters neatly, sealing them all with the official Rebellion seal. Standing up, he moved over to the map table, fixing the pins on the map correctly. He had now taken Fort Agatha, a highly-equipped yet ill-manned fort for The Rebellion. It was a miraculous victory. His higher-ups had not expected for him to win the battle. All of these thoughts ran through the back of his head before his soldiers threw the girl into his tent.


"What's this?", said the leader. "A girl? Hm. You two are dismissed, next time, step it up and get her under control immediately." He motioned for his two soldiers to walk away and get back to their duties.


"What is your rank and name?", inquired the leader.

 

[Aqua7KH]

"Yessir." Responded the seasoned soldier with a salute, dragging the younger whimp behind with a slap in the back of the head as he started complaining. The younger soldier only hissed and began to wrestle the older soldier outside causing onlookers to laugh as they worked. It was hard preventing clowns from joining the rebellion.


Meanwhile the woman before him sat on her knees, stairing hard into the ground.


"I don't have to tell you anything about me." She uttered.

 

[Fraganti]

"Yes, you do. Do you honestly think you're gonna survive more than two minutes out there if I throw you out to my men? Pft. Tell me. What is your rank and name?, demanded the leader. It was quite true. If he gave her back to his men, she wouldn't survive for more than a minute. Then again, he didn't care, and he only wanted her rank and name.


The leader moved a hand down to her chin, lifting it up at his own blue eyes. "Tell me, now."


He sighed, his hand still on her chin.

 

[Aqua7KH]

The woman looked into the man's eyes, green meeting with blue. There wasn't any sort of fear or courage in her gaze; it was hard to tell how she felt.


She pulled away from his finger, looking up to him once more.


"My name is Anna Blackswell. I'm a new recruit in the Empire, but before that I was an apprentice Blacksmith and Adventurer, putting an end to injustice acts of bandits and your men." Her hair was fluffy and brown, pulled back and pinned to dangle down her back. Some loose hairs dangled over her face.

 

[Fraganti]

The leader stared the at the woman's sparkling green eyes. He stared longer than usual, before making an awkward spin and walking around his map table before reaching the woman again.


He crossed his arms as he retraced his finger from her chin, sighing.


"A recruit. I was expecting much more." He turned again, then speaking as he walked across his map table.


"Tell me one good reason why I should not execute a petty recruit who has admitted to murdering my men." The man walked over, fixing the hairs on her face softly.

 

[Aqua7KH]

The woman didn't seem to make much eye contact as the leader spoke. There was an odd calmness about her exterior; it was almost as if she was accepting her fate.


"I'm sorry to dissapoint." She uttered, sarcastic and venomous. She remained silent for a few furthur moments when he inquired a reason not to kill her. She almost didn't even bother answering.


"I have no reason. To you I am just a stranger who murdered your men. To myself, I am a wanderer wanting to end this toxic war that plagues my home. To others, they call me Dragonborn. In my heart, I'm Anna." She looked up to the person, to death in the eyes once more. As before, they showed acceptance.

 

[Fraganti]

The leader listened curiously. He honestly couldn't have cared less about whatever the woman said. It was all protocol, bringing in the survivors and asking them rudimentary, irrelevant questions.


For every survivor, he was ordered to execute them. But, there was something the leader felt about this one. Something special, but he could not tell as his eyes stared down into hers.


"Oh, ho ho, the Dragonborn. The last of them died out hundreds of years ago. They are almost as real as your chance of walking out of here arrive.", said the leader. He laughed, a smirk on his face as his tall figure knelt down behind her, tightening the rope restraints on her. A hand would move to her collar, the man grasping it firmly as he lifted her up, walking her off. It was presumable that she'd be moved to a prison, but that only happened for higher-ranking people. Maybe he wanted her to live?

 

[Aqua7KH]

(Wanna discuss more about the rp in chat? Also whatcha gonna name him?)


The woman stumbled over as the man dragged her along, narrowing her eyes as she saw the looks of the enemy soldiers. Some called to kill her, others, like a woman soldier seemed to feel pity for the woman. The older soldier from earlier approached the leader.


"Sir, what are you going to do with her?"

 

[Fraganti]

The leader sighed, hearing the experienced, decorated older soldier. He had hoped this wouldn't happen. The men most likely thought that she was a higher rank now, and that gave them more incitement to kill her. Wild chants were spread all across the camp. "Calm down!", he yelled, directed at everyone in the camp.


"Taking her in. She is a Lieutenant, we'll have to wait until the 42nd Convoy Unit can arrive to transfer her to the higher ups.", said the leader to the older soldier.


He continued walking, before reaching the bowels of the prison. It had already been cleaned, and suit to the rebellion's need. The leader took her through to the most secure part, where only the most trusted men guarded the section. The leader threw her into the cell, locking it after having stripped her of all her gear and armor. "Wait here."

 

[Aqua7KH]

The men only sighed in disappointment. Ana couldn't help but look on in mild shock at the leader's lie. Such a thing caused her to ponder why he was doing such a thing. Maybe he wanted her all to himself? She followed along with the man, roughly pulling at her binds when he tugged her. Not too long later, she was thrown into a cold wet cell. She looked up to him as he closed the door, wearing nothing thin pants and a shirt.


"Why did you do that?" She asked.

 

[Fraganti]

The leader sighed, hearing her question. He lifted his hand, scratching the back of his head in a calm manner. It was quite easy to see that, at least in his eyes, a woman like her would never survive more than a split second. Down under, he was a good man, not a cold psychopath.


"Be quiet.", he said, walking off for a brief moment. There were not any guards present at the moment as the leader returned with a tray of food. The tray included a small bread roll, and water. He knelt down, sliding it under the thin gap that displaced the cell door from the cell.


"Eat up."

 

[Aqua7KH]

Ana narrowed her eyes and looked at him. She wasn't slightly unnerved by his strange and unexpected kindness. At first she pushed the tray of food away, but her stomach was just so empty.


Soon her hunger got the best of her and she slowly reached her hand out for the bread. Almost immediatly began to eat, utterly starving.