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Cheyenne finds herself in a strange spot. Trying to save the city she finds herself a portal and steps through it. She finds herself in a period of time she’d never thought she see. Now desperate to get back to her time period and to her kingdom she has to fight the wars of her forefathers as the White Knight. She is tasked in the conquering and building of her new kingdom she once ruled. Will she find her way back to her time or be stuck in this time period forever? Chapter One – A Leap of Time October 4 675 AD Cheyenne charged down the street after a man in a green cloak with a leather helmet on. The both duct moving between all the citizen and wagons being pulled by horses. “Stop running this is the White Knight, bandit!” Cheyenne ran with her shield out and her sword. She kept her sword close to her and behind her so she would not cut anyone with it. Her skin felt cold as her white dress was becoming not much for the cold weather. “I want to get this over so I can get back

Chapter Three A New Journey The Next Morning Cheyenne stood in the armory of her room as she looked at her armor and weapon hanging. She felt the new red and white dress on her as it was costume made. She could see the bottom half of it was red and the rest was white. Looking down at the mask she was familiar with wearing she looked a bit sad at it before putting it on. “Everything okay my queen?” Evalyn walks in. “Ah yeah.” Cheyenne turns around a bit surprised as she ties her mask on from behind. “Having second thoughts?” She walked over and helped her tie it. “No, just hoping I can find more out there than just peace.” She stopped trying to tie it and let Evalyn do it. “Peace of mind finding the killer of your parents.” She asked curiously. Cheyenne closed her eyes as she felt a surge of pain and anger shoot through her. Clenching her teeth and fist before slowly relaxing as she thought of her parents being killed in front of her. Turning to look at Evalyn she shook her head no. “I

Chapter Three Lift Off Rowan wakes a up with the big blue blanket around her. She gripped the blanket tightly. Tears start to fall down her cheeks as she cried remembering yesterday and how she was taken in. She held the blanket close to her face. John knocked and opened the door slowly. “Time to wake up Rowan,” He walked in a little with a small smile on his face. Rowan rubbed her eyes clear and looked up at him. Nodding with a big grin on her face. “I’ll start getting ready! She jumped out of bed. “You don’t need to rush.” He smiled laughing a little. “Are you sure?” She looked a bit confused. “Yes. I’ll be downstairs finishing packing.” He walks back out of the door way closing the door. She turned and started to make her bed. Grabbing an edge of each blanket and tossing the blanket up. As the blanket was flicked up it came unraveled and unwrinkled. It slowly came hovering back down onto the bed. She went all around the bed and smoothed out the rest. She looked at the bed. “Guess

Chapter Two Gathering of Help *A Few Weeks later* Cheyenne sits at the dining area with a verity scrolls in front of her. Some of the scrolls were rolled up while other were unrolled. She reads a scroll entailing the state of each city in the Kingdom of Queria. “Seems like everyone is doing alright and nothing is to suspicious.” She took a bit of her blueberry muffin and chewed slowly as she rolled the scroll back up and set it to the side. As she pulled the red string of another scroll and unrolled it, she began to read it to herself. “I Prince of Republic of Ripbachia would like to have a royal marriage with you. I hear great things about you my humble queen…” She looked very annoy at the scroll and stopped reading as she rolled it back up and tighten the red string around it tightly. She grabbed the scroll tightly and threw it in the fireplace across from her and smiled watching it burn. She watched as the paper stood no match against the hot embers. Finally watching it turn to

Chapter Two Kindness and Magic Rowan’s eyes open slowly as she wakes up in a soft white bed with a red blanket over her. She looks around as she lays on a soft white pillow. Seeing a dark brown ceiling and a glowing orb a light in the center of the room. She moved her head and saw a wooden table full of scrolls and paper works on it. Moving her eyes, a bit more she could see the walls were covered in bookshelves. Various colors of books were scattered in them with some pulled out and laying in stacks in front of others. Between two shelves though was a dark oak door with a golden handle on it. The room felt still as she had no idea where she was. Moving the cover off her all she could remember she was on fire. Moving to see her arms, legs and body was wrapped in bandages. She couldn’t feel much pain but remember the scorching pains. It sent shivers through her body as she sat up slowly. She grabbed the white sleeves of her shirt remembering the pain. Moving the chair in front of bed to

Clash of Kingdoms – A Princess Tale Part Two *Four months later* Chapter One – The Meeting Cheyenne stood and look at Sierra as they both were in a fighting stance. Cheyenne studied her sword with the white crème handle and the dark black iron blade that was as tall as Sierra. Cheyenne watched as Sierra stood in black leather leggings and a black leather shirt. She had on a dark breast plate with the armor extending down to her legs and to her arms. Lighting shot off her body. Cheyenne left hand shook as she felt her fingers dumb from biting them and drinking her blood. Her metal shield with the cardinal and cross on it felt heavy in her arms as she was tired and could barely stand. Her golden eyes filled with what power she had left. Her canines dig into the bottom of her lower lips. Her red and white dress was torn up and was covered in blood. Cheyenne felt a cool breeze sweep across the empty green plains. Her golden hair flowed just as Sierra did. She panted as she watched her

Chapter One – Ashes to Growth Rowan lifted a basket of grain off a carted and took it into her master’s house. She went through the big red velvet door and laid the grain bags on the kitchen floor and ran back kind of worried. As she walked by the mirror at the front of the entrance to her left, she saw her reflection. Her green eyes and red hair were bold, and her white skin shimmered in the morning sun. Her hair was long and kind of messy going to her mid back. The white work dress she had on was a bit worn and had a few black patches in other the lower seems of her dress. She wasn’t sure how old she was, but she looked thirteen. As she came outside, she saw the big heavy-set bald man standing outside the door. The man’s black eyes looked at her as she was scared in her footsteps. The man was in a nice green and red velvet button shirt and black slacks. “Hurry up Rowan. Those supplies aren’t going to move themselves!” He yelled at her and pointed at the cart as he croaked. “Yes

Chapter Thirteen – The Queen Cheyenne stands there as she holds Sierra close. Her sword still stuck all the way through Sierra stomach as the blood from it covers over Cheyenne’s hand. Cheyenne wept as she felt like she had to do the hardest thing in her life. She slowly pulled the sword as she listened to her poor sister screamed in agony. As Cheyenne pulls the last bit of the sword out and she dropped it to the ground she felt Sierra push her away a little. Cheyenne stumbles back a little as she looked at Sierra with her head down and she raised her arms to cover over her bleeding stomach. “I’m sorry it had to come to this Sierra. I never wanted this.” Cheyenne wiped her tears away as she tried to clear her throat of the dry itchiness it had. Sierra stood there in silence, listening to her younger sister and didn’t say a word as she stood there. Sierra moved her hands over her pierced stomach. Her hands glowed fiery orange as she shoots flame through the wound, cauterizing the wound

Chapter Twelve – Blood Ties Cheyenne stands as she looks at her sister which has turned around suddenly and seen her. The guards and the maids in the room turn to look at Cheyenne. The guards seemed shocked at Cheyenne’s difference appearance. As Cheyenne took another step towards Sierra all the maids ran to the kitchen screaming. Cheyenne stood there with her scarlet eyes and black slit pupils staring Sierra down. Her scales finally stopped as the formed around her eyes, cheeks, neck and forearms. Her canines, horns and claws seemed very sharp. Sierra got angry as she balled up her fists. Her golden green eyes turning a bright green as she summoned fire in her hands. As she moves to a fighting pose. Getting angry seeing dark red scales grow across her sisters’ skin. “You were supposed to be dead and gout of my way!” Sierra yells at Cheyenne as her fire grew in her hands. “You threw me in jail on no proof! I didn’t kill our parents I tried to save them from that evil man!” Cheyenne

Chapter Eleven – Retribution As the man saw Cheyenne closing her eyes and tears running down them. He watched her smile surprised by her action. He raised the axe even higher. He mustered a lot of strength and put his final grip into the handle. “Farewell child.” He swung the axe down towards Cheyenne’s neck. Suddenly the door bashes open as Tod charges in. “Stop right their Henry!” Tod blurted out. Henry stops his swing right as the axe was above her neck. He looked a bit surprised and wondered what was going on. The shock looked when he saw it was Lieutenant Tod. Cheyenne’s eyes burst open and she turns her head to the right as she sees Tod. She smiles crying harder and relaxes a bit. “Tod.” She says in soft and grateful tone. “Have you come to watch the execution?” He changes his mood and snickers. “No, I’m here to take Cheyenne back to the castle.” He walks towards them. Cheyenne looks a bit puzzled by all this. She looks between Tod and Henry seeing the tension becoming