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The Princess's Bodyguard ( Lyra point of view)

This story is in collaboration with the author K_Mopo, who will take care of Isolde's point of view. Orphaned. Haunted. Vengeful. Lyra Skyblade has one mission: to navigate the chaotic world that took her parents. Half-human, half-demon, she wields a knight mage's sword, a relic of sacrifice, a beacon of her survival. Isolde Blackwell, princess of the humans, is her opposite—arrogant, demanding, and everything Lyra despises. Their worlds collide when Lyra unknowingly saves Isolde from certain doom, binding their fates. Forced into the role of bodyguard, Lyra faces her greatest challenge: protecting a princess who detests her. But as they confront monsters and political intrigue, hate transforms into a dangerous attraction. Lyra's resolve wavers; can she keep Isolde safe while resisting the growing bond between them? In a land where peace is fragile and trust is rare, enemies become lovers in a tale of duty, sacrifice, and unexpected love.

popo9074 · Fantasia
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5 Chs

I could try to distract the bear

As he disappeared into the streets of Elaria, I watched him go with a sense of accomplishment. The forest had tested me, but I had emerged victorious, stronger in both magic and resolve. I knew that more challenges awaited, but for now, I would savor the quiet triumph of a battle won.

I decided not to head back immediately. Instead, I ventured deeper into the forest, keen to hunt a few more monsters. Their pelts and hides were valuable in Elaria's markets, and I could always use the extra coin. The forest held many secrets, and while it was dangerous, it was also a place where I could hone my skills and test my limits.

The forest grew denser as I moved further in, the canopy overhead blocking out much of the sunlight. Shadows danced among the trees, creating an eerie atmosphere. The leaves whispered in the wind, their rustling a constant reminder of the life teeming all around me. Every snap of a twig or rustle of leaves set my nerves on edge, but I welcomed the heightened senses. I tightened my grip on my sword, ready for whatever might emerge from the underbrush.

It wasn't long before I encountered my first quarry—a large, wolf-like creature with eyes that glowed an unnatural yellow. Its fur was matted and dark, blending seamlessly with the shadows of the forest. It growled low, a warning to stay away from its territory. The sound reverberated through the trees, a primal challenge. I smirked, welcoming the challenge.

"Shadow Blade," I whispered, enchanting my sword with darkness. The blade gleamed with a sinister light as I charged at the creature. It lunged, teeth bared, but I was faster. I sidestepped its attack and brought my sword down in a swift arc. The shadows extended along the blade, cutting deeper than any ordinary weapon could.

The creature yelped and staggered back, its eyes wide with surprise. I pressed my advantage, striking again and again until it collapsed at my feet. I took a moment to catch my breath, then set about skinning the beast. Its pelt would fetch a good price, and I could use its teeth and claws for various potions and charms. The task was messy, the creature's blood soaking into the forest floor, but it was necessary. As I worked, the forest seemed to hold its breath, watching me. I could feel its ancient presence, a living entity that both nurtured and challenged those who dared to enter.

I moved on, alert for any signs of other creatures. The forest was alive with sounds—chirping insects, distant bird calls, the rustle of small animals in the underbrush. The scent of pine and earth was thick in the air, a heady mix that filled my senses and grounded me in the moment. Each step I took was measured, careful. The forest floor was uneven, covered in a thick layer of fallen leaves and branches that could easily trip the unwary.

I came across several more beasts, each encounter testing my skills and resolve. A massive boar with tusks like daggers charged at me from the underbrush. I barely had time to react, diving to the side and rolling to my feet just in time to avoid its deadly charge. "Dark Chains," I intoned, and shadows sprang from the ground, ensnaring the boar. It struggled, eyes rolling in panic, and I finished it with a swift strike to the heart.

Next, I faced a serpent as thick as my arm, its scales shimmering in the dappled sunlight. It slithered towards me, its movements sinuous and hypnotic. I stood my ground, waiting for the right moment. When it struck, I was ready, summoning a shroud of darkness to blind it. Disoriented, it thrashed about, and I took the opportunity to strike. My blade cut through its neck with a single, well-aimed blow. Its body convulsed before going still, and I collected its venom for future use.

Even a flock of vicious birds attacked in unison, their beaks and claws a flurry of motion. I conjured a shield of shadows, their attacks bouncing harmlessly off its surface. With a wave of my hand, I sent tendrils of darkness through the air, ensnaring and crushing them. Each fight left me more tired but also more determined. My magic flowed through me, a comforting presence that guided my actions and kept me safe.

Hours passed, and I had gathered a considerable haul. The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows across the forest floor. I knew I should head back soon, but something compelled me to keep going. There was a sense of unfinished business, a feeling that the forest had one more challenge in store for me.

I followed a narrow path that twisted and turned, leading me deeper into the heart of the forest. The trees here were ancient, their trunks thick and gnarled, their branches heavy with age. The air was thick with the scent of pine and earth, a heady mix that filled my senses. The ground was soft underfoot, a thick layer of moss cushioning my steps. I felt a strange connection to this place, as if it were welcoming me and challenging me at the same time.

Suddenly, I heard a sound—a faint rustling, almost like a whisper. I froze, listening intently. The sound came again, and I realized it was coming from above. I looked up and saw a small figure perched on a branch high in the trees. She was clad in a dark cloak, her face hidden in the shadows. Her eyes, however, shone with a strange light, watching me intently.

Next to her, almost hidden in the underbrush, was a large bear. It was massive, its fur a deep brown that blended perfectly with the forest. Its eyes were fixed on the girl, a predatory gleam in their depths. It was clear the bear had cornered the girl, and she had climbed the tree to escape it.

The bear growled, a low, menacing sound that sent a chill down my spine. The girl remained silent, clinging to the tree branch as if her life depended on it—which, I realized, it did.

The scene before me was tense, a frozen moment of life and death. The bear's growl grew louder, more insistent, and the girl clutched the branch tighter, her knuckles white with strain. The forest seemed to hold its breath, the usual sounds of life silenced in the face of this confrontation. 

I took a cautious step forward, my eyes never leaving the bear. Its ears twitched, and it shifted its gaze to me, a warning in its eyes. I could see the intelligence in those dark depths, a primal cunning that made the beast all the more dangerous. I knew I had to be careful. One wrong move could provoke an attack, and I wasn't sure if I could defeat such a powerful creature without endangering the girl.

The light was fading fast, the shadows growing longer and deeper. I could barely make out the girl's features, but her eyes were wide with fear. She didn't cry out or make a sound, her silence a testament to her terror. The bear's attention flickered between us, its body coiled with tension. I had to act, but how? My mind raced, considering my options. I could try to distract the bear, lure it away from the girl, but that would be risky. If I failed, the consequences could be deadly.

As I stood there, contemplating my next move, the bear took a step forward, its massive paw crushing the underbrush beneath it. The girl gasped, a small, involuntary sound that seemed to echo through the forest. The bear's ears pricked up, and it growled again, louder this time. I tightened my grip on my sword, ready to defend myself and the girl if necessary.