• Hiding in the brush that surrounded the area the sisters went over their plan once more. When whoever owned this little camp returned, they were in for a real surprise. Glancing around to see that all the traps were in place the older of the two sighed somewhat dramatically.
    “What’s the matter, Sam?” the younger questioned in a hushed tone.
    “Oh nothing important, just the usual regrets of having to capture some poor peasants down on their time and living in the woods.”
    “You know we wouldn’t be doing this unless it was absolutely necessary…”
    “I guess” the taller one responded. Bushing a stray lock of brown hair that had escaped from her pony tail, she returned her attention to the campsite, sad blue eyes sweeping the surrounding area for any sign of movement.
    She wasn’t to be disappointed. Off through the wood, a group of men talking loudly made there way through the foliage towards the camp. They were a large group, but that had already been calculated into the plan due to the amount of things that had been left lying around. They obviously didn’t expect anyone to find them in this obscure corner of the forest. Catching her sister’s hazy brown eyes and giving a silent nod they both turned and quietly began creeping towards the camp.
    The leader, a man not so tall but who walked with a certain authority, was the first to stumble upon a preset trap. His foot caught and the two branches that whipped towards him did a double job of not only knocking him unconscious, but the man who stood next to him. It was a good thing to, Sam thought to herself. She wouldn’t have wanted to try and take the second man out; he was a big as a bear.
    Instantly suspicious the others turned to back away with an exclamation, with the exception of one, who ran to the leader’s side with a cry of “Master!”
    “Damn” Sam muttered under her breath. That was unexpected. The rest of the party had predictable backtracked setting of the second trip wire that had just been pulled up by her sister. Falling, it had been a simple thing for her sister to run up and take them out. They would all live of course, they weren’t killers. Even if once they made it back to the castle they were hung, it wasn’t her fault. Maybe people should pay more attention to there surroundings. She would happily be killed in a fair fight, it’s not like she was helping the world become a better place now.
    Sam dashed out from behind the tree, quickly unstringing the bow she had had trained on the group unless one proved too difficult for her sister to manage. Dropping the bow she pulled a short knife and skidded to a halt several feet away from the only remaining member of the group that was still conscious. He jumped to his feet, eyes wide after witnessing the sudden fall of his friends.
    “I don’t want to hurt you” Sam said in a level voice, slowly advancing on him.
    “Oh, sure you don’t” the man said turning suddenly so that he could keep both her and her sister in view. Good lord he was infuriating Sam thought. She had been hoping to get him talking while her sister snuck up behind him. So much for that.
    “Stay back” he stuttered pulling out a weapon of his own. He held a short broad sword with a steady hand; it looked as though he knew how to wield it. Sam sighed loudly; first off this day she had been denied food, then getting pushed about by the miserable prison guard now this; some crazy peasant who just couldn’t react to a situation like any other normal person. Leaning her head to the side, she flicked a looked at her sister and they both began advancing again.
    Finally a bit of luck, Sam though, smiling to herself as the man backed up with more haste as they grew closer until he tripped over the last wire that had been laid as a precaution. He fell harshly and Sam winced when his head smacked against the tree root that protruded somewhat indignantly.
    “Might as well tie them up I suppose” the younger sibling suggested indifferently.
    “Sounds like a plan Izzy” Sam said turning to nod in agreement with her little sister’s train of thought. “And Izzy…”
    “What?” She replied turning to look back at her sister, her similar colored brown hair bouncing on her shoulders, threatening to escape from the braids that kept hair that would otherwise fall into her eyes imprisoned.
    “Nice job”
    “Thanks” She smiled at the complement, knowing that it meant something, coming from who it had.