Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream sounded from the street below. The trench-coat clad stranger immediately slid open a window and almost hauled her entire body out ot the Maglev train. Her hat blew off by the sudden rush of breeze that hit her fae and her jet-silk tresses unfurled in all their glory. Down in the street below, she observed---
"Oh crap! It's the Royal Guards!" she muttered under her breath. They were swiftly making their way up the street, side-stepping pedestrians and stretching over vehicles with their long, slender, shape-shifting bodies. They looked rather like Egyptian mummies wrapped in their grave-cloths and wearing their imperial Nemes head-dresses and gilded loin-cloths covered with Lapis Lazuli. Each guard bore an Egyptian halberd and a sword, both glistening like polished bronze.
Startled pedestrians dropped what they were carrying and scambled out of the way. Others, mainly women, shrieked and fell to the ground, squeezing their eyes shut and clutching at their chests.
"Hey, Miss?" Dirge's friend called from behind her. "I think you should sit down. Those 'Guards seem to be on a war-path. No tellin' WHAT they might do!"
The woman slid back into the compartment, straightened her coat and then turned around to face the two men.
"What?" she asked, suddenly unnerved. They, along with a few other passengers that were around them, were staring at her with open mouths. She was quite a captivating sight. Her brilliant emerald-green contrasted against her knee-length, jet-black hair and her healthy, golden-brown complexion.
"Uhhh...Konnichiwa?" she said, hesitantly, and stared to a side out of the her eyes. She even held up her hand to wave at them.
"Are you da Princess?" Dirge asked, gaping and pointing at her.
"She felt a sweat-drop move down the back of her neck. The game was over. She was caught.
"Oh, so sooonn...?!" she wailed in her mind. Then, suddenly, a thought hit her: "When in doubt, denial, denial. DENIAL!!! HEH! HEH! HEH!"
Outwardly, she giggled like an idiotic school-girl. "Who?---Me? Oh nooo...I could never be!" She giggled again, "However, since she arrived on Hyperia, I've been getting that ALOT!!!"
Did they buy it? They all wore a llok of uncertainty on their faces. Kitsune stood there, very awkwardly, for a few lingering moments before everyone returned to their own business. Kitsune resumed her seat opposite Dirge and his companion.
She sat with her emerald-green eyes narrowed and her long, sweeping lashes lowered, aware and uncaring of the stares she was receiving. Those Royal Guards were only a few moments away from the train. They must have caught her scent whilst the train was travelling through the city, and they must have immediately ordered the train's stoppage.
She bit inot her lowere lip. How could she forget about Khafre's Royal Guards?!!! They guarded the Palace Complex and constituted the bulk of Hyperia's great army. They were the equivalent of hunting dogs on Earth, with their excellent olfactory capacity and their high level of endurence. They would not stop until they succeeded in whatever mission they had to complete.
What was she to do?
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