The Mighty 12

              As I lay in bed, being nursed back to health by Casandra, I thought about the strange man that did this to me. The curse did not only take off my scales,the fall broke my legs and my left arm. I could barely move. All I felt was pain, and it sucked. The only good thing about the situation was that I had rescued Casandra and she was safe. She fed me milk and honey from a vase, for my skin was raw and burnt from the severe fever I had sustained from the curse. My good arm was holding a knife and carving
              Just then some one burst through the door. "Hey you, weird girl! By order of the prince, your mine now!" He then grabbed Casandra and walked away. I could do nothing but watch as he (I recognized him as the mightiest of the princes Mighty Twelve warriors) took her away from me. I hate princes.
              That was a year ago and now, I'm ready to storm the castle and get my girl friend back! My scales are half way healed but still tender. All I have is some pants, a dagger and a whole lot of rage to fight the princes 12 most mighty warriors. Yeah, I think I'm ready.
              I gathered my supplies and headed out. On the way there I picked up some essentials: A short, but sharp sword, a bag of peanuts (warriors have to eat too!), and a long robe to protect me from the harsh sun.
Even with the robe I felt like a waffle in the iron. I snacked on my peanuts and headed up too the castle, forming a plan as I walked. By the time I was there I had the whole thing planed out. Time to fight.
             Let me explain the set-up of the mighty 12. The first one sits outside the castle, usually drunk or sleeping. The others where strategically place throughout the castle. But anyway, back to the first guard. His name was Dionysus, and he was Greek. I walked up to him and took a stab. Then I lifted his keys and gave him a quick smile before he went back to sleep. Forever.
            I opened the gate and walked in. There I saw the next guard, a Scotsman. He had a huge sword (technically called a bastard sword) in his hands and was obviously waiting for me. He was at least seven feet tall! He lifted his head, roared, and charged. As he ran he lifted his sword and swung at me. I ducked under it and slashed. It took him a little while to notice the slash in his side. He looked down at it, looked back to me, whimpered, and fell. I was victorious.
           Nine short fights later, I stood before the last guard, my brother. He stood there like a statue. Then I realized thats exactly what "he" was. That's when some one tackled me from behind. I managed to get p and dodged a knife slash that came from the real brother, not the statue. I grabbed his hand and forced him against the wall. I punched him in the face, but couldn't kill him. He was still my brother. He stabbed me, and in a matter of seconds, I blacked out. I really hate princes.
           When I woke up I was in some sort of court room. My side really hurt. There was a man obviously in charge. "For 11 counts of 1st degree murder and treason," he said "as well as attempted murder of royalty, I sentence you to death!"