I Refuse to be a Named Character

Part 2

"I see." I didn't ask any further questions, trying to ignore the feeling of being stared at.

"Thank you for helping out scare away those bandits, earlier today." Graham spoke up again. "You're an amazing shot with a bow."

I shrugged. "Be pretty difficult to be a good hunter if I couldn't shoot." I had aimed to miss near their heads, and fortunately the small group of armed men had run off without a fight.

"Either way, I'm glad you're here." Graham smiled again, making me want to sigh.

"..." I'm not glad to be here, though.

"Won't you tell me your name?" He asked quietly, after I stayed silent for a long few moments.

"Don't have one."

"We can't just not call you anything. Can I come up with a name for you?"

His persistence was irritating. I found myself missing the days with Luke back on the ninth lord's estate. We had spoken every day for months, but he had never pushed me to give him a name, or make one up. I felt somehow, that he understood me, my desire to stay out of the spotlight in this terrifying world.

I moved to touch the bracelet hidden under my sleeve, but stopped myself in time. "No thank you. I prefer to not have one."

Graham sat back, rolling his eyes. "You're very frustrating."

I smiled for the first time since he sat down. "Likewise."

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We arrived at the desert the next morning. A large ravine separated the Eastern Woods from Northern Desert, with only a few bridges serving as possible crossing points. I grew more nervous as we neared the largest bridge, remembering in the story how Graham's party had been ambushed here.

Fortunately Chloe had already tipped off the group. Everyone had their hands on their weapons, ready to fight at a moments notice. We slowly crossed over the bridge, and a relieved sigh broke out over the group as we touched ground on the other side. I, on the other hand, felt more uneasy, looking at the large rocks around us, many of which were large enough to hide enemies.

THUD

An arrow whizzed by my face, striking the young woman next to me in the chest. I jumped back, looking for cover, cursing under my breath.

Of course this horrible plot won't go smoothly.

"Prince Graham." A sinister voice called out. "I'm so glad you could make it." A young man stepped out from behind one of the large rocks, his bright green eyes almost seeming to glow in the bright sunlight shining down. His handsome features were marred by the look of vicious pleasure on his face. He glanced at the girl who had been killed behind me and laughed quietly, making me dislike him even more.

"Corran." Graham spat out the name, and I nodded with understanding.

Prince Corran, a secondary villain from the Deadly Crown series. He was less capable than his villainous half-brother Lucien, but still managed to kill off quite a few main characters before being annihilated by Lucien in the end.

"Do you really think you can get the crown, brother?" Corran smiled, looking around our group. "Maybe if you spent less time finding girls to fall in love with, and gathered actual warriors..."

THUD.

My arrow struck his shoulder, knocking him to the ground. I cursed, my aim had been slightly off as I shot as soon as I looked around my cover.

"WHO DARES STRIKE THEIR FUTURE KING?" Corran struggled to his feet, his pale face angry.

I stayed silent behind cover. Who would be stupid enough to step out to take credit after sneak attacking the villain...