Weeks of travel to find you, endless searches going from town to town to capture you. After all, Magic Makers only come around once every few centuries.

But after all the time he spent looking, Simon had found you, and you had played right into his hands. He had come to the circus you were working at and took you from your booth of face painting. You painted your face so no one could recognize you and you could keep the ones you called family safe.

He was a warlord without magic, giving you no chance to try and take it and fight. Your invisibility didn't work because of the hot sun and your stink. After all, it was the middle of summer in the hottest place of Genous. The warlord simply took you without a word.

Simon was going back to his sister's kingdom, a land of peace and prosperity despite the evil world outside its boarders. A place where royals didn't use fear or magic to rule, but kindness, something that would be the weak point of the kingdom.

But the warlord tossed you onto the back of his horse without a word. His men, Keno, Calder and Merlin, his younger brother, all rode beside him and laughed at any threat that came from your mouth.

Eventually all of you started on your journey, your hands ended up bound together by a magic rope, wrists tied in front of Ghost forcing your head into his back, the heat almost immeasurable, melting your facepaint into his white tunic.

After what seemed like hours of riding, Simon and his companions finally decided to stop for the night close to a stream. He dug through the bag you had packed beforehand, pulling out your citrus smelling soap and looking towards the stream.

"Come on stinky, you're taking a bath." He said and pulled on the rope, walking towards the stream.