Madeline

When the time to battle came I decided to turn on my powers. The abilities I have are: I can run and dodge for hours, can lift heavy stuff, and also accurate aim for archery. Also as a bonus, whenever I have enchanted sugar, I don't feel pain, nor do I get fatally wounded. In other words, superhuman endurance. I hacked and smashed my way through the battlefield, slashing and dodging at every enemy in sight. I had to actually get serious with what looked like a Black Cherry Switch. Not the best, but it'll do.

I decided to go quick and tricky rather than brute force. I first lunged toward the Soda with my sword, making him step back a few paces. I see him preparing to make a bit of a smirk, probably thinking that was a weak attack. After all, the Soda King had an idea that women were incapable of fighting and only employs men to fight and guard. Women just tend to the children and the house. You know, laundry, dishes, and stuff. But, back to fighting, I suppose. As the incompetent fools couldn't even wrap their minds around the fact that women were actually helpful and good at other things than just cleaning and housework.

Assuming I was dreaming into space, the soldier lunged at my heart, almost certain his spear would impale it, but NOPE! I grabbed his arm, used it to stabilize myself as I slid under his arm and stole his spear from his hand. It was actually fairly easy. He had loosened his grip on his spear, so I simply snatched it up. Of course, I could have simply killed him, but the more men I defeat the taller the stories become in the reports to the Soda King.

Best to keep enemies at bay with fear.

Plus, the sharp tip of the spear could be reused as an arrow tip for the Cinnabon Archers. Sure they could always use a few extras. I repeated the process of tricking and stealing until they had all ran away and the battle was over. I went to the Infirmary to get some salve for some minor cuts and grabbed some polish from a shelf nearby. (Apparently, lots of soldiers get bored while they're in the Infirmary and polish their armor, because what else can they do, honestly?)

I navigated the many hallways to get to my room, finding the key and opening it. Looking to the left, I remembered Spicy Macaroon living a few doors down. Wonder what she's doing.

"Probably not caring about you.''

Shut up Voice.

"Never darling-''

Ugh.

Being tired, and my powers wearing off, I stumbled to the bathroom, washed the clear blood from my face (courtesy of my cuts) and fell to my bed.

I lay there for about five minutes resting before reaching out for my armor, polish and a cloth and resolving to sit up and polish all the blood and scratches until you couldn't see them.

As soon as that work was done, I set it to the study table a few feet away from the bed and went to ask Salty Potato about makeup, because I had to accompany the Empress for the plan. Ugh. Makeup. I mean, I'm okay with it, I guess, but Salty Potato has to do well. Who am I kidding? Of course she'll do well.

I want sleep....