The Raid

The moon was hidden behind thick clouds, casting a dark shadow over the estate of Elias Vale, the renowned hero. Lucien, a notorious villain, stood at the edge of the forest, his eyes fixed on the grand mansion. His son, James, stood beside him, dressed in black, his sword at the ready. "Tonight, we take what's ours," Lucien whispered, his voice cold and calculated. James nodded, his eyes gleaming with excitement. This was his first major operation alongside his father, and he was determined to prove himself. The group of guards, led by the skilled fighter, Shinyagi, moved stealthily towards the mansion. James followed closely behind, his senses on high alert. As they approached the entrance, a figure emerged from the shadows. She was tall, with dirty blonde hair and light green eyes that sparkled in the moonlight. James's gaze locked onto her, and he felt a sudden jolt of surprise. The girl charged towards them, her movements swift and deadly. James drew his sword, ready to face her. Shinyagi joined the fight, but the girl was a skilled fighter, taking down the guards with ease. James focused on the girl, their blades clashing in a flurry of steel and sparks. He was taken aback by her skills, but he refused to back down. With a swift kick, he sent her crashing to the ground. As she lay there, unconscious, James felt a pang of curiosity. Who was this mysterious girl, and what was she doing here? He dragged her to his father, who stood watching the scene unfold. Lucien's eyes narrowed as he examined the girl. "Who is she?" Lucien demanded, his voice firm. James shook his head. "I don't know. She's not a servant, and she's definitely not a guard." Just then, Elias burst out of the mansion, his eyes locked onto the girl. He rushed towards her, and James saw a look of panic on his face. "Amalia!" Elias exclaimed, scooping up the girl in his arms. James's eyes widened as he realized who she was – the daughter of his arch-nemesis, Elias Vale. Elias cradled the girl, Amalia, in his arms, his eyes locked onto James and Lucien. "You'll never harm her," he growled, his voice low and menacing. Lucien's eyes narrowed, a plan forming in his mind. He turned to James. "We need to get out of here. Now." As they retreated into the night, James couldn't shake off the image of Amalia's face. She was beautiful, with a fierce determination in her eyes. He felt a spark of attraction, which he quickly suppressed. She was the enemy's daughter, after all. But he couldn't help but wonder what would happen if their paths crossed again.