Alice ran and ran, reaching the adventurers' guild. She knocked on the door, once, no one answered. Twice, still, no one answered. The third time, she panicked because no one answered. "Help! Help! Please!" She yelled. Knocking on the door no stop, hoping for someone to open it.
A middle-aged man appeared when the door opened. "What ya want, it's like midnight!" He shouted at Alice as her tears dropped down. Alice, being the princess of Verona, she was never treated this way. Her prime wanted herself to fight against the geezer but she understands, right now her mother is more important than that ignorance prime.
"My mother, she's in danger! There was an assassin, please help me!" Her voice cracked as if she is losing it.
The man looked at Alice, he grabbed his sword and woke some of the others' up. "Little lady, take us there, fast."
- The Small Park -
Drips of blood all over, both breathing heavy. Yukie' spear was reckoned down, unusable now and her clothing torn apart from the battle revealing part of her breast. She covers herself with her left arm and points her right index finger towards the man.
"Casting magic now? I don't think so." He grins at Yukie and snaps his fingers. "Tonight will be a fun night."
"What are you up to?.." Yukie, not understanding what he did, decided to ignore him and started to chant her spell. " Magic Bul.." She suddenly felt a weak shock affecting all her body, losing power to lift herself, she fell down facing forward.
The man walks towards Yukie's unconscious body, " I told you, we are going to have fun." He carries her up and left the park with a disgusting laugh.
- The Guild -
Alice and the guild members rush over to the park, their movement had affected some other members in the town. Around 20 people arrived at the park, only to see drops of blood and pieces of Yukie's clothing.
"Mother! Where are you!" Alice yelled in panicked, her mother was the one that only cared for her. Naturally, she went around and begged that if they can help her search.
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"This is a hard job, young lady. From the looks of it, your mother was targeted by The Spiders." He picked up a coin with a spider icon near Yukie's clothing. "The Spiders are a dangerous group that no one dares to cross upon, even some of the heroes are scared of them. We regular old folk, wouldn't and cannot do anything. I am sorry." The old geezer left a sigh as he turns away from Alice.
The men returned back to their homes leaving Alice alone, crying without a single sound. She walks back to the transportation portal leading to Verona. It only took seconds for her to arrive outside the castle.
- Verona Winter -
She reaches Verona and the instant she lands, blood spatter in front of her. It wasn't hers, but she knew the soldier, it was Marcus. Alice has an amazing memory, she remembers everyone and almost everything even though it was unimportant to her. "Run..." The first and last word that Alice heard from Marcus as he laid in the snow, dead.
Alice panicked and ran, blades cutting off her dress. She continued to run until she reached a small cave. She enters and hides inside it. Hoping no one will come, rests her eyes as her body cannot take all the stress and pressure.
- Next Day, Morning -
White blizzard breeze through Alice's torn-up dress as she walks across the river of blood. Dead, cold bodies laying upon the snow. Soldiers of red and blue, laying down headless with eyes staring into the blue starry sky. Alice approaches the main entrance, broken down doors blocking her way in. She jumps and leaps on the steel gates and races her way to the throne's room.
There sits an old man, blood dripping from his entire body. His eyes waver as Alice appears from a distance. He tries to lift himself from his throne but only have enough strength to lay his left hand on the handle of his blade. "Al...Alice, you.. came.." Blooding dripping from his mouth as his gentle and unreachable voice. Alice rushes over and holds the falling king, her hands gently touching his cheeks.
Tears crying out from her black eyes, "father.." She became speechless as her voice losing their power. He opens up his right palm, a small ruby with markings appears upon it. He coughs out more blood, "this …protect …it ... promise me.". Unstoppable tears running down from her eyes as the King lays rest with his last breath. "Happy birthday, my daughter."
The ruby dissolves into red particles, transferring itself into Alice's body. Alice placed her father's body onto the throne. His left hand still holding strong onto the handle, not letting go. As if he still has a fight inside him. The king lived as an honourable warrior and died as a victorious emperor.
Alice turned towards the door, leaving the king at this rest. She steps slowly towards the door, leaving the castle. Mother's missing, fathers dead, and she all alone in this world.