Sparks emitted from the embers flew out and landed on the pinkish skin of a young girl. Her dull, worn blue eyes stared at the fireplace, a sense of belonging bubbling in her. The dark room she huddled herself in smelled of mould and was dampened by the rain that relentlessly poured in.
Her matted blonde hair swayed to one side as the wind broke through the door and put out the flames she had put on. The sound of her chattering teeth filled her reddened ear. Her chipped fingernails reached for the dying embers, desperately trying to regain the last bit of warmth it would give her, but to no avail.
“Please end me.” She whispered as she lay on the ground and got into a foetal position. She’d hope death would be kinder.
“Have you found her yet?” A deep, sinister voice penetrated the walls of the worn-down cottage, sending shockwaves of fear throughout her body.
The young girl scurried into a quaint corner and dove under a table, covering herself with the cloth draped over it. The blonde-haired girl covered her mouth and, with widened eyes, watched as the shadows of multiple men entering the cottage reached her eyes.
“She’s not here!” The same voice spoke out. The shadows slowly retreated, and the room went back to its desolate silence. After a couple minutes had passed, the blonde girl left from under the table and rushed out of the cottage.
She ran, ran, and ran until she couldn’t feel her legs anymore. She ran across the rainforest and down the steep path, not caring as the rocks cut into the soles of her feet and her blood coated the grounds.
This was her chance to get some help. Help would save both herself and her people.
******
Kyra huffed out, kicking at the stones who had laid there in peace before her disruptive arrival. She was bored out of her mind, currently walking through the woods on the outskirts of the unruly kingdom.
She was starving, dirty, and tired; the day had started with her coating the royal walls with blood.
The young girl opened her statistics and grinned. A sense of unfiltered happiness flowed through her as she continued looking at them.
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{87200/160000 XP}
{Current Rank: Upper Third}
She had gone up the ranks just like she wanted. Although having the full 66000XP would have been nice, this was just as great. The emerald-eyed girl then looked through her treasury and let out a laugh.
Two hundred gold xylons, six hundred silver xylons, and one thousand bronze xylons sat quietly, ready to be used. She was set for as long as six whole months.
“I’m going to be fine. I’m finally free. I’m going to learn about magic." Kyra sang, dancing around like a monkey, ready to perform for the circus. Life was taking a turn for the best.
Snap
Her head moved in the direction of the noise, and her sword materialised in her hand as she got into a defensive stance. The bush shook as the leaves scattered around the area.
A large, dark shadowy figure emerged from the depths of darkness, and Kyra swung.
“It’s just me.” Gabriel’s panicked voice reached her. Kyra stopped and put the sword back into her inventory.
“Lord. Announce yourself early on; I could have lopped off your head!” The young girl exclaimed, exasperated.
“Your specialty, am I right?” He joked, nudging her side. Kyra looked at the behemoth of a man with unamusement.
“Why are you here? Actually, scratch that. How are you here?” She asked, placing a pointed finger on his stone-like chest. Gabriel cracked a boyish, cheeky smile and shrugged callously.
“My father and I had made a deal,” he said.
“Go on,” Kyra pushed.
“I’ll be allowed to head on this self-discovery journey with you as long as I don’t complain and come running back to him with my tail between my legs.” He explained.
“Breathe.” Kyra stated.
“Sorry.” He apologised.
“Why me, though? I’m not exactly the one to take the easy path on any journey I usually plan in my head,” she asked. Gabriel shrugged.
“I guess you’re the only one I’ve seen actually fight and kill for what they want.” He answered.
“And that doesn’t put you off?” She asked.
“It did, then I had to stop thinking like a pampered, sheltered prince.” He answered. The tower of a man looked into her eyes, and she smirked.
“Isaac,” she began. His face changed into a scowl.
“Let’s drop it. I don’t want to think about how you almost killed my butler,” he stated, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Okay, okay. Any more questions before we head out on this journey?”
“Why did you kill your father?” He asked. Kyra bit her lip and hung her head low.
“It was either me or him, and I chose me. Same with my brother.” She answered. Gabriel nodded, understanding her side.
“My father doesn’t want to hunt you down. He stated he had no reason to interfere in family affairs.” Gabriel assured. This lifted a weight that Kyra had upon looking at Gabriel.
“Thank god.”
With that, the two began their journey to their next destination.
“I forgot to ask you this during training, but what’s your rank?”
“By the time a royal is sixteen, they max out of class and aren't bound by their limitations.”
"Lucky, son of a bitch,” she replied.
******
“I didn’t think you would actually let Gabriel go.” Catherine said, placing a frozen grape in her mouth. Aycius slouched further into his chair, and Catherine could’ve sworn that her father was sulking.
“He brought up some valid arguments. I’m not dying anytime soon, and he assures me that this journey will help him become a better king.” Aycius replied. Catherine groaned. She wasn’t seeing the throne anytime soon, and that was irritating.
“At least consider me a candidate.” Catherine threw her hands up in the air.
“I have.” He let out an evil, airy laugh.
Her family wasn’t sane, but they sure were entertaining.