Alfina sat at her vanity, her long white hair cascading over her shoulders as she brushed it with deliberate strokes. The sunlight streaming through the nearby window made her bluish skin glisten, highlighting the small horns protruding from her head and her striking golden eyes. She was the perfect mix of her parents: her mother, the dark elf warrior queen Gabriela, and her father, the daemon king Caspian.

Finishing her hair, Alfina quickly got up and headed over to her closet. She selected a dress that showed off her shapely figure, the gold and white fabric contrasting beautifully with her skin. Once dressed, she exited her room, her maid Evelin following closely behind.

“Hello, Miss,” Evelin greeted her respectfully.

“I’ve told you, Evelin, you can call me Alfina,” she replied with a smile. “We’ve been together since we were children. We’re friends.”

Evelin laughed softly. “Old habits die hard, Alfina. Besides, it’s still strange for me to address royalty so informally.”

Alfina shook her head in amusement. “You’re impossible. Remember when we used to sneak out to the gardens and pretend we were exploring uncharted lands?”

“Yes, and we’d always end up getting scolded for ruining our dresses,” Evelin replied with a chuckle. “Those were the days.”

As they walked through the palace halls towards the gardens, Alfina stopped to admire the handiwork of the palace gardeners. The vibrant flowers and meticulously trimmed hedges were a testament to their skill.

“They sure are good at keeping this place beautiful,” Alfina said, breathing in the floral scents.

Evelin nodded. “Remember how we used to play hide-and-seek here? I always managed to find you no matter where you hid.”

“That’s because you cheated and used your magic to sense where I was,” Alfina retorted playfully.

Evelin grinned. “Guilty as charged. But it was all in good fun.”

As they approached the far east gazebo, Alfina saw her mother sitting gracefully, waiting for her. She quickened her pace slightly.

“Sorry if I kept you waiting, Mother,” Alfina said as she entered the gazebo.

“You’re fine, dear. I’ve just recently gotten here myself,” Queen Gabriela replied, her eyes twinkling with warmth.

They sat down and began their tea, the aromatic steam rising from the delicate cups.

“How has your day been so far?” Gabriela asked, taking a sip of her tea.

“Quite well, Mother,” Alfina replied. “I spent the morning preparing for my meeting with the council. There’s a lot to discuss about the upcoming negotiations.”

Gabriela nodded thoughtfully. “The EverLinks and MindLinks must work together to prevent any resurgence of the old conflicts. It’s crucial we maintain peace.”

“I understand the importance,” Alfina said. “But sometimes it feels like we’re just treading water, not making any real progress.”

“It’s a delicate balance,” Gabriela agreed. “But your father and I believe in your ability to navigate these challenges. You have a unique perspective, being a blend of our two worlds.”

Alfina smiled at her mother’s encouragement. “Thank you, Mother. Your confidence in me means a lot.”

Gabriela reached out and gently squeezed Alfina’s hand. “You are our future, Alfina. Your actions and decisions will shape the world for generations to come. Just remember to stay true to yourself and your values.”

Alfina nodded, feeling a renewed sense of determination. “I will, Mother. I promise.”

They continued their conversation, discussing various matters of state and personal anecdotes, their bond evident in their easy rapport. As the sun climbed higher in the sky, casting dappled shadows through the garden, Alfina felt a deep sense of contentment.The meeting between Alfina and her mother came to a close as the sun dipped lower in the sky. They exchanged warm farewells and went their separate ways. Alfina, feeling the weight of her responsibilities, made her way to the combat training room to hone her skills. She had not yet informed her parents that she had been chosen to be part of Alpha Squad, not just a council representative. She knew they would be against it, but not even the royal family could go against the will of Frangotta.

As Alfina and Evelin walked into the training room, their clothes vanished, replaced by sleek combat suits. “Quite comfy,” Alfina thought to herself. The RX44 battle suit, the top-tier battle suit made by the MindLinks defense company Lark Industries, fit her perfectly, enhancing her movements and providing maximum protection without sacrificing agility.

The door shut behind them, and ten or so Cynocephali emerged from the shadows, their presence sending a chill down the spine of anyone who faced them. The feared henchmen of Frangotta were here to test them.

Evelin swiftly pulled a dark green sword with gold runic writing off the wall. The blade shimmered with a mystical energy. “Ready, Alfina?” she asked, her eyes alight with determination.

Alfina nodded, a fierce grin spreading across her face. “Always.” She decided to fight with her bare hands and magic, feeling the familiar rush of power coursing through her veins.

The Cynocephali moved in unison, their dog-like heads snarling and eyes gleaming with malice. The first one lunged at Alfina, claws extended. She sidestepped gracefully, her combat suit amplifying her agility. With a swift motion, she delivered a powerful punch to its midsection, sending it flying back into the wall.

“You know, I never get tired of these training sessions,” Evelin remarked as she parried an attack. “Keeps things interesting.”

Alfina laughed, ducking under a swipe. “Interesting is one way to put it. I call it exhilarating!” She unleashed a burst of magical energy, crackling like lightning, that struck two Cynocephali down.

Evelin swung her sword with practiced precision, the runes glowing brighter with each strike. “Remember the first time we trained together? You were so nervous, you almost set the training room on fire.”

Alfina grinned, evading another attack. “And you were the one who put it out with that ice spell of yours. We make quite the team.”

Evelin leapt into the air, somersaulting over an incoming attack. “Teamwork makes the dream work, right?” She landed gracefully behind her adversary, driving her blade into its back.

As two more Cynocephali charged at Alfina, she extended her hands, summoning a burst of magical energy. “Do you think Frangotta ever tires of sending these goons after us?”

“I doubt it,” Evelin replied, cutting down another foe. “Keeps us sharp. Plus, it’s probably entertaining for her.”

Alfina spun around, her golden eyes blazing, and unleashed a torrent of fire. “Well, I hope she’s enjoying the show. Because we’re just getting started.”

Evelin was a whirlwind of motion, her sword a blur as she cut down foe after foe. “You know, you could have told your parents about Alpha Squad. It’s not like they can stop Frangotta’s decision.”

Alfina faced the last three Cynocephali, their snarls echoing in the training room. “I know, but it’s more about them worrying. They see me as a council representative, not a combatant.”

“Well,” Evelin said, parrying another blow. “They’ll have to get used to it. You’re destined for greatness.”

Alfina channeled her inner strength, feeling the power of her lineage surge within her. Her hands glowed with a bright, white light. She thrust her palms forward, and a beam of pure energy shot out, striking the three Cynocephali simultaneously. They disintegrated in a blinding flash, leaving nothing but ash.

The room fell silent, the only sound being Alfina and Evelin’s heavy breathing. They stood victorious, surrounded by the defeated Cynocephali.

“Well, that was quite the workout,” Alfina said, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead.

Evelin sheathed her sword, a satisfied smile on her face. “Indeed. You were amazing, Alfina.After the intense training session, Alfina headed to the luxurious bathroom connected to her quarters. The hot water soothed her tired muscles as she showered, the steam filling the room and helping to clear her mind. Once she was done, she stepped out, wrapping herself in a soft towel before quickly getting dressed in a simple, yet elegant outfit. She felt refreshed and ready to face the rest of the day.

As she sat down on her bed, she noticed a figure in the corner of her eye. Turning her head, she saw Frangotta sitting casually at her vanity, a bemused expression on her face.

“Well, hello there,” Alfina said, raising an eyebrow. “To what do I owe this visit?”

Frangotta smiled, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. “I thought it was about time we had a little chat. Have you informed your parents about your new role yet?”

Alfina sighed, leaning back against the headboard. “No, I haven’t. I’m not looking forward to that conversation. They’ll be worried and probably try to talk me out of it.”

Frangotta chuckled softly. “You’re their only daughter, and they love you. It’s natural for them to be concerned. But they also need to understand that you have a greater role to play.”

“I know,” Alfina said, her voice tinged with frustration. “It’s just… complicated. They see me as a council representative, not a warrior.”

“Well, you can be both,” Frangotta said with a wink. “In fact, I think you’ll be quite the formidable warrior. But enough about that. Manual, my faithful and most trusted servant, is on his way to collect you.”

Alfina’s interest piqued. “So, you’ve chosen my partner?”

Frangotta nodded. “We have. He is being collected as we speak.”

Alfina couldn’t help but feel a mix of curiosity and apprehension. “I hope he’s a worthy person. I am a princess, after all.”

Frangotta laughed, a rich, melodic sound that filled the room. “Oh, Alfina, you always manage to surprise me. Don’t worry, we’ve chosen someone with great potential. You’ll find out soon enough.”

Alfina sat up, her curiosity getting the better of her. “What can you tell me about him?”

Frangotta’s expression turned serious. “He’s not from our world, which brings a unique perspective and skill set. His name is James.”

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“James,” Alfina repeated, rolling the name over her tongue. “It sounds…different.”

“Yes, it does,” Frangotta agreed. “But different can be good. I believe he will complement your abilities quite well.”

“I hope so,” Alfina said, her tone thoughtful. “This is a significant commitment. It’s not just about our roles, but about trust and cooperation.”

Frangotta nodded approvingly. “You have the right mindset, Alfina. This bond will require both of you to work closely, to trust each other implicitly. But I have faith in your abilities to make it work.”

Alfina took a deep breath, feeling the weight of her new responsibilities. “I suppose I’ll find out soon enough.”

“Indeed,” Frangotta said, standing up gracefully. “Now, prepare yourself. Manual will be here shortly to escort you. And remember, you’re not alone in this. We all have a part to play in maintaining the balance and preventing another war.”

Alfina nodded, a sense of determination settling over her. “Thank you, Frangotta. I appreciate your guidance.”

Frangotta smiled warmly. “You’re welcome, Alfina. I look forward to seeing how you and James grow together. Until then, take care.”

With that, Frangotta disappeared as swiftly as she had appeared.The sun rose, filling Alfina’s room with warm, golden light. Evelin was already busy, laying out Alfina’s clothes for the day. Alfina sat up in her bed and stretched, a big yawn escaping her lips. She looked at Evelin and chuckled.

“Can’t you let me sleep in a little while longer?” Alfina asked, her voice still heavy with sleep.

Evelin shook her head with a smile. “No can do, Alfina. It’s time to talk to your parents. Manuel will be here later today.”

Alfina sighed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “So, she paid a visit to you last night too?”

“She did,” Evelin replied, her expression serious.

“Well, what role does she have for you?” Alfina asked, curiosity piqued.

“I’m going to be working with a girl named Lilly at Headquarters, keeping up with your team,” Evelin said.

“That’s good,” Alfina said, nodding approvingly. “At least I’ll know I have somebody I can trust to have our backs.”

Alfina got out of bed and changed into the black and gold dress that Evelin had picked out. The dress hugged her figure perfectly, the gold accents contrasting beautifully with her bluish skin. She slid on lacy black gloves and stepped into her black high heels.

Evelin approached her with a pearl bracelet and diamond earrings. She carefully placed the bracelet on Alfina’s wrist and secured the earrings in place. “There, all set,” Evelin said, stepping back to admire her work.

Alfina smiled, feeling a sense of pride as she looked at her reflection. “You always know how to make me look my best.”

Evelin then handed her an emerald necklace engraved with a dragon rider on a large dragon flying over a castle. This was her family’s crest, a symbol of their lineage and honor. Alfina fastened the necklace around her neck, the emerald resting just above her heart.

“Perfect,” Evelin said, her eyes shining with pride. “You look stunning, Alfina.”

“Thank you, Evelin,” Alfina said, touching the necklace lightly. “This means a lot.”

Evelin and Alfina walked through the grand corridors of the palace, heading towards the dining hall where Alfina’s parents awaited. The walls were adorned with intricate tapestries depicting historical battles and legendary creatures, a testament to the kingdom’s rich heritage.

“I’m nervous,” Alfina admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “How should I approach this?”

Evelin glanced at her with a reassuring smile. “Just be straightforward and to the point. They need to hear your resolve.”

Alfina nodded, taking a deep breath. “Straightforward and to the point. Got it.”

They entered the large dining hall, a magnificent room with high vaulted ceilings and grand chandeliers. The walls were lined with portraits of past rulers, their stern gazes watching over the room. A long, ornate table stretched down the center, set with fine china and silverware.

Her parents were already seated at the far end of the table. Her father, King Caspian, had wavy black hair and two horns like Alfina. His golden eyes and pale white skin gave him an imposing presence. He wore a deep red and white robe, adorned with intricate embroidery, befitting his royal status, though he did not wear a crown.

Alfina walked over to the table, greeting her parents with a respectful nod. “Good morning, Father. Mother.”

Queen Gabriela, her mother, smiled warmly. “Good morning, Alfina. Come, sit with us.”

As Alfina sat down, a maid approached and placed a plate in front of her. She looked down to see a breakfast fit for royalty: a platter of fresh fruits, a selection of pastries, eggs cooked to perfection, and slices of succulent meat.

“Thank you,” Alfina said to the maid, who nodded and retreated.

King Caspian looked at his daughter with a hint of curiosity. “You seem troubled, Alfina. Is something on your mind?”

Alfina took a deep breath, steadying herself. “Yes, there is something important I need to discuss with you.”

Queen Gabriela leaned forward, her expression concerned. “What is it, dear?”

“Frangotta has chosen me to be part of Alpha Squad,” Alfina said, her voice steady and clear.

Her parents exchanged shocked glances before King Caspian spoke, his tone rising with anger. “Alpha Squad? Absolutely not! You are already on the council. Isn’t that enough?”

Alfina shook her head. “Father, this is not something we can refuse. Once Frangotta makes a decision, there’s no reversing it.”

Queen Gabriela’s eyes filled with worry and anger. “But it’s dangerous, Alfina! You’re our only daughter. We cannot bear the thought of losing you.”

“I understand your concern,” Alfina said gently. “But this is something I must do. Our world needs me to play this role. It’s about preventing another war, protecting our people.”

King Caspian’s expression hardened. “You have always been our pride, Alfina. But this is madness! You are risking your life. We will not allow it!”

“Father, please,” Alfina pleaded. “I have trained for this, prepared for this moment. I know the risks, but I am ready to face them.”

Queen Gabriela’s voice trembled with emotion. “How can you ask us to accept this? You’re asking us to send our only child into the jaws of danger.”

Alfina felt a surge of frustration. “I’m not asking you to send me, Mother. I’m telling you that this is my duty. I cannot ignore the call.”

“You’re too important to risk in this way,” King Caspian insisted. “There must be another way, another role you can play.”

“There isn’t,” Alfina said firmly. “This is what Frangotta has decided, and it’s what I must do. Please understand.”

King Caspian stood up abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. “No! I will not allow it! I forbid it!”

Alfina stood as well, her eyes blazing with determination. “You cannot forbid it, Father. Frangotta’s decisions are final. I will be part of Alpha Squad, and I will do my best to protect our world.”

Queen Gabriela’s eyes filled with tears. “Alfina, please reconsider. Think about what you’re doing.”

Alfina took a deep breath, her voice softening. “I have thought about it, Mother. And I know this is the right path. I promise I will be careful. I will do everything in my power to stay safe and fulfill my duties.”

King Caspian’s shoulders slumped in defeat, his anger giving way to sorrow. “You have always been strong-willed, Alfina. If this is truly what you believe is right, we will support you. But it doesn’t make it any easier for us to accept.”

“I know,” Alfina said, her voice breaking slightly. “And I am grateful for your support. I will make you proud.”

Queen Gabriela reached out to take Alfina’s hand. “We trust you, Alfina. Just promise us you’ll come back to us.”

“I promise,” Alfina said, squeezing her mother’s hand. “I will come back.”As breakfast came to an end, King Caspian looked across the table at his daughter. “Alfina, come with me to the dojo. Show me what you can do.”

Alfina nodded. “Of course, Father.”

They rose from the table and made their way through the palace corridors to the dojo. The walls were lined with various weapons, each with its own history and significance.

King Caspian entered the dojo first, taking off his robe and tossing it across the room onto a chair. Alfina’s outfit remained unchanged since she did not will it to transform. She watched as her father walked over to the wall and removed a katana. He looked down at the green and orange saya that protected the blade, his eyes reflecting a distant memory.

As he unsheathed the blade, its polished surface catching the light, he spoke. “To wield a sword is to bear a burden; its weight is measured not in metal, but in the responsibility it demands. My grandfather passed down this wisdom to me, and now I unto you. Let’s see how disciplined you truly are.”

Alfina walked to the opposing wall and grabbed her mother’s katana. The black and purple saya, worn with age and use, felt smooth in her hands. She unsheathed the blade, its edge gleaming. With a deep breath, she stepped to the center of the dojo, ready to prove to her father that she was prepared to stand on her own merits.

They faced each other, the air thick with unspoken words and emotions. King Caspian’s gaze was stern but filled with a father’s love and concern. Alfina’s heart pounded, but she focused on her training and the lessons ingrained in her over the years.

King Caspian made the first move, a swift, calculated strike. Alfina parried, her movements fluid and precise. The clash of their blades echoed through the dojo.

“You’ve improved,” King Caspian said.

“Thank you, Father. I’ve worked hard,” Alfina replied, her grip steady on the hilt of her blade.

He attacked again, this time with a series of rapid strikes. Alfina met each one with equal skill, her confidence growing with every successful block and counter. Sparks flew as their swords clashed, the intensity of their duel pushing both to their limits.

“Remember,” King Caspian said between strikes, “discipline and focus are your greatest allies.”

Alfina nodded, her eyes never leaving his. “I understand, Father. I will not let you down.”

Their duel continued, each testing the other’s limits. Alfina’s movements were a blend of agility and power, her mother’s teachings evident in every swing and stance. The room seemed to vibrate with the force of their blows, their breaths coming in sharp, synchronized bursts.

King Caspian suddenly pivoted, executing a powerful overhead strike. Alfina sidestepped, her reflexes honed to perfection, and countered with a swift upward slash. Caspian blocked her strike effortlessly, his eyes gleaming with pride.

“Good, but not enough,” he said, pushing her back with a powerful shove.

Alfina regained her balance, her determination unwavering. She launched into a series of intricate maneuvers, her blade moving with finesse. Caspian met her attacks with equal fervor, their swords moving so fast they were a blur.

The intensity of the fight escalated. Alfina feinted to the left and then spun, aiming a low sweep at her father’s legs. Caspian leapt over the blade, landing with the dexterity of a seasoned warrior. He immediately retaliated with a diagonal slash, but Alfina’s katana was there to meet it, the impact sending vibrations up her arms.

“You fight with the spirit of your mother,” Caspian noted, his voice softer for a moment. “She will be proud.”

Alfina’s resolve only hardened. She pressed on, her attacks becoming more relentless. Caspian’s defenses were impenetrable, but Alfina could see the faintest hint of effort on his face. She knew she was pushing him to his limits, just as he was pushing her.

With a sudden burst of energy, Caspian launched a flurry of strikes. Alfina matched him blow for blow, their blades clashing in a symphony of steel. The final strike came with a clash so loud it seemed to shake the dojo. Caspian’s blade was stopped mere inches from Alfina’s shoulder, while her own blade hovered just above his heart.

For a moment, they stood frozen, their breaths mingling in the charged air. Then, Caspian stepped back, lowering his blade. “You’ve proven yourself, Alfina. Your skill is undeniable.”

Alfina lowered her katana, breathing heavily but smiling with pride. “Thank you, Father. Your teachings have guided me well.”

King Caspian sheathed his blade, his expression softening. “You are ready, Alfina. I see that now. But remember, the path you’ve chosen is fraught with danger. Stay vigilant and true to yourself.”

“I will, Father,” Alfina promised, her resolve stronger than ever.

The dojo doors creaked open, and Darwin, the ever-faithful butler, stepped in. His composed demeanor belied the urgency in his eyes. “Your Majesty, a messenger is here to see you. It is Manual, Frangotta’s most trusted servant.”

King Caspian nodded, and grabbed his robe. “Thank you, Darwin. Alfina, come with me.”

They exited the dojo and made their way to the grand throne room. The vast chamber was a marvel of architecture, with towering pillars carved with intricate designs of past kings and queens. Stained glass windows depicted legendary battles and peaceful reigns, casting colorful reflections on the marble floor. Banners bearing the royal crest hung proudly from the walls, and the air was filled with a sense of history and authority.

King Caspian ascended the steps to his throne, a magnificent seat of gold and velvet, and sat with regal authority. Alfina stood beside him, her presence commanding yet deferential. Darwin, with a respectful bow, went to open the grand doors.

Manual entered, his tall cynocephali figure striking in a butler’s uniform. His dog-like features were dignified, his posture impeccable as he walked halfway up to the throne and bowed deeply. “Your Majesty,” he said, his voice respectful.

“Please, raise your head,” King Caspian instructed, his tone formal yet welcoming.

Manual straightened, his eyes meeting the king’s. “I know why you are here,” Caspian said, his voice tinged with concern. “I hope Frangotta knows what she is doing.”

Manual nodded, his expression earnest. “My master wouldn’t make such a hasty decision, Your Majesty. She has always put great thought into her choices of assassins.”

Alfina, standing tall beside her father, declared with determination, “I am ready.”

From behind the throne, Gabriela, Alfina’s mother, appeared. Her presence brought a sense of calm and strength. “Mother, I’m glad I get to tell you goodbye before I leave.”

Gabriela smiled, her eyes filled with pride and love. “You have trained well, Alfina. Your father and I are proud of you.”

King Caspian nodded in agreement. “Your mother is right. You have shown great skill and determination. But remember, no matter how far you go, our support is with you.”

Alfina grinned, feeling the weight of her parents’ pride and expectations. “I will make you both proud. I promise.”

Gabriela stepped closer, placing a gentle hand on Alfina’s shoulder. “And remember to trust your instincts. They will guide you when the path is unclear.”

Just then, Evelin entered the throne room, her presence bright and cheerful. “Alfina, it’s time to say goodbye. I’ll make sure your things get to the sanctum.”

Alfina hugged Evelin tightly. “Thank you, Evelin. Take care of everything for me.”

Evelin smiled warmly. “Of course. Be safe out there.”

As Alfina walked past Manual, he bowed again, this time to both the king and queen. “Thank you for allowing my visit,” he said with deep respect.

King Caspian and Gabriela nodded, acknowledging his courtesy. Manual turned and followed Alfina, his tall frame moving with quiet grace. The doors closed behind them, leaving the throne room in a contemplative silence.