Lily was fourteen years old, but not just any ordinary girl. She was an adopted daughter of the king and queen. She was the youngest princess there was across the land as far as anyone knew. She had been living in a castle at the edge of a forest all her life a long time ago, never entering the yard, which was of a vast waste of space, if she told you her thoughts. There was just enough land for her to discover, but she wasn't allowed. To protect, to safeguard, were the words she often heard when she made that request. Who was she being protected from? She always wanted to ask. She had asked once, but everyone looked at her as though they wanted to protect themselves from her. Looking at it all from her window made her bitter at the thought of where she was, living lavishly, while others below her looked up at her and wondered what luxuries must she have, and how happy she must be? She was tormented.
She felt like a prisoner in her own home, captured like an exotic bird in her father's cage. Lily felt as though they would hide away her from the world behind these castle walls. It was only because of one minor detail about her. She wasn't a human girl. She did not know what she was, but she can do things human girls cannot. She doubted anyone knew of what she was capable of, but even her features weren't all that human, too. She had point ears, bold green eyes, or at least when she wants them to be, and long hair, grown out to block her pointy ears. Adopted into a royal family, they taught her to be human and hide her powers. The humans don't know about magic and powers, or anything to do with that world. Only rumors and stories around the campfire told to give you the sense of having a good time.
A knock on her door interrupted her sight as she was looking out the window.
“Miss, your dress is ready for the evening. Your parents would like for you to come down immediately after dressing.” The head maid said as she walked in with an oversized bag and shoes dangling from her fingers.
“Thank you, Charlotte. Are the handmaidens with you?” Lily asked kindly, breaking a small smile.
“Yes, they are outside, Miss. Please call if you need me. There are two girls, fairly new, so call me if they are not of much help.” She said and bowed.
“That’s alright. I think we would do fine. I am going to take a bath and you can hang the dress in the closet.” She was going towards the bed to admire the shoes that were left on the vanity table. They were sparkly, like most shoes she had. For once, she wanted plain comfortable shoes. They don’t make those, she thought sadly to herself, or else she would have gotten some a long time ago.
“Of course, Miss. Would there be anything else you need?” Charlotte asked before opening the door.
“No, Charlotte. Thank you for your help.” Lily said, giving her a pleading look, wanting her to take the dress back and just leave her be.
Lily’s room was all that a girl could want, heavily draped, expensive curtains, stained windows and clear ones to see down below. Her room stood at the top of the palace, so she had more views of being closer to the sky than the people below. Her parents installed the most comfortable cushioned carpets in her room, and her bed could fit at least three people, all to her comfort.
Her essentials and bathroom were out the door and into the room in front of her, but the thing she enjoyed most of all among all the things she wanted to change, she admired a painting that stood towards the east wall in her room. It was a meadow, filled with flowers in bloom. The grass was green and not a person in slight. It looked untouched by humans and she enjoyed the thought the most. The moment she realized she had a knack for painting and to find inspiration out of nowhere to paint, she told her parents.
“A young woman should be able to reign like a queen, knowing things about the kingdom, not paint like a normal person,” her father had said one night at dinner.
“I agree. Don’t you see how I assist your father around the kingdom? What would painting bring you?” Her mother had chimed in a little angry too. They never supported her ideas about going outside or anything that has to do with it.
Lily was angry at that point, too. She desired a little freedom for at least one day, not to linger with people, but to find what she was looking for. Thinking about it now riled her up.
“Don’t you think you’ve locked me up long enough? Why would you not support my ideas?”
“Lily, you’re special. We don’t want you to get hurt, or people to call you all sorts of hurtful names.”
“I am not special, or the way you put it. You make me feel as though I am a monster. I assure you I don’t harm people.”
“The people don’t know that, Lily!” Shouting at her now, her father slammed his fists on the table and continued looking at her, breathing hard. She should have thought better than to ask these people.
“That is because you won’t let them know what I am. I feel like I am dying inside,” Lily complained sadly, “yet you don’t look as though you give one damn about it.”
“Watch your language Lily, others can hear you.” Her mother said, horrified at her with a hand to her chest. She had a pale expression nervously glancing towards the king.
Her parents didn't allow her to dwell with anyone, not even the maids, with the excuse of it being because of her gift. She never thought her gift to the kingdom would be such a stinging effect each time she thought about it. She felt isolated and often feel as though she would go mad by herself. She had the gift of conjuring herself to different places, even when she was home, so basically, she could go anywhere she wanted to go. It all ended when the day was over, and she goes to sleep right after. The important part of her gift, each figure she conjures up, is their own person. She can talk, as though it is someone else. She really admires the ones that talks of adventure. Those are the ones that venture outside. It wasn’t always fruitful though. Someone always sees a new person and highlights it, making her run away.
Lily got out of the bathroom and she heaved to keep her tears at bay. She couldn’t cry over spilled milk. Unable to take it anymore, Lily decided one day to escape from the cursed room and go wherever she wants. If she decided to come back, she will, otherwise, she will enjoy her life the way she wants. Lily wanted to know what it felt for the phrase sand between her toes, or dirt in her nails. Yet her mind was in torment. She wanted a life for herself, to shape the way she want, to experience hardship, and to have a good life experience.
She didn’t understand certain concepts of life because she was always locked away in a room. There are more things the world had to offer and she would grab her opportunity and dash. Knowing her emotions were getting out of hand, she had to brace herself on the vanity over the force that pulled her from behind. She felt her anger spike, knowing very well what was happening.
“What do you want?” She snarled at the figure behind her.
“Lily, you can't do that. We have warned you to not go in the forest.” said her insecurity. She was never a favorite. She was the buzz kill. Standing just as tall as Lily was, she was in another outfit, a dress, light pink, and looked as calm as a peach turning to look at her.
“I do not appreciate your appearance. Go back Insecurity,” commanded Lily as she sat down in her chair in front of the mirror, combing her hair.
Brave said, “Come on, you have been locked away for too long. We have to see if we could get out.”
“I agree,” Lily said happily, smiling a little.
“What do you mean, get out? We are not going anywhere,” said Insecurity once more. At this time, she was in a full-blown panic mode.
“You’re being livid, you know that? Let her roam freely and do what she likes for once. She knows what she wants.” Brave always watered down the fears of Insecurity, and she goes headstrong to her, trying to knock some sense into her.
“Does she know the danger she puts herself in or what to do when she is in danger?”
“She would find her way out,” said Brave in a grim tone, getting equally angry at Insecurity.
“Fine, weigh your options. If you're in danger, we won't be here to cover for you anymore. You can die out there,” Practicality said.
“I can also die in here,” said the real Lily this time. She has been listening to their conversation all this time. She needs to make a decision. The time came for her to tell them her decision when her bedroom door opened and everyone disappeared.
Her mother marched in, lifting her evening gown and perched herself on the edge of the bed, watching Lily intently. Lily knew she was about to get a hearing or two or maybe a speech about womanhood she had no interest in.
Her mother, Lilian, inhaled deeply and shook her head at her daughter. It was something she hardly did, but she turned around, watching as the tired woman crunched her eyebrows into knots and folded her legs.
“Lily, we need to talk,” said her mother as she continued on with that strange expression on her face.
“What is it, Mother?” Lily, respectful of calling the queen Mother, treated her very well. She was soft, adorned in golden clothes and her feminine crown.
“I heard what you were talking about. There is a reason for us to protect you. You are our protector.” She was now walking into the room and looking around, seemingly for something.
The situation was getting harder to comprehend given that she dropped vital information like that to Lily. She began pacing up and down the room, battling whether to tell Lily the complete story or send her off to dinner while keeping a close eye on her. Unfortunately, she heard the little dramatization about wanting to get away and it is up to the queen to stop her.
“What do you mean? Why have I not known about this sooner?” Lily countered, very upset right now, looking at the woman who equally stared back at her with fury.
“You were a present to us, you were given a task to protect our kingdom. If anything, dark was about to happen. We have you, but all we have been doing is protecting a brattish child from running away.” Lilian said, standing to her daughter, who now stood angrily.
“You’re speaking nonsense. All you have done was make me feel odd about myself, like a curse on you. You're trying to stop me from leaving,” Lily complained, flailing her arms like a fish out of water, and holding on to her head.
All the while, Lily was pacing and her mother stood a good distance toward off the flailing hands as she spoke, distressed.
“If you leave, what would happen to us if we can't fight off your kind?” Her mother gravely said, and her eyes hardened even more. If Lily was to learn a few hardships in life, this would be one of them.
Her mother exclaimed, now equally going up to her to confront her, “I know of your kind. It is what humans are scared of. The man who gave me to you promised that one day you would be our protector. He was being hunted, and I was too caring to give you up. I wanted you to be explorative, but you want daring, and that is what royalty protects their own from doing."
“My kind? What is my kind? I wonder what I did to deserve such a punishment. All my life, I never experienced love, touch, or adventure.”
“You will, all in good time. Please, don't go.” She cried pleadingly. Lily almost felt sorry, but her heart was now set on leaving.
“If you leave, and anything happens to you, I won’t be able to forgive myself. I am begging you Lily,” Her mother was crying now, and it pinched her cheeks and her nose felt tingly. Soon, a warm drop plopped on her cheeks.
“You're selfish, only thinking about yourself. Leave.” At this point, Lily's hand was only pointing to the door. She wore a glare and a frown, looking at her jewelry, giving her mother one last look and turning away. She turned her back on her mother, remembering the key factor of the last time she would see her mother. She made her mother, the queen, cry.
Bitterness rose at her throat and she spat in the sink, but she not once given the thought about what her mother said to her. The thoughts she blocked out, and she has hidden them away. Yes, she can do that too. Her mind would let her block the things she does not want to deal with. Her neck ached, and her back felt as though she was carrying a heavy load.
Sadness came out of her, saying quietly, “I can feel you hurting. Why are you so intent on leaving?”
“I don’t know. I feel this is not my place.” Lily said, tears blurring her vision from seeing her saddened self.
“You can make it your place. One day, this place would be yours. You can do as you like.”
“I wouldn’t know of my kind. What am I?” she said, crying in her hands now. Her muffled hiccups were hidden away in her hands.
“What if you are something you will come to despise? I can’t stop you from leaving, nor will your other emotions. Adventure wants to be with you. Good luck, Lily.” Sadness whispered and she vanished slowly. Lily did not miss the wash of sadness that came from her.
Danger wasn’t coming. She does not know of her kind. She just knew she was special, but she knew she was good at heart. There is no hurt in trying to find out what or who she is. She would try to accept what she finds, but she only needs to know. Lily thought she would not hurt someone intentionally. She held on to that thought very strongly.
The moment Lily reached the border of the forest floor, she began feeling uneasy. Nervousness was stepping in, and she took herself a calming breath. Taking one last look at the place she once called home, she kissed her palms and bid farewell to her old life.
Within a few steps of moving further into the dark forest, it was something she had never experienced before. She began hearing whispers. They were faint at first, but as she got closer into the forest; they became louder and slightly overwhelming. Trees rustled in the distance and above her, bushes moved and she felt as though eyes were looking at her from all corners.
She saw the little creatures moving around her scattering frightfully. Some looked at her and scurried away, leaving her to wonder what was really wrong. She cried out in a faint voice for them to stay, but her voice was locked, scared away, like the animals were. She was appalled but intrigued. Then she saw someone else. He flew, she thought. What a wonder! When he saw her though, he stopped mid-air and was about to dash off.
“I won’t hurt you,” she said quickly, frightened she might have to go at it alone when it is getting dark. The place had a coldness she wasn’t familiar with and it felt creepy from all corners.
“Hello, show yourself,” she said, twisting fingers in her hand and a timid voice too small to make the ground creatures shiver.
There were creatures who were hiding in the dark. All around her had a slithering creature waiting for its order to pounce on their prey. None of them knew such a beautiful prey would step into their forest. Unknowingly, she brought her pleasant light to demise itself. She heard a wicked chuckle, but still saw the figure in mid-air, refusing to come down. He made a dash, and she took off after him. She continued running, keeping sights of him and lucky for her, she found a clearing, but it was a horrid sight she found herself in.
She waited to see if anyone would show, but she didn't and so the fright stepped in waves washing over her. She looked around some more, trying to comprehend what she should do now. All around her she heard slithering and movement and stepping to the middle of the clearing. Then something bigger came creeping from behind her, and its shadows began covering her toes, ankles, knees, and then her entire body. She started getting scared. She let out a scream and fell backwards, crawling to get away, glimpsing behind her, and stopped when she saw what towered over her.
It was a tall creature man. He outstretched his dirty hand, but she saw someone very handsome and clean, almost glowing. Lily was so mesmerized by his beauty and his interest in her as he smiled. She hadn't realized her feet began levitating from the forest floor, and she lost her inhibitions to reply to him. Chuckling wickedly, he licked his lips deviously and his spliced tongue went out, licking her jaw, and he giddily wrapped her entire body in a black inky mist.
He said in a hypnotizing voice, “Take my hand. You will find what you want here. Be prepared to be mesmerized by your enchantment, little faerie.” He had graced her with such a beautiful name, she thought. Wow, this must be a dream. She thought she was being led to her place where she can find other people who were not human too.
Without hesitation, she rested her hand in his and away he took her. She was unaware of the cackles, the snarls, and gargles all around her. She held on to the voice of the man who hypnotized her without even trying too hard. Silly girl. She had no fighting chance now.
Prentice had been given the cruel gift of seeing the bad side of the future. When he saw that Franklin would play an important role in saving the Grand Forest, and he would lead him here, all his life, he hadn’t expected to lose sight of him so soon. On the off chance, he wanted to keep an eye on Franklin since he had been spiraling lately, and his future was somewhat blurry each time Prentice took a look into it.Wondering where he was, but not losing sight of their mission, Prentice moved stealthily on, and made sure that Franklin could find him when he was ready. Prentice knew that the only way Franklin can grow was by himself, and also with a shot of reflection and a dash of truth. So, he drowned the thought of Franklin from his mind, and with a heavy heart he went in search to find the woman he was sure would help him sort his mission. He realized that he was going against all that he believed, and this case might be stronger than he was. The forest was only a protector, it had a
The brightness was getting too hard to bear so with trembling hands, Franklin covered his eyes and groaned when he breathes in and out. He felt stiff as a rod, and his legs were numb from being in an awkward position for some time. Franklin woke right where he laid bleeding. He groaned in pain and agonizingly shook with weakness as he got to his knees. His trembling hands did little to support his weight. Then he witnessed something horrific. He gently took the leaves from him chest that were piled on and rested them on the ground. Upon doing so, he looked around, realizing what had happened. All around him laid leaf faeries. Some turned black, some barely showing green, and some laid lifeless, as though it drained them of their health and green pigment. Some were white even which meant they have been there, trying to save him.Franklin tried remembering what happened. He picked up the leaf that looked barely alive and whispered something to it. Immediately, it began turning a healthie
Franklin always knew he was different, and looking at himself in the water made him realize the difference he was from everyone was his sensitivity to magic and its power. He was an absorbent for dark magic more than light magic. He walked with his head held high, and his heart was beating euphorically in his chest. His teeth snarled just as the light consumers he was only a moment ago killing, and his thinking bears the same as theirs. He didn’t know his way of thinking was identical to a lunatic, and that his infection was spreading. He was way past rational thinking. Not only that, but he felt powerful and unstoppable. He also had his eyes set on the demise of his family, and breaking down the wall to reign havoc on the people who always made him feel he was unworthy of himself and to be called a prince. They would have to pay for what they had done to him all his life, his brothers, his father, and the woman he once told that he wouldn't hurt, his precious, silent mother. He com
The day does not start well for the young fella of Haven Brass Castle, Master Franklin Juniro Sonmichos. From the stunted height of 5'1 (1.55 m), he doesn't seem to get taller like his older brothers Marcus and Freitas. All his family members were tall, unlike him, and knowing very well how self-conscious he was about his height, his family relentlessly teased him, making him feel less than he was. It would be the smallest action to give him a stir. From shoving him, resting their elbows on his head, and mocking him sometimes, too. He was too sensitive for his own good. That will need to change.“Look, Brother. It seems Franklin has grown!” His elder brother said, nudging the other one. “Yeah, when crows go fingers, then sure!” His brothers laughed and held their stomachs, pleased by the disdain look on Franklin’s face and their terrible idea of a joke. Although he was hurt by their actions, he fearlessly stood up for them when they were in trouble, and so many times he got scars to
Franklin was a being who taught himself certain things as he was a prince and someone his father was hard upon most times. Franklin loathed him for that attitude since it gave him no freedom as it gave his brothers. Most of all, his brothers don't agree with his methods of tactical battlefield plan. They have brawns more than brains, Franklin thought to himself. He was their only hope yet he could not get along with them. They were manipulative and hated him for his ways of thinking. He could feel it.To say Franklin was angered and furious at himself for failing at his matches once more, it galled him to see his brothers exceed so much better than him and hardly seem to find any pain in their training. But not him, he thought, gritting his teeth. The way Prentice was watching him too indicated he was about to get a hearing from him later on as well. He stripped the protective gear he had on as he walked away from the field, leaving his brother, Prentice, and a few guards who had been
The queen was stunned to find the king behind her. Thinking he might have seen what was happening between the boys, she waited for him to say something to her, but he simply looked at her. She smiled at him and approached him gracefully. She reached for him and he grabbed her elbows, bringing her closer to him. His frown lines grew deeper as he smiled at her. After a small embrace, she decided to break their comfortable silence. “The boys were being noisy again,” she said, turning to go to the railing to look down the castle walls. The railing was old but not creaking, just needed a new paint job. She ran her hands on the grooves.“I thought I heard something like that. Were they bickering with Franklin?” The king asked, joining her calmly. They both looked at one another.“Yes, but everything is alright,” she said as though she wanted assurance that nothing was wrong.“I hope you’re alright. You look stressed. What’s wrong?” He said, coming closer, almost whispering to her. Her warm
The anguish Franklin found himself in while talking with his mother, he felt like pushing her away. She could not see the things that were happening to him and he didn’t want to hurt her seeing how weak and vulnerable he was. Instead, he would paint her a picture of a bad guy and she would be so hurt with him, she would maintain her distance, just like everyone else. The night was cold and the hallways nipped at him even in his thick boots. He hovered closer into his thick bearlike cloak and gloves as he made his way to the library doors.Thew library door creaked slowly as it opened after the heavy push Franklin gave it. They were old doors but with the care they were given, they lasted longer than the new doors recently installed in some parts of the castle. Franklin liked the old look, and the library too. It had the old smell, and he relished that vintage look no matter what mood he was in. he studied hard too, in case one day they might be under attack. He was fully prepared for
From then on, since he found the book, everything changed for him. Though he didn’t know it himself. He was about to be in a lot of trouble. Or so he thought. Franklin always had a keen sense of common sense, and right now it doesn’t seem he was using it well. The book beacon for him to open it. The pages fluttered even more, but Franklin refused to do anything. He felt frozen. The pages now were glowing. The sweats never left him. In fact, he felt sticky all over, yet cold. The black book held a looming light over it, yet its look was sleek and sinister. As the night got darker, the air didn't like a warm body. It must have been quite some time since Franklin was in the library. His attention was long forgotten about the shelf in the library that nearly crushed his skull into his favorite desk. While he took a deep breath to calm himself down and reached for the book, his mind told him something. Once he touched the book, nothing would ever be the same. Pushing that voice away, he
The brightness was getting too hard to bear so with trembling hands, Franklin covered his eyes and groaned when he breathes in and out. He felt stiff as a rod, and his legs were numb from being in an awkward position for some time. Franklin woke right where he laid bleeding. He groaned in pain and agonizingly shook with weakness as he got to his knees. His trembling hands did little to support his weight. Then he witnessed something horrific. He gently took the leaves from him chest that were piled on and rested them on the ground. Upon doing so, he looked around, realizing what had happened. All around him laid leaf faeries. Some turned black, some barely showing green, and some laid lifeless, as though it drained them of their health and green pigment. Some were white even which meant they have been there, trying to save him.Franklin tried remembering what happened. He picked up the leaf that looked barely alive and whispered something to it. Immediately, it began turning a healthie
Prentice had been given the cruel gift of seeing the bad side of the future. When he saw that Franklin would play an important role in saving the Grand Forest, and he would lead him here, all his life, he hadn’t expected to lose sight of him so soon. On the off chance, he wanted to keep an eye on Franklin since he had been spiraling lately, and his future was somewhat blurry each time Prentice took a look into it.Wondering where he was, but not losing sight of their mission, Prentice moved stealthily on, and made sure that Franklin could find him when he was ready. Prentice knew that the only way Franklin can grow was by himself, and also with a shot of reflection and a dash of truth. So, he drowned the thought of Franklin from his mind, and with a heavy heart he went in search to find the woman he was sure would help him sort his mission. He realized that he was going against all that he believed, and this case might be stronger than he was. The forest was only a protector, it had a
Lily was fourteen years old, but not just any ordinary girl. She was an adopted daughter of the king and queen. She was the youngest princess there was across the land as far as anyone knew. She had been living in a castle at the edge of a forest all her life a long time ago, never entering the yard, which was of a vast waste of space, if she told you her thoughts. There was just enough land for her to discover, but she wasn't allowed. To protect, to safeguard, were the words she often heard when she made that request. Who was she being protected from? She always wanted to ask. She had asked once, but everyone looked at her as though they wanted to protect themselves from her. Looking at it all from her window made her bitter at the thought of where she was, living lavishly, while others below her looked up at her and wondered what luxuries must she have, and how happy she must be? She was tormented. She felt like a prisoner in her own home, captured like an exotic bird in her father
Feeling hurt and broken inside, Franklin could no longer follow Prentice anymore. The look of disappointment on his teacher’s face made him feel something that he worked hard to not feel, and that is being a failure. Even though he often failed, he came back stronger and hit back harder each time. It has been nonstop for eight years and even though he still has lots to learn, he never aimed for failure, ever! As Prentice was walking and left him behind, Franklin took a risk by heart and death and bid him a silent farewell and left the other way.“Why couldn’t I just left the book right where I found it? Stupid!” He argued with himself.“I can’t do this to myself, nor Prentice. I need to go,” he said inaudibly. He left to go the other way.Franklin felt angry with himself. He felt angry at finding the book, and he felt angry at even opening and reading through the book. He wished he could go back in time and burn the book instead. Furthermore, he thought to himself, if the book brought
With the lingering cold of the past year, Franklin huddled deeper into his furry coats. He was adorned thickly in several shirts and jackets as the nights often lingered with bitter coldness. Not once has he looked back to see if Prentice was behind him, he already knew. With the cold along with the moonless night, they had less trouble getting out of the castle and over the walls. The guards had retired, and they shivered, who still had the soul to keep watch as the night gave no mercy. “Franklin, are you alright? You seem quiet.” Prentice acknowledged softly as he continued walking. “I am fine. I am on the lookout for any lurker. One can never be too sure about these things.” “Just watch your steps. Breathe, then step.” Muttered Prentice in a low tone. Franklin bore a secret he didn’t share with anyone. Not that he had anyone to tell, but the one he talks to would be hurt to know he did such a thing. He had been studying more than the books his teacher gave him. Among the librar
Franklin was on the ground coiling as though he was still falling, and it wasn’t until he heard Prentice’s laughter and feet walking over him did he realise he wasn’t falling but dying of embarrassment. Prentice continued laughing as he watched Franklin picked himself up and dusted himself off. He looked around the place and sees it to be dark and cold. Colder than where they left over the wall. He shivered for the first time, thinking for a while they won’t be able to feel warmth all that much. Prentice scanned the area for intrusion and then he captured a moment to take it all in. This was once something beautiful, ruined by the hands of a tortured soul, he said inwardly, feeling the hurt emanating from within. Franklin came up behind him, and with a growl, he said, “You can act more professional than that you know, Prentice?”“I supposed, but you said you wanted fun. Being quiet would not do.” He mocked Franklin’s words as they continued walking, looking for a place to rest for t
Franklin left the wall immediately in search of his duffle and his comfortable shoes. Knowing very well this would be his last night to be in the kingdom, or even the castle, he made sure to leave a note for his mother. She won’t be in bed until early morning seeing to everything as she made sure they were to their former glory. He made sure to detail he would be going with prentice and that it would be best to not send anyone for him. The Grand Forest is too dangerous for them to act impulsively only for the sake of bringing back the child that gave them nothing but hardship. When he thought that might urge them to bring him back, thinking he was acting impulsively, he made sure to write another line stating, he was of clear mind and body when he wrote the letter. Wiping the nervous sweat trickling down his forehead he then got down to actually packing his backpack. He lifted his mattress and got out several pairs of knives, as if they would do anything he thought to himself, but be
They knew famously the ballroom for the extravagant balls it hosted, but now it only felt like a burden for Franklin as he accepted the third dance within the first six minutes of the commencement. He accepted the young woman’s hand with a stiff walk, and they began swaying on the dance floor.“My, you’re even more handsome up close. What do you do for fun?” The girl muttered as she looked up at him.“My fun would not be entertaining for you. I am sure of it.” Franklin could not imagine the girl in his arms swooning at such a statement, but goodness, she did. The work they would put in just to be within royalty. He wondered why they did such a thing.“I understand. Would you like to know what I do for fun?” He had to give her points for being relentless. She was a prissy thing and didn’t accept him to not be interested in her.“Not particularly. I hate dancing. There, that should be one thing you should know about me.” Franklin said, looking anywhere else but at her. He was praying si
It came towards them with an aim, the fiery hellish orb of blackness and destruction. Before it could carve the ground with its sickness, Prentice leaped into action and masked it in a protective spell and covered it away from the people. The horrified look on the King’s face said it all, and with a nod he took off running with the giant ball lagging behind him. The giant ball was uncontrollable, lashing the shield at all ends to get through to the bright light of life. It dawned upon Prentice things seemed to be getting more out of hand than he initially expected. He knew things were bad, but this was heartbreaking as well as troubling. The questions lingered, pressingly on his mind; how long did they have before the walls couldn’t protect them anymore? What was happening over there? The king quickly waved his hand to dismiss training and shouted to let them prepare for their battle if one was to come. Everyone scattered, half panicky, half aggressive for what’s to come. Fear could