Mystic of Light (Phase 1)
A princess on her 16th birthday,experiences an unforgettable event. This is not your average tale. This is her story.
MYSTIC OF LIGHT PHASE 1
"My apologies, Princess."
"Dammit, Bernard!" A young girl snapped. She rounded on the man sitting on the park bench. From anyone else’s view point, he looked like a nice and normal 6"2, man. But to her, he was a suspicious accomplice to the invasion of her hometown.
It was her sixteenth birthday and the whole town was invited to the celebration at the castle where she was known as Her Royal Highness, Princess Aeolia Tauzonitz. The festivity was huge and because everyone in town—servants, peasants, and nobles—was encouraged to come, the castle’s security was relaxed that night. Aeolia was in such high spirits. She danced with her parents, her little brother, and anyone who was anyone. Then, the assault happened. A crash was heard from above the castle. Then a piano collapsed from the attic. As it hurtled down through the floorboards, it fell upon the king, the queen, and the young prince, taking away what was the last of their life. Everything became a blur as Aeolia was swept off her feet by her body guard, Bernard Von Stagger. That night was the best and worst memory of her life.
"Princess. That vile language is improper. Especially for your condition…" Bernard replied, looking down. It saddened him to see the princess so upset. Although, he couldn’t blame her; everything changed within one night and it didn’t happen too long ago.
Aeolia began to boil at his words. "Condition?! YOU TURNED ME INTO A CHILD!! You’re probably the one who lead the attack on the castle, too!" Bernard glanced at her, as if he was about to say something, but shied away. Unfortunately, the princess didn’t catch this, as she surveyed their surroundings. She didn’t recognize this place. During the attack, Bernard carried her to the lowest floor of the castle, to the secret cellar, not even Aeolia, herself, knew much about. It was at that time the ground began to crumble and everything felt as if it were being raised from the ground. Sure enough that was what happened. The last thing Aeolia saw of her land, as she was lifted from it, was the soil, clean as if Tauzonville had never existed.
"Ah…my…apologies," Bernard whispered. This was more to himself, than Aeolia. He wished he could’ve done more to guard the Royal Family. Their death is not something he’ll ever forget and he will cherish the last oath he made with the king. He will protect the princess or die trying.
Aeolia turned to Bernard, almost feeling guilty about her accusation. She knows more than anyone that Bernard would give his life to protect her and her family. However, Aeolia can’t help but feel that someone on the inside aided in the attack. That piano was never in the attic, Aeolia pondered. When did it go missing?
"Darn it!" Aeolia stomped over to Bernard. "Alright. Stopped sulking and let’s find a place to stay for the night."
"My apologies, Princess."
"Dammit, Bernard!" A young girl snapped. She rounded on the man sitting on the park bench. From anyone else’s view point, he looked like a nice and normal 6"2, man. But to her, he was a suspicious accomplice to the invasion of her hometown.
It was her sixteenth birthday and the whole town was invited to the celebration at the castle where she was known as Her Royal Highness, Princess Aeolia Tauzonitz. The festivity was huge and because everyone in town—servants, peasants, and nobles—was encouraged to come, the castle’s security was relaxed that night. Aeolia was in such high spirits. She danced with her parents, her little brother, and anyone who was anyone. Then, the assault happened. A crash was heard from above the castle. Then a piano collapsed from the attic. As it hurtled down through the floorboards, it fell upon the king, the queen, and the young prince, taking away what was the last of their life. Everything became a blur as Aeolia was swept off her feet by her body guard, Bernard Von Stagger. That night was the best and worst memory of her life.
"Princess. That vile language is improper. Especially for your condition…" Bernard replied, looking down. It saddened him to see the princess so upset. Although, he couldn’t blame her; everything changed within one night and it didn’t happen too long ago.
Aeolia began to boil at his words. "Condition?! YOU TURNED ME INTO A CHILD!! You’re probably the one who lead the attack on the castle, too!" Bernard glanced at her, as if he was about to say something, but shied away. Unfortunately, the princess didn’t catch this, as she surveyed their surroundings. She didn’t recognize this place. During the attack, Bernard carried her to the lowest floor of the castle, to the secret cellar, not even Aeolia, herself, knew much about. It was at that time the ground began to crumble and everything felt as if it were being raised from the ground. Sure enough that was what happened. The last thing Aeolia saw of her land, as she was lifted from it, was the soil, clean as if Tauzonville had never existed.
"Ah…my…apologies," Bernard whispered. This was more to himself, than Aeolia. He wished he could’ve done more to guard the Royal Family. Their death is not something he’ll ever forget and he will cherish the last oath he made with the king. He will protect the princess or die trying.
Aeolia turned to Bernard, almost feeling guilty about her accusation. She knows more than anyone that Bernard would give his life to protect her and her family. However, Aeolia can’t help but feel that someone on the inside aided in the attack. That piano was never in the attic, Aeolia pondered. When did it go missing?
"Darn it!" Aeolia stomped over to Bernard. "Alright. Stopped sulking and let’s find a place to stay for the night."
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