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A roar came up from the crowd, echoing down the streets and into the courtyard where we waited. As a gust of wind blows past I feel even colder then I already am to my utter disbelief. They were coming, that much we knew. Now that the walls have fallen and we are left defenseless they will come. I feel a hand rest on my shoulder drawing me out of my thoughts. Looking behind me she’s there with her bright smile and soft eyes. Releasing a sigh I unleash my fears upon my companion, “Do you think we have a chance? Will we be able to hold them back?” I turn to her looking for some type of sign pleading with my eyes for an answer I know she can’t give. Instead she gives me a sad smile and I have no control over becoming frustrated over her silent answers. In result I turn away rather harshly and walk over to the pier. Looking out at the sea and feeling the salt from the spray I inhale coming to terms that with the fact that I have to leave my home. I’m still coming to terms with that, much less losing my mother, brother, and niece. “It’s time my princess.” I ignore the finality of those words choosing to waste every precious second of my time left looking out at the sea. Ignoring the screams of my people as an invisible tyrant and his armies slash through my homeland; a single tear falls and with it all my determination to return is resolved. Breathing in one last smoke-filled breathe I feel an urgent hand upon my shoulder and a stern voice urging me along. I reluctantly go, praying for every soul that cannot follow. I stumble making my way down the rocky path, with busted and bruised knees and long nights of interrupted sleep I believe I can’t go on. So they carry me, along with what’s left of the royal treasury. In the boat we go and I send up a plea to let the sea’s be calm. “Do not worry princess, what’s done is done.” I turn to her, forcing out what dignity I have left. “They did not deserve a princess that will run and hide, but a queen to fight for them when they are not able.” I state my doubts in myself, and my sorrow for the lives lost. “Yes, but you are not a queen, the queen is dead.” Her words cut straight through me, words whispered and partly lost to the wind, yet still cut so deep. Turning away from my only friend I let my tears fall determined not to let her see them. One day I will return, and be the queen they needed me to be.
Screams filled my mind again and the smell of smoke and the burn of fire filled my throat and touched my skin. I screamed jumping up and looking around realizing that it was yet another dream. My body shivered due to the dried sweat soaking my shirt. I get out of bed ignoring the body beside mine and stood by the window. I shivered even more as the wind blew touching me. For a while I stood there remembering all that has transpired 10 years ago. I still hear their screams in my head as our boat paddled away. Squeezing my hand in anger I pound it against the side window and start to again before a soft hand touches mine. Looking over I see it is Vera, my constant companion and guard. She pulled me into her embrace allowing me to cry yet again, but I no longer wanted to cry. I was tired of crying and waiting. I did not understand what we were waiting for. Looking up at her she smiled and kissed my forehead. “Always impatient, always wanting action, enjoy the peace we have for now.” She whispered pulling me towards her. Her embrace I was no stranger to but tonight I wanted none of the promises she offered. Turning away and walking back to the window I hear her sigh and turn away. “I will be outside if her highness wishes of me just call.” She mocked and I felt the irritation and pain of her fake titles and formalities. I am no princess, nor am I a queen, and yet she still uses these titles like they have some type of meaning. Growling I turn away and walk back to my bed glad she is gone and wishing her scent would vanish as well.

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A roar came up from the crowd, echoing down the streets and into the courtyard where we waited. As a gust of wind blows past I feel even colder then I already am to my utter disbelief. They were coming, that much we knew. Now that the walls have fallen and we are left defenseless they will come. I feel a hand rest on my shoulder drawing me out of my thoughts. Looking behind me she’s there with her bright smile and soft eyes. Releasing a sigh I unleash my fears upon my companion, “Do you think we have a chance? Will we be able to hold them back?” I turn to her looking for some type of sign pleading with my eyes for an answer I know she can’t give. Instead she gives me a sad smile and I have no control over becoming frustrated over her silent answers. In result I turn away rather harshly and walk over to the pier. Looking out at the sea and feeling the salt from the spray I inhale coming to terms that with the fact that I have to leave my home. I’m still coming to terms with that, much less losing my mother, brother, and niece. “It’s time my princess.” I ignore the finality of those words choosing to waste every precious second of my time left looking out at the sea. Ignoring the screams of my people as an invisible tyrant and his armies slash through my homeland; a single tear falls and with it all my determination to return is resolved. Breathing in one last smoke-filled breathe I feel an urgent hand upon my shoulder and a stern voice urging me along. I reluctantly go, praying for every soul that cannot follow. I stumble making my way down the rocky path, with busted and bruised knees and long nights of interrupted sleep I believe I can’t go on. So they carry me, along with what’s left of the royal treasury. In the boat we go and I send up a plea to let the sea’s be calm. “Do not worry princess, what’s done is done.” I turn to her, forcing out what dignity I have left. “They did not deserve a princess that will run and hide, but a queen to fight for them when they are not able.” I state my doubts in myself, and my sorrow for the lives lost. “Yes, but you are not a queen, the queen is dead.” Her words cut straight through me, words whispered and partly lost to the wind, yet still cut so deep. Turning away from my only friend I let my tears fall determined not to let her see them. One day I will return, and be the queen they needed me to be.
Screams filled my mind again and the smell of smoke and the burn of fire filled my throat and touched my skin. I screamed jumping up and looking around realizing that it was yet another dream. My body shivered due to the dried sweat soaking my shirt. I get out of bed ignoring the body beside mine and stood by the window. I shivered even more as the wind blew touching me. For a while I stood there remembering all that has transpired 10 years ago. I still hear their screams in my head as our boat paddled away. Squeezing my hand in anger I pound it against the side window and start to again before a soft hand touches mine. Looking over I see it is Vera, my constant companion and guard. She pulled me into her embrace allowing me to cry yet again, but I no longer wanted to cry. I was tired of crying and waiting. I did not understand what we were waiting for. Looking up at her she smiled and kissed my forehead. “Always impatient, always wanting action, enjoy the peace we have for now.” She whispered pulling me towards her. Her embrace I was no stranger to but tonight I wanted none of the promises she offered. Turning away and walking back to the window I hear her sigh and turn away. “I will be outside if her highness wishes of me just call.” She mocked and I felt the irritation and pain of her fake titles and formalities. I am no princess, nor am I a queen, and yet she still uses these titles like they have some type of meaning. Growling I turn away and walk back to my bed glad she is gone and wishing her scent would vanish as well.