Crysie
Shy 'n Bubbly Panda
Serena sighed as she watched the smoke out in the distance from her bedroom window. The war between the kingdoms has been going on so long that the smoke was just endless at this point. The once blue skies were just brown and cloudy from the smoke and ashes of battle. "Father, I don't get it, why can I not go out into battle? I can fight just as well as any soldier out there, you know this." She might be no expert or that experienced, but she could fight. Her mother made sure that she could do so just as a precaution.
"I've already lost your brothers to this war, I will not lose my only daughter and my only remaining child. Besides, it's too dangerous out there for you out there. I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you, or if you got taken. So, you are to remain here until further notice. Now, I have to go out to the field, please behave and do not make trouble. I cannot afford to have any guards on you, I need every capable man out there on the front lines if there is to be any hope of surviving this war. The dragons are dead, and they were our greatest advantage. If we lose this war then the Dragomire lineage will come to an end. Actually, it might already be at its end, you cannot carry on the family name if you were to wed and have children, and I am not sure if I can produce anymore offspring if I wanted." The king told his daughter with a sigh before hugging her tightly. "Just stay here and safe, please."
"Alright, father. Be safe out there." Serena said with a small sigh before watching her father leave her personal space. She wasn't going to go against her father's wishes now of all times. She knew how dangerous the war was getting out there, and she knew that they were losing. When the last dragon fell things went south, fast. The dragons were what made people fear those of the Dragomire name. The Dragomires comes from a long line of ancient mages that had the blood of dragons pumping through their veins, and they had the abilities to talk and control dragons. Only problem was that as time went on, dragons started to die off and very few remained, and of course those with the Dragomire name started to die off as well. Many people wanted to abuse the Dragomire's abilities, and when they refused, well, things only ended in a blood bath.
Sighing, Serena leaned onto the sill of her window as she continued to look outside. The Kingdom of Faera was as empty as it could be. Usually the streets would be busy, children running about and laughing as they played, vendors selling their products, yet there was none of that now. The streets were as dead as they could be, not a single person in sight. Everyone had vacated the grounds once the war took a turn for the worse, all scurrying off to safety elsewhere. Serena didn't blame them, she'd make a run for it too if she were them.
~Out on the battlefield~
"Arthur! They are going to reach the castle at this rate. My daughter, go back to the castle, now. Take my daughter, go, run, take her somewhere safe, stay with her, stay by her side at all times, protect her, protect her with your life, you hear me? She is the last of the Dragomire line, the last one to have the ancient blood running through her veins, and you make damn sure that she lives to pass that on. You are my highest commander, and I trust you with my life, with her life, so please, don't let me down. I will hold off the enemy forces along with the others as long as I can for you to go back and get my daughter. Do not let anyone know that she is a Dragomire either, if anyone were to know then her life will be in more danger than it is already. Now, go, there will be a cart with supplies that will last you two a long while until you can reach the next safe town or village." The king had already foresaw the outcome of the war. The chances of him and his troops winning were none at this point, and he was right. So, he had prepared things for his daughter's escape a few days prior. There was only one person that he trusted enough to protect his only daughter's life, and that was Commander Arthur Tristran. "Tell her that I am sorry and that I love her." The king shoved his pendent into Arthur's hands before giving the young man and shove in the direction of the castle and turning his attention back to the oncoming troops.
"I've already lost your brothers to this war, I will not lose my only daughter and my only remaining child. Besides, it's too dangerous out there for you out there. I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you, or if you got taken. So, you are to remain here until further notice. Now, I have to go out to the field, please behave and do not make trouble. I cannot afford to have any guards on you, I need every capable man out there on the front lines if there is to be any hope of surviving this war. The dragons are dead, and they were our greatest advantage. If we lose this war then the Dragomire lineage will come to an end. Actually, it might already be at its end, you cannot carry on the family name if you were to wed and have children, and I am not sure if I can produce anymore offspring if I wanted." The king told his daughter with a sigh before hugging her tightly. "Just stay here and safe, please."
"Alright, father. Be safe out there." Serena said with a small sigh before watching her father leave her personal space. She wasn't going to go against her father's wishes now of all times. She knew how dangerous the war was getting out there, and she knew that they were losing. When the last dragon fell things went south, fast. The dragons were what made people fear those of the Dragomire name. The Dragomires comes from a long line of ancient mages that had the blood of dragons pumping through their veins, and they had the abilities to talk and control dragons. Only problem was that as time went on, dragons started to die off and very few remained, and of course those with the Dragomire name started to die off as well. Many people wanted to abuse the Dragomire's abilities, and when they refused, well, things only ended in a blood bath.
Sighing, Serena leaned onto the sill of her window as she continued to look outside. The Kingdom of Faera was as empty as it could be. Usually the streets would be busy, children running about and laughing as they played, vendors selling their products, yet there was none of that now. The streets were as dead as they could be, not a single person in sight. Everyone had vacated the grounds once the war took a turn for the worse, all scurrying off to safety elsewhere. Serena didn't blame them, she'd make a run for it too if she were them.
~Out on the battlefield~
"Arthur! They are going to reach the castle at this rate. My daughter, go back to the castle, now. Take my daughter, go, run, take her somewhere safe, stay with her, stay by her side at all times, protect her, protect her with your life, you hear me? She is the last of the Dragomire line, the last one to have the ancient blood running through her veins, and you make damn sure that she lives to pass that on. You are my highest commander, and I trust you with my life, with her life, so please, don't let me down. I will hold off the enemy forces along with the others as long as I can for you to go back and get my daughter. Do not let anyone know that she is a Dragomire either, if anyone were to know then her life will be in more danger than it is already. Now, go, there will be a cart with supplies that will last you two a long while until you can reach the next safe town or village." The king had already foresaw the outcome of the war. The chances of him and his troops winning were none at this point, and he was right. So, he had prepared things for his daughter's escape a few days prior. There was only one person that he trusted enough to protect his only daughter's life, and that was Commander Arthur Tristran. "Tell her that I am sorry and that I love her." The king shoved his pendent into Arthur's hands before giving the young man and shove in the direction of the castle and turning his attention back to the oncoming troops.