Hey guys! It's Alyss here and back with a new story! It's pretty damn epic i gotta say (Pssh).
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Normal POV
The sound of Maka's heavy, high heeled boots echoed through the large hallway, accompanied by the faint rustle from the small golden chains hanging down from her left shoulder until the left side of her collar, clipped in place by a small silver brooch encrusted with emeralds.
Maka Albarn, the first princess of Saragnolia; a beautiful and rich country, blessed with the prettiest of all sceneries, plants and the freshest of any crystal clear water. It is ruled by a beloved queen and a not so beloved king. Unfortunately, the queen passed away just as Princess Maka turned fifteen. Everyone mourned the queen's death but decided to move on, rather than losing all hope and letting the country/kingdom fall.
King Spirit Albarn now rules Saragnolia single-handedly for his queen had died. He was a good ruler and a brave warrior but the reason why he is not so beloved is because of his lack of wisdom. He is known to flirt with many women in the country which what makes not only the people but his daughter upset with him.
Maka constantly watch over her country in secret whenever her womanizing father of a king decides to care less, which is most of the times. As time passes, the people have grown tired of their King's careless behaviour and they have started protesting for a new king, preferably, a king AND queen. After a few months of protesting, King Spirit had finally decided to back down from the throne and let a new monarch rule.
He decided to wed his beloved and beautiful daughter, Maka to their neighbour country's prince, Prince Death the Kid of Arachness. This decision was to ensure that Maka is wedded to a good prince and to make an alliance, which is always a plus.
Maka stormed through the hallways, enraged of the news her father just told her. She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists, "Marry the neighbour country's prince?! Marry the neighbour country's prince, he says!? I've never even met nor seen him before and now he expects me to marry a man I've never met!?" Maka muttered as she slammed her bedroom door behind her.
The twenty one year old princess slumped onto her study chair and sighed, "Papa always said I can marry whom I loved. But…" Maka brought her arms up and covered her face with the palm of her hands, "Now…. I'm stuck with an arranged marriage….." Maka groaned and rested her feet on feet on the study table.
"I would rather be a soldier than a princess whose father is a womanizing king." Maka said. She sighed and rested her head on the table, "Well, I sure hope my soon to be husband isn't like Papa…." Maka stood up and took off her badge then placing down on the table. Just as she unbuttoned her coat, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in" Maka said as she took off her silver lined, black coat. The door creaked opened and Maka's right hand lady, Tsubaki went in then closing the big door behind her. "I heard the news…."
"Did you?" Maka muttered while raising an eyebrow. Tsubaki nodded as she helped Maka hang her coat. A sigh came out of Maka's soft lips once more and she smirked, "What do you think of it?"
Tsubaki paused and thought for a while, "Well, I've heard that the prince is actually pretty good looking and is quite a gentleman. So, I think you're pretty lucky." Maka chuckled, "Looks can be deceiving, Tsubaki….. And almost every evil or insane man acts like a gentleman outside…. We'll just have to wait and see." She said as she placed her trusty sword down on the desk. Tsubaki eyed Maka's silver sword that lay on the table, "You should really try to be more feminine."
Maka raised an eyebrow, "What? So you're expecting me to replace the sword that saved half of the people in this country from getting ripped into pieces with a pathetic little flower?" Tsubaki shrugged. "Cheh, not a chance…." Maka scowled.
"No, not that…. You should definitely keep your sword but you could at least wear a dress rather than a shirt, trousers, a coat and a pair of boots." Tsubaki suggested in a sing-song voice. "I don't always wear trousers; I sometimes switch the trousers with an ankle length skirt." Maka said.
"I know but it has a slit that starts from below your hips. So, it doesn't make much difference…" Tsubaki said, still in her sing-song voice. Maka groaned and rolled her eyes, "You know I don't like dresses, Tsubaki. I do wear them but not at will…."
Tsubaki chuckled sat down at the edge of Maka's king sized bed, "We're leaving tomorrow morning, is that right?" Maka nodded and took out a black leathered luggage bag and placed it on the table, next to the sword. "We'll be going to Arachness, and then meeting the prince….."
"Is the King coming with us?"
"Yes, papa is coming with us but only for a while. After meeting the prince and his father, the King, my father will go back here." Maka said while packing a few things. "I'll have to wear a dress for the engagement party or ball, whatever you want to call it." The blonde princess moaned and shuddered. Tsubaki chuckled and patted her highness' back, "Good for you, Maka." Maka rolled her eyes and smirked.
"Well then, I better get going. See you tomorrow morning and good night, your highness…" She said in a sing-song voice. Maka scowled at her and rolled her eyes, "Don't call me that….."
"Have a good sleep, Maka…" Tsubaki's voice cut off by the sound of the door closing. "Night…" The princess whispered as she stared outside the window, overlooking part of her kingdom. 'Just one last stroll wouldn't be too bad, eh?' She thought to herself. Maka wore her coat, badge and grabbed her trusty silver sword which she calls by the name of, Osiris. Maka pulled open one of the drawers and took out a mask, then wearing it. She drank a glass of water before leaping out of her room from the window.
She landed on one of the house roofs and swiftly jumped onto each one, alternating from left to right.
"HELP ME!"
Maka halted and looked around to find the lady who had just called for help. 'There it is!' she thought to herself. Maka jumped down the roof and dashed through stalls and crowds of people, then turning a corner and running into a dark alley way where a young woman is being cornered by a group of men.
Maka unsheathed her sword and charged at the men who were bothering the 'damsel'. She slashed each one of them then tying all of them up using a piece of rope she found lying on the ground. Maka sheathed her sword and turned to the young woman, "Are you alright, ma'am?"
The shaken woman nodded, "T-thank you….." She stuttered. Maka smiled softly and bowed slightly, "I'm just doing my work as a princess…."
The woman was taken aback, "You're Princess Maka Albarn?" Maka smirked and took off her mask, "Yes it is me….. You should be able to tell…." Maka glared at the men who flinched and shuddered in fear, "You men are worthless pigs. That might not apply to all men for I know quite a few who are trustworthy but even so, the majority are just SCUMS…" Maka hissed.
The women stared at the Princess' glowing emerald eyes, a very rare kind they were. Only the people who comes from or lives in Saragnolia knows the legend. That legend is that hundred years ago Saragnolia was ruled by a beloved Queen. She was known to be a descendant from the Gods, her name was Milennia Osiris. She had beautiful ash blonde hair, soft porcelain skin and enchanting emerald eyes.
Milennia Osiris was not only a true queen but a great warrior, a guardian and a legend. She fought many wars in order to save not only Saragnolia, but the world. Back then, the story and legend of the 'Goddess' Milennia Osiris was acknowledge and was passed down only for two generations but later on became forgotten. Saragnolia, being the land where she came from never forgot about the story and still acknowledges it until now. Milennia passed away in battle where her trusted advisor betrayed her and Saragnolia then sailing off, creating his own kingdom. It is now known as Arachness. Arachness and Saragnolia were always at war until they decided to stop for the best. Now, they never fought again and were at peace even though they haven't formed an alliance, that was until this night.
Why Princess Maka's sword is named Osiris you ask? Well this is because it belonged to Milennia Osiris herself. When the day she died, Milennia's right hand lady, Tennias, took the sword of Osiris and kept it in a small glass chest encrusted with diamonds and emeralds. In the centre of the sword's guard/hilt, a piece of emerald in the shape of angel wings is placed by Milennia Osiris. This is to ensure that when a new born princess or prince is born, he or she is determined that of a true fighter and meister/wielder of the sword. Each time a princess or prince is born, the would place the sword next to the child and see if the angel wing shaped emerald glows or not; if it glows, then it is determines that he/she is the right wielder of the sword of Osiris.
Thus, if it doesn't glow, the prince or princess will still continue their lives as a ruler but not a fighter. Generations passed and one silent night, a princess was born. The emerald reacted and glowed when placed next to the new born princess, that princess is called Princess Maka 'Osiris' Albarn.
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