The Crown

by K.J.Dalrymple

Young Reya is a trickster rouge on the run from the Frey guard, Nighthawks, Du Vranger Gata, and multiple other groups. She may seem to be a normal run of the day criminal, but after she finds a mysterious stone in the Governors jewels, her life changes dramatically, and she will have to fight to survive, and rule.

Darkness.Pain.

I wake up with a jolt. How long have i been out? I wonder. As I stand up a jolt of pain shoots through my thigh. My shirt sticks to my side, stiff with blood. A noise. At that moment two sick relazations hit me as my memory comes back. One, the blood on the shirt isnt mine. Two, im being hunted. I draw my twin daggers, so long they could almost be mistaken for shortswords.

The noise again. a sniffing noise, then somone speaks. A growling, distorted voice, gruff, and rough. [Hey, i rymed]. My heart skips a beat as i realize what the things are, my daggers wont be of much use, considering the rough skins of the creatures. Wonderful, i say in a barley audible voice. I quietly pick up the jewels I "borrowed" from the governor. I run past a bounty in the allyway. 100 pounds on my head right now, dead or alive. Id rather be caught dead. The king is a tyrant. I would be publicy humiliated and floged, tortured, and either caged or used for the kings own personal enjoyment.

"There you are, theif!" says the Frey, "I dont need you to tell me where i am, you over grown puppy dog. and i prefer the term rouge.' now fetch!" i retort as i throw a loose branch. The Frey growled. Uhh, nope. i run. Over the fence, througn the tanners shop. I see a carrage, i jump into it without thinking, it looked empty, after all. I see the kings sigle out of the corner of my eye, suddenly i find my body feeling heavy, Then just as i relize it was a trap, Magically enchanted bars crash down, blocking my way out. Behind me, a dark pressence lurks, a pressence i know all to well. "Xavier." i whisper. A sharp pain near my temple, my vision fades, darkness.