AUTHOR NOTE : It's been a little over a year since I started the original version of this story, and looking back, I realize that there are many flaws in the characters and in the writing as a whole. Because of this, I couldn't find myself motivated to continue the story after certain parts. As you can see, I have decided to rewrite the story and develop the characters further. I hope everyone will show this version just as much love and as always, I'd love to hear your recommendations for how Shirin's adventure should work out!
Stalking down the hallways of the Kou palace, Shirin was boiling over in anger. She was at the end of her line. The past few days of being ordered around while at the capital were more than enough for her to lose control. Somehow, seven years of slavery was still not enough to put a damper on the fire inside of her and she was of course, as angry as she ever was.
Pale moonlight spills into the open corridor, lighting Shirin's path as if justifying her cause, telling her that her actions were righteous. After a few moments and a couple of dead ends, she finally makes it to her destination. Standing in front of a towering vault, Shirin slips through the golden doors without being noticed. She was lucky that there were no guards. Then again, who was going to steal from a vault with the belongings of a dead princess other than her?
She looks around the inside of the vault, a snarl of disgust spreading across her face. Not only had Kou started a war with her nation, the third prince, Kouha, had ripped her room from her palace and stuck it in the middle of theirs. Everything down from the hand painted designs on the wallpaper to the clothing she had thrown on the ground before she had run out of her room were exactly the same.
Immediately, she walks up to the closet, ransacking it for her mother's clothing that she had stolen and hid inside. With a flourish, she pulls out a red cloak and a white dress with a black corset like fabric around the torso that led to a large ruffled skirt. "It's all still here" she murmurs, running a hand through the silky material.
In a flash, she changes into the familiar clothing. As she laces up her sandals, the uneven wings gently flapping with her motions movement, she hears a loud pounding at the door. Her sapphire eyes brighten mirthlessly and she walks towards the entrance as she puts on her metal vessels.
With a deep breath, Shirin sets her hand on the sword hanging around her hip and yells "Oh Spirit of War and Pride, I summon thee with my magoi and an offering of blood, Come Forth Amdusias!". Instantaneously, her Djinn Equip appears, ombre red hair growing in shaggy strips as metal cuffs with iron work designs cover a half buttoned shirt and and a poofy skirt. Completing the equip, a military cape and long boots with tassels hanging off that matched the looped chain choker around her neck appear just in time as the doors burst open.
Even after this long, everything felt so right, and Shirin just couldn't help feel the sizzle of power as she gazed at the surprised expression of the person in front of her. "It's nice to see you again, Mei, " Shirin says, eyes laughing as her sword dances with electricity.