Prologue
Born in the palace of The Sothern isles she was the unheard princess with 13 older brothers, she was just seven when the palace burned down and that was no accident.
"Amber, Amber where are you? We need to leave. AMBER!" the youngest of her brothers Hans shouted up the stairs; panic rising in his voice. A small girls voice answered "why do we have to leave I love it here?" "Amber the palace is on fire" Hans replied. "I know isn't it just beautiful?" Amber replied running down the stairs into her brothers arms. He shook his head and started to run for the door following his long train of brothers.
They watched the palace burn to the ground as flames spat from the blaze erupting like fireworks lighting up the night sky. As the flame started to die down Hans kept a tight grip on Amber just in case 'why did she think the fire was beautiful?' Hans thought to himself but be wasn't sure he really wanted to know.
Their mother took Amber in her arms in her arms and promised to never let her again, not knowing she would one day have to.