Fallen Leaves Part 1 Prologue

by ClearHowl

Alice is now a young woman at the age of 15. 12 years ago a huge crisis came to her family and she was locked up, till a handsome young man came and found her. Now after all these years she must figure out all that has changed as she tries to find her missing mother and help her claim her rightful spot back on the throne.

Fallen Leaves.

By:ClearHowl

Part 1

Prologue

I watched as they took them from her...all of them "Bang bang" gone. The only things left where the bodies of my family,friends,soldiers. She went to everyone of them, closing their eyes one by one. She didn't shed a single tear, even after shutting the eyes of her own child. It was only her and I left, in that room of dead hearts. The queen and her daughter.

Tears streamed down my face as I watched the slaughter of enemy's and brave soldiers in front of my face. A group of men had came in and started to ramble about not having the right leader for their country. When the guards escorted them they yelled a word, one word... and it started what felt like a war. There was blood everywhere as my mother and I hid in a large trunk. I would peak through the keyhole every so often I saw horrid things all around me, more and more men coming through the doors and through chambers with guns and swords and all sorts of weapons. All of our men were in the main room of war. There were at least 200 men on each side fighting for no good reason. My mother held me tight, as if making sure I wasn't to be dragged into battle myself. I heard endless screeches of pain and agony. But I also heard screams of victory and triumph. It sickened me to think these men thought so much of themselves for killing another of their kind. We are all human. After a few hours the screams stop and after about a few clangs the grand doors close. My mother slowly opened the trunk then climbed out. I looked across the room in horror, so many bodies. All of her people and theirs. I looked over at my mother and watched as she closed the eyes of every man on that floor, enemy or friend. She then came to two of the bodies and I quivered in pain as more tears ran down my face,"DADDY!". I wailed as my mother closed the eyes of her own son and husband. At the age of only 12 my only brother went into battle with my father, the king. Now they lay side by side swords lay beside them their hands in each others. My mother came up to me, she had not one single tear in her eyes but I saw the pain she was feeling. We felt as much pain as every man in that room. It was said that it hurts to die, for my mother and I it hurt to be the ones who survived.