Hello this is DCW with another random story for you. Yes, I should be working on other things but this is something I have a lot of muse for now. This is the story of Kaelyn, Henry's fiance. It will be in six parts, each will have a current event, and a flashback, hopefully I'll get it out quickly. By the way, decided to make the series of dashes I use to seperate time go away, so I'm going to use this: 'xxxxx'

Traitor's Girl

Part One


The games of Regalia were legendary throughout the civilized world. And I was sitting in a rather good seat at the championships. I should be ecstatic, but I'm not. I enjoy the game of course, but there's still that feeling of not belonging.

I am certain you assume this to be an adolescent angsting about something that matters little, but I assure you I do not exaggerate. I sit alone. No one wants to be anywhere near me, as if I would contaminate them. Eyes either skim over me and try to ignore my presence, or glare with loathing. I am tolerated, but not accepted.

Despite this, I am able to take pleasure in the game and the memories-however painful-that watching it brings.

The players swerve and flutter around each other with inborn grace. I have never seen a flier collide while in a game, and I know it to be impossible. How could such beings that can fly with such fluid elegance collide from something as random and meaningless as a mistake? For it would have to be a mistake, fliers are not afflicted by clumsiness as we humans are. But my prose is getting hold of me again. My brother used to say it was a failing, but he always enjoyed it.

xxxxx

A young man sits astride a large black bat, he is in the middle of a game. With little effort he stands on the back of his swerving flier and catches the ball as it is tossed by him. He drops back into a sitting position, and with a flap of enormous wings the bat propels them forward. Henry, age fifteen and of the Regalian royal family, flattens himself to the back of his bond so Ares can fly swifter. Despite this position he manages to cast a triumphant grin at a girl in the stands.

Kaelyn, a fourteen year old aristocrat, shrieks with joy. She stands and waves, cheering her boy on. Henry whispers into his bond's ear, and the large black flier swoops to the side. Ares flies sideways and passes the young girl, missing her by scant inches and making her gown flutter in the wind caused by the speedy passing.

"Henry!" Kaelyn cries happily, "Win for me!" He raises the hand with the ball in it to indicate that he heard, and that he did in fact intend to win.

The young Underlander tossed the ball, made of pure sparkling goldstone, to another player on his team. The other player grinned at him, and his cream colored bat swerved low to the playing field. Henry grinned as he recognized the movement. Ares automatically assume a position directly above the other player. The opposing team moved to try and corner the cream bat, but she shot directly through the pack and flew past Henry and Ares. The ball fell from above and into Henry's waiting hands. The other team didn't notice the small object switching possession, and continued to follow the cream colored bat.

With a perfectly executed corkscrew dive, Henry and Ares scored just as the bell signaled the end of the match. The winning point was awarded, and they had won.

Although normally Henry would have stayed to bask in the attention(and perhaps brag to his cousin) he only smirked and gave a wave before instructing Ares to fly to the stands. Kaelyn squealed excitedly as she saw him coming. Henry hooked her by the waist and pulled her onto Ares in front of him.

"Just for you," he said with a grin as he handed her the sparkling ball, "remember today." The girl smiled radiantly and planted a kiss on his lips.

xxxxx

I sat in the stands and tried to watch the game. But with the tears in my eyes I could hardly see the different bats. My hands clasped tightly around the goldstone ball, my thumb rubbed gently over the engraved heart.