This is my first story, hope you like it. It is set around the 18th century.
Soft music filled the halls of the V'erstat, the imperial palace and headquarters of the Republic of Alistair, as the people swayed in the rhythm. It was like any other ballroom dance but the celebration was for a very special occasion. Indeed, it had just been announced that the prototype TrapBall had been made by the royal research center which they hoped would help turn the tide of the war.
"And now, Ladies and gentlemen, the main event of the night!" announced a broad and towering figure, grabbing everyone's attention. Vice Chancellor Wilhelm continued, "We shall witness the first test of the TrapBall, right here." A few soldiers dragged in a contraption which was covered with a dark cloth, on wheels. The Vice Chancellor then removed the cloth himself to reveal a Gardevoir restrained by heavy red chains and a spiky silver crown. Her head was hunched over and red eyes partially covered by green hair. Her eyes were full of agony but she refused to let herself cry.
"To prove his allegiance, we shall let Gilgamesh the crown prince of Almia do the honours!" proclaimed the Vice Chancellor. Almia was a sovereign duchy which had recently been annexed into the Republic due to a coup de'tat by the ministers during the great war. Gilgamesh had tried to remain neutral, but the ministers, fearing their safety, had practically sold off the small duchy to the Republic which they had predicted would win the war.
The crowd parted in two as the young dark haired prince walked through, with a smirk on his face. The red tattoos on his left cheek contrasted with his dark skin and navy blue royal attire. Hushed whispers were heard among the crowd, with generals and politicians questioning his loyalty and ladies enamoured with his exotic looks.
The prince walked towards the trapped Gardevoir and was presented with a mechanical ball with what looked like pressure gauges on it.
'Calm and cool with an aura of confidence...Calm and cool with an aura of confidence...' as the Gardevoir heard these thoughts echo in her head, she realised that those were the prince's thoughts as he walked towards her with the ball. She was amazed that his thoughts were permeating through her silver crown which was supposed to stop her psychic powers. Curious, she looked up and saw that he had crimson red eyes and her heart skipped a beat.
"Garde!" she gasped which startled the prince and caused him to look straight into her eyes. She felt his confidence waver and uncertainty creep into his mind but try as she might, she couldn't speak telepathically with him due to her silver crown. She heard his thoughts 'Surely it can't be her, that would be ridiculous' 'This must be done to end the war'
She could feel him trying to suppress old memories and as he raised his hand to use the TrapBall on her she could hear him think 'I hope this doesn't kill her'. The crowd of people started bellowing, "No mercy, no mercy, no mercy!". She closed her eyes as she felt tears forming and prepared for the worst.