"We have to leave, Princess."

Walter's concerned tone was falling on the princess' deaf ears as she lay on top of Elliot's final resting place. Her long-term lover was now buried in the soil, murdered by her own brother's order, the tyrannical King Logan. Her tears watered the ground, as her most loyal friends tried to pull her away.

"Please, Princess, we have to leave-"

"No," Screamed the princess, "I'm not leaving him, not here!"

My heart ached for Princess Annabel. I had never seen the princess like this before, she'd always been so strong, but now, she was broken and needed to be fixed. As Walter and Annabel's beloved dog stayed by her side and mourned with her, I walked up to Annabel's bedroom to find Jasper. He was by her bed, packing up some of the princess' most precious items- her mother's old jewellery, her father's old letters to people and some old, small paintings of her family.

He must have heard me come in, as he sighed and said, "I'm really going to miss this place, Miss Emily."

"Me too," I replied, "There was always something magical about Bowerstone Castle, though recently, I haven't felt anything magical."

Jasper laughed at my remark; though I'm sure he felt the same.

"So, is the princess' best maid going to follow us along our quest?" Jasper asked.

"Oh yes," I replied, before saying in a quieter voice, "Elliot was a dear friend… I'll do anything to make sure his death wasn't in vain."

We continued to pack silently together with the rain beginning to lash at the window, until Walter came in to announce we were going now. So, since it was our job, Jasper and I carried the small amount of luggage out into the pouring rain and ran down the steps, following Walter to where the princess stood, opening the doors to the final resting place of the former King and Queen.

Everyone was silent, as we descended the steps to the tombs, nobody dared to speak. The room opened up into a giant candle-lit underground chamber, and at the end of the chamber stood a large statue of a beautiful woman clutching her hands to her chest, next to two golden tombs. We walked further down towards the statue, and Walter walked further up, then went to the right of the woman statue, looking at the bricks.

"Walter... What are you doing?" asked Annabel, slowly walking towards him.

"Just finding something… ha! Got it!" He cried, before pushing a brick further into the wall.

There was a slight pause, before a deep rumbling noise emerged, and the ground began to shake. Then, suddenly, the woman's arms fell from her chest and out, revealing an intriguing object in the palm.

"What is that?" I asked Walter.

"A guild seal. Try picking it up Annabel, you've been training for this your whole life; you're ready."

Annabel, slowly and tentatively walked forward towards the outstretched arms holding the guild seal. After a long pause, she picked up, and held it for a sudden. An aura began to grow around her and it grew stronger and stronger, until it seemed to consume her. A large, cacophonous roar filled the room, making me squeal slightly, before recoiling in embarrassment. The aura around Annabel slowly began to die down, and I began to walk towards her. Once I stood next to her, I realised that she must have grown. Before, we were the roughly the same size, now she was about a head taller. She seemed stronger, more powerful and more incredible.

"Walter…" Annabel began slowly, "What does this mean?"

"It means… You are a hero, like your Father."