Okay, so here is my "Princess/Hero of Brightwall" story. It incorporates Diana, the princess from my story, Counter Weights. Though this story takes place during the third game, where as my other story took place before. This story does not include any of the OCs from my other story either, it is based solely around the Princess's journey and the struggles of those around her.
Rated M for a will be rape, incest, cursing, sex scenes, and violence, all very descriptive. If you can't handle it, don't read.


Her name was Diana. She was known to many as the beloved Princess of Albion. To me though, I knew her as my sister. She was my everything. After our parents died, I focused on making sure she was protected. Making sure nothing about the outside world would harm her. She was to be safe. I cared for her. I loved her.
Diana walked down the corridor. Logan would be in the war room most likely. He normally was. She had to speak with him. If what Elliot had said was correct, Logan needed someone to stand up to him. And who better than his own flesh and blood?
"Logan," Diana knocked on the door.
She waited in front of the heavy wooden door. Soon it opened to reveal a very cold king.
"What are you doing here? A war room is no place for a child," he said to her with an icy tone.
She cringed, but stood her ground, making sure to look him dead in the eye when she spoke.
"I need to speak with you," she answered.
He raised an eyebrow. Logan stepped out of the room, closing the doors quickly behind him. He gestured to a couch in the parlor. Diana sat down with Logan sitting beside her.
"What is it?" asked Logan.
"Why are the people in the town hurting?" she got straight to the point.
Logan's face soon turned to anger with the question. He stood up.
"It is nothing to concern yourself with," he said, turning around. "I have work to do."
"Logan!" shouted Diana. "I am not a child anymore! So answer my question!"
She shoot up from the couch. Her eyes pierced through Logan's back.
"I guess that Elliot was the one telling you about these things," sighed Logan. "He should have known better."
"Logan!" snapped the princess.
The king turned back around and marched up to his sister. He grabbed her chin with his fingers and pulled her face to his.
"Now dear sister, listen to me when I say this," he stated. "You are to young, to innocent, to be troubled by this."
He ran his fingers over her peach lips. She was angry, but Logan didn't care. He was tell her the truth.
"I don't want you to get hurt," which she surely would if she meddled. "I love you far to much."
He leaned in closer to her. His lips soon caressed hers in a kiss. She pulled away.
"Stop it Logan!" she demanded. "I am not your toy!"
He could see tears starting to form in the corners of the princess's eyes.
"No your not," he agreed.
He turned his back to Diana, facing the door that lead to the rest of the castle.
"Guards!" he called out.
In came two purple-clad guards, quickly standing in front of their king.
"Arrest the man named Elliot and have him executed for treason," Logan commanded.
The guards saluted him and marched out. Diana's tears couldn't stay in.
"No!" she cried.
She grabbed Logan's arm and fell to her knees.
"Please, don't," she begged. "I'll do anything."
Logan placed his hand on the girl's head. She looked up.
"Of course you will. But then again, you have to do anything I say anyway," he said kneeling down to eye level with her. "I am your king. I am your brother. And most importantly..."
His lips touched her forehead.
"I am the only one who you are going to love."
He got up and went back to his war room, leaving Diana weeping on the carpeted floor.

~✾‿‿✾~

That night Walter had rushed into Diana's room that night. Jasper along with him.
"We leave tonight," said the old warrior.
Diana quickly changed and followed the two men out the room.
"Come on, Rylan," she called out.
Her dog quickly shot from his place under her bed and joined her side.
"Where are we going?" asked the girl.
"Away from here," explained Walter. "To start the revolution against your brother."
Diana nodded.
"But what about Elliot?" she asked. "He's still alive isn't he? We need to help him."
Walter shook his head.
"There is nothing we can do," Jasper said. "Right now, we are to worry about your safety."
They stopped in front of the tomb in the garden. It was where Diana and Logan's parents had been buried.
"There is a passage getting out of the castle through here," explained Walter. "We can leave quietly."
They walked down into the dark tunnel.

~✾‿‿✾~

Logan was in his room, pacing in front of his fireplace.
"Diana," he muttered.
He looked at his window aimed at the gardens. He slowly walked to it. There in the dark he could imagine the red roses, the yellow daisies, the white lilies. He closed his eyes.
Logan thought back to a time when their parents were still alive. When he didn't have to worry about a nation. He was playing with his sister in the gardens.
"Logan," Diana would call out in happiness.
Her smile was gorgeous. Even being only five year old, the eight year old thought she had to be the most beautiful creature in the world. One day he had taken Diana to a hidden spot in the gardens.
"Diana," he said, placing his hand on her cheek.
"Yes, Brother?" she asked.
She was so innocent. He shuttered at her calling him Brother. He didn't want to be her brother. If he was than what he felt was wrong. But if he wasn't her brother, than he could feel this way and maybe she would feel the same.
"Don't call me that," he muttered.
"Huh?" she was confused.
He was her brother though.
"Don't call me your brother," he said. "I don't want to be your brother."
"But I love you," she began to cry. "Don't you love me too?"
His hand slid across her cheek, into her fine brown hair. He brought her into a hug.
"Of course I love you, and that is why I don't want to be your brother," he said.
Soon the eight year old's lips touched the girl's. Diana's eyes widened as the boy she thought solely as her brother began to kiss her passionately. She didn't know what to do. She was only five. She couldn't comprehend such things as lust and desire. Logan pulled away.
"I want to be your lover," he said. "Your one and only."
"I don't understand," she said.
Before Logan could explain any deeper, their parents called out to them. They rushed from their hidden spot to where their parents stood. Beside them stood a small boy. He was Diana's age. He seemed shy.
"Logan, Diana, this is Elliot," introduced their mother. "He will be your new playmate."
Their father pushed the boy closer. Diana's eyes light up.
"Hi!" she greeted. "You want to play?"
Elliot nodded and smiled. Diana took his hand and began to lead him towards and open area in the gardens. Logan just stared as the girl he loved took the hand of another.
Logan's eyes opened. They flashed with rage. That stupid Elliot had taken his Diana away from him on that day. He had her in his grasp, but she was taken away. But now Elliot was finally going to pay. He grinned.
"My Diana," he said to himself. "Soon I will have everything."
He stared out the window when suddenly four figures ran through the dark towards his parents' tomb. He squinted to get a better look. He could make out that two of the figures were male and one was an animal. The other one was a female. His eyes widened. The girl had long hair pulled back in a braid. Her dress was long and gave off a purple hue in the moon light. he knew who she was.
"Guards!"
They scrambled in.
"You three," he pointed. "Go to the tombs and retrieve whoever went down there just now. You two, go check on the prisoner Elliot. And you, arrest whoever was suppose to be guarding my sister."
The salluted at the orders and went to do as they were told. He turned back to his window to see his guards run around like ants.
"You will come back to me, my lover," he said.