Chapter One
Hitomi lay on her bed staring at the ceiling. Her body ached from another hardcore practice with her mother. Her mother never let up and always used full power on Hitomi when in training. Hitomi let out a big sigh, she had, as always, been bruised badly and it hurt to move just about any where she rolled off the bed and limped to the bathroom. She stared in the mirror at her bruised face. Her green eyes were weary and her right eye was purple all around.
"Great another black eye." She spoke loudly in her empty room. She never liked putting to much in it, the emptiness made her feel free and not so constrained.
Stripping of her workout clothes Hitomi climbed into the already made bubble bath. Her mother insisted on having servants.
"We are high class citizens and you should act like it Hitomi." Hitomi rolled her eyes as her mothers scrutinizing voice rang out in her head. She so disliked being of noble birth. Stuff like that didn't even matter to the humans these days. Unbraiding her long hair Hitomi sank into the bathtub.
"No practice tomorrow, I can sleep all day." She let out a sigh of delight and slowly fell asleep in the room alone.
"VAN! YOU GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!" King Rohans voice didn't do a bit of good, prince Van was already set on being pissed off. He stormed out of his father's presence and to the practice field where he planned on taking his anger out on his trainers.
"Well my lord, at least he takes out his anger in a constructive way." Queen Ceina laughed lightly at her attempted to comfort her husband. Unfortunately he was as stubborn as his son and, just glared back at her.
"You do realize this is your doing, don't you." Rohan's anger was not hidden in his words; he let it out with full force.
"My love you can not expect young Van to be king of all that you are, he hasn't the wisdom or strength that our Falken does." Ceina came up to her husband and massaged his back rubbing out his anger.
"You know as well as I who is fit to rule this Legacy of yours. It was not my decision, who is king here? I am but your humble servant my love." Rohan began to relax at her cooed words and soft touch.
"Your right, after all Folken is first born. I am King here this is my Kingdom, and my will, will be done."
She wasn't sure where she was going but her feet kept moving. She had to go somewhere, some where they weren't. She came up on ninety nine the main road; she would be safe if she stayed on it. Her foot steps began to slow. In the summer nights warm air she began to shake. She moved to put her jacket on but it wasn't in her hand. She starred at her hand or where it should've been. There was nothing, not even her arm. Her blue eyes widened in terror as the reality of the night's events hit her. Before the terror could be verbalized strong hands pulled her back into the darkness. The only thing she left was a pool of blood mixed with frayed red curls.
A vision or a dream.