Of royal Mysteries and Dangerous Prey

by IamNotaPen

As the new queen of Tymbala, Annabeth has a hard task on her hands, especially when she needs to raise the kingdom to it's highest standards. Though dangerous creatures are lurk the streets, terrorising all of Tymbala. Annbeth finds herself falling in love with her arch enemy and the prince of the dark world and to the counsil of fight world the queen is a dangerous prey.

The silver rain dropped down gently, hitting the windows. It wasn't an exciting day today, Monday 13 December 1543.

Annabeth lay slak, her eyes searching out trying to find some sort of adventure, but who could be happy these days especially when you're just named queen. The king, Annabeth's father had recently passed to the other side, therefore making Annabeth the queen of Tymbala. Though the citezens of Tymbala and the palace memebers where saddened by this unsuspected death, they had high hopes for their new queen.

So, why was the heir of the throne so upset and emotionlley beaten by this? This was an all different road for her. Annabeth felt different from all the other royalties, that where snob women who only thought of them selves. The sinking feeling of having a kingdom to rule and raise to the highest standards made the queen's stomach do somersaults. The gown she was wearing was comfortable and Annabeth felt cozy in it, much better than the usual dresses she wore to look pretty.

The loss of her father has left Annabeth mourning and grieving day and night and her blaming herself for his death. Why had all the people that she loved had to die? First her mother, her brother and then her father. She found herself remembering the death of her mother and brother, who died side by side, their hands embraced. The assassination was one that could have been avoided, or some would say. Annabeth could still remember the hoisted warm tears running down her little face when her mother stumped down the floor, red crimson liquid surrounding her.

Her brother then pushed Annabeth out of the way, he hid her as the covered figure murdered her dear brother. It was from that day that Annabeth had changed into a different person. She was raised on the saddle by her father in every battle that they had encountered. She was the best fighter in the country, she won every gladiator fight that there was, every duel and every massacre. No man would beat her. Her father had saw her talent and made her the commander of Tymbala's army. She was so skilled that her reflexes where crazy. Annabeth was sought to be cold and insensitive by many but the rumours where not true. She was kind and fierce; she was full of wisdom and intelligence.

Annabeth had long, golden, curly hair that flowed gracefully down her slender back. Her eyes where just like her mother's, stormy grey, so bright and intimidating that could make any man beg for mercy. Men from all around the world wanted to court her, to be able to wed the magnificent beauty, but none where successful. Annabeth wasn't even thinking about settling down, especially with such a though task on her shoulders. Unfortunately, the kingdom of Tymbala had other things to be worried about. They had the cold dark mysteries that lurked the cold streets at night, consuming that blood of the town's people.

Annabeth and her father had been hunting these creatures before, their frightening canines and horrible lust for blood. These creatures where Annabeth's arch enemies, they were called vampires.