UPDATE: I edited the story better guys. Sorry I kinda rushed to type this out. It now makes much more sense! I will be continuing this story, and it will be a long one for sure! Thank you for reading.
{This is a semi-slow paced story, it starts off with a king and his daughter, and a slight introduction on Kid and Crona. But just bare with me! I came up with this story all in one day!
The king and Elena don't know that kid is the son of shinigami, AKA the son of lord death, and they don't know that Crona is a witch's child, but in the story she doesn't have black blood. And yes, Crona is a female in this story because I like crona as a girl! I hope you enjoy. ^u^ Please review and tell me what you think.}
King Joseph, held his daughter close. She was a treasure of his own, his pure, innocent little girl, Elena. She was smiling and holding him back as a daughter would to a loving father, admiring the attention her father gave her. He was always so busy, so every time he had the time to give his daughter attention and affection, he would hold her close, and ask her how she's been and what she's been up to.
They talked on and on about their days and laughed at jokes. They were happy.
Elena's mother had passed on years ago, due to natural causes..A heart attack.
It happened during a cottage ride, on her way to visit a near by village, with baskets full of fresh baked breads and sweets, that were made by her favorite bakers around the kingdom she loved and ruled, with her king Joseph. She would send fresh, warm goods to the poor weekly. She was a very kind hearted Queen. They called her the Queen of love. Perhaps that's where Elena got her kind heart from, her own mother-.
During her cottage ride, on the one fatal day, on her way to visit a village to deliver fresh bread to the poor, they were ambushed by some bandits. They stopped the cottage by stabbing the horse until it collapsed, the escort was dragged down tied, and gagged to keep commotion to a minimum and the rest of the bandits had hopped inside where the queen sat, holding daggers and blocking her passages from escaping. They taunted the queen for her family jewels,money and harassed and abused her for god knows how long. Causing her to have panic attacks and large pains at the center of her chest, causing her to have hard time to breath. You could only imagine how hard it would be for her to calm down when they wouldn't stop.
The queen always had a heart condition, ever since she was a little girl. She caused her parents much distress, always protecting her from traumatic and harsh events, before they themselves passed on, protecting their dear daughter till the end. But thus, the event at the cottage was to much for her feeble heart. And she passed away while they tore at her dress and threw her around, not caring that the queen was obviously having a heart attack, her begs of mercy that were merely squeaks did not mean anything to them.
The escort was conscious though, limp and badly hurt but he was witnessing as much as he could before he passed out..
After the bandits were about to run off, seeing as they had killed the queen nonchalantly, a man rushed to the scene like a gust of wind ,and taking down the bandits, a gun on each hand, only hitting the vile men with the butt of his guns in sync, sending them to the floor unconscious. The escorts eyes were blurring now but what he could make out of the man was that he had black raven hair, with three white lines that circled his head, about three inches off from connecting, he wore a black cloak, that had a skull ornament on the front. (It's located where the cloak is tied together basically) he had a white dress shirt from what he could tell, and black dress pants. The escort passed out after that.
The death of the Queen Jasmine, caused a great grief to the kingdom, and kingdoms across the lands, sending their regards to the king and his daughter who luckily wasn't there at the traumatic event. Only four years old. It's been eight years since then. Elena is now twelve, her father is thirty-one.
Princess Elena wasn't like any other girl though.. She was blessed by the gods. A holy one she was. She was greatly protected by the kingdoms guardsmen, including the man that caught them and turned in the bandits to the king, sentencing all a life time in the prisons below. The king is much too forgiving.
The man with three white lines popped around randomly in and out, never around for too long, but he was there when he was needed, just in time, always well mannered and polite. His name was Kid, for short. Others called him Mr,Death. His full name is Death the kid. There were many rumors about him being a prince from an unknown kingdom, or being a son of death. With a name like Death the Kid, why wouldn't anyone think that?
The King gave out a large sigh.
"Father, what is wrong?" Elena asked, looking at her father with concern in her eyes. The king caressed his daughters blonde curly locks of hair and gave her a sad expression. "I trust that you will be strong about this. And knowing the gods are looking down upon you, keeping you safe-" The king paused, trailing off for a second. Elena calmly sat up and listened further more.
"We have been receiving disturbing letters form the kingdoms across the lands in the north. They don't seem to like us very much. This has been going on for the past two years." Elena's eyes looking confused and curious "Why would they not like us father? We have not been doing anything to them after all..I wonder why.. What should we do?" The kings expression hardened. There were many things he hasn't told her.
"I suppose, perhaps our wealth is a reason why they envy us. Or maybe it's due to you being blessed by the gods, they must not think it's fair.", He wasn't lying. The kingdom feared her. Anything close to a god or a gods blessing is a threat to them, even people in their kingdom fear the princess's potential power. But regardless the fear, many deliver flowers and heart felt gifts with letters about how they admire her, but are too scared to approach her. The gifts and letters made her happy, but sad that she is feared. She would never hurt her people.
"So, I've got into contact with a female swordsman down at the east coast.", Elena looked up at him "Female?", she asked, he nodded. "The swordsman is about eight-teen years old, and very skilled, not much background about her, but she's coming for an interview tomorrow.", Elena softly nodded, looking a bit concerned. "Kid will be escorting her here, don't worry, if things are sketchy, he will handle things from there." The king had noticed her concerned expression. His reassurance made her less tensed "Alright dear, go to your room and go to bed. It's time for papa to finish his work. I'll be in bed soon too.", He patted her back softly and sat up from his slouch position on his throne.
"Okay, papa. Don't over work yourself and get some sleep soon. See you tomorrow.", She kissed her fathers cheek "Goodnight papa, Love you." "I love you too, Elena." She walked up the stairs to her room.
The king sighed again and looked at his hands. "Will my little girl be okay? .."
Elena had changed into her night gown and she is now wrapped in her neatly done bed, the maids had gone in to tuck her in and wished her a good night before turning the lights off and closing the doors behind them. Elena turned to her side. "A female swordsman huh?... I wonder what she'll be like.. Cool and manly like the movies? Maybe scary and feminine.. Or perhaps like those woman in the mangas that were sent here by Missus Iwamoto!" (She is one of her maids, her favorite one too.) She smiled and closed her eyes "We'll see tomorrow." She held a stuffed bear close to her heart and fell asleep.