Hi, Kamikaze Hoshi here. This is my first story on FanFiction, so it may be kind of…crappy. Well, I still hope you like it~ (Don't worry, I won't be surprised if you don't). By the way, the prologues are just filler, but you have to read them. That is unless you wish to be confused later in the story...
I sat on the bridge near the river in Greydall Plain. Life got boring stuck inside a castle all day. Even I was allowed to go out of the castle I had to stay in the kingdom's walls. Obviously I never followed that rule and I would go outside into the world. Now look, I was only eight years old. I didn't go further than the first bridge in Greydall and in Balastor Plain I didn't go any further than halfway to Parma. The sun was currently setting in the brilliant sky of red, blue, and orange.
"Well, time to go," I said to myself. I stood up and walked to Balandor. Sunset was "rush hour." People ran to all different places around me and once a person knocked me over, making a small rip in my blue dress. I growled and started walking again toward the castle. Let me say a small explanation stating that I'm not a princess. I'm an adopted orphan given to the King Valtos and the Queen Floraine when I was about five-years old. …Okay, I admit. I'm a princess, but I really just didn't like it when people flatter me and respect me and all those other things. It got annoying. (Back to the story) I walked into my room in the castle after walking up 10 flights of stairs.
Why do castles have to be so tall? I thought. I was panting by the time I reached my room. My eyes flicked looking out the window. The sunset looked brilliant as usual. But there seemed something that made it more vivid and vibrant this evening. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but there was something so much more beautiful. My last glance at it, I think I saw a silver glow in the clouds.