Prologue-
Funny isn't it? A man starts off with nothing, gains the trust of few then it begins, his poison spreads to them all like an infectious disease to the minds of the people then more join this one man's conquest. Gulliable they believe him, doing everything he askes without question, taking from others to support him. His followers believe he can make a new world, a better world and unknowingly follow him to ruin. They all lose their humanity in the process becoming a beast who feasts on power and chaos. Those who wish to live peacefully and simply are slain without reason by these poisoned minds- a poison known as war.
"Setsuna" one of the servants entered my room. "The time has-"
"You didn't knock" I interrupted her. My head halfway turned to her shocked expression, dumbfounded she regained composure.
"Your father instructed me to get you to socialize at the gathering, by any means nessecary" Chizu, the maid's eyebrows narrowed. My head turned back to window, at the glorious full moon. She cleared her throat but I paided her no heed. With a strong tug she was able to pull me away from the windowsill. She threw a fancy kimono on my bed with an irritated nod she signalled to it.
"Oh, and if you don't change immediately and attend the party I heard your father's decision on your arranged marriage will hasten" Chizu chuckled before leaving me and this glorified fabric alone.
I wasn't a social person. Nor did I care for those who put on an act just because I'm a princess, they want my wealth, my power or even in some cases, my body. I wanted to belong to myself, make my own choices, walk with freedom and not be treated like a caged bird. I wanted the moon. I wanted it to envelop me into it's silvery craddle, the spirits tell me the moon is the key to their power and in time will be my ally. Since I was little my spirit friends have guided me, my father and his advisors thought I was fantasizing about these creatures, they would scold me and I would eventually run into solitude to seek comfort in the friends only I could see. They give me the power to manipulate things, in fear I keep this power to myself but has grown harder to control with each passing day.
"My lady" more servants walked in- without knocking and began to dress me in the deep ocean blue kimono.
"You look like a precious jewel princess" one said to me as she used blush to redden my cheeks, then my hair was pulled and fashioned into a formal style with a matching kanzashi. When it was all finished the maids praised me, indefinitely. All eyes turned to me as I descended from the stairs. Everyone was looking, especially a group of men dressed like they would for war.