Chapter 1:::

Saphira roamed through the streets with her capes hood pulled down low, covering her rare purple and silver eyes. The cities markets were crowded as usual and she was hiding from THEM. They wanted her; she was expected at the castle, to introduce herself to HIM. She was scared that he would take her freedom. She was a princess after all. Her light blonde hair swished around her face as she made a quick yet quite escape.

The man that was after her wasn't just any man. He was the future King to Merctopia. The crowning prince. He was forcing her hand in to marriage. Her mother and father had wholeheartedly agreed to this ludicrous request, saying that it would help her country. Allintrost, a far away country to the East of Merctopia.

Saphira was the oldest of her sisters, there were 3 of them in total. All with a different coloured shade of hair, and mixed coloured eyes. But they weren't here right now. It was Saphira by herself, she had lost her guards on the way to the castle, and she never made it to the front gate.

Saphira was wild, she was an untamed princess, and she didn't want to be tied down by anyone, even by someone she has never met. But because he was a royal, she had guessed that he was a rich and spoiled man. Saphira was still only at a young age of 17, her sisters Esmeralda, 15, and Rubyella at the age of 12.

Saphira's mother and father, the King and Queen of Allintrost, had sent her to Merctopia to marry the prince; apparently this would do well for her own future, and the joining of the two countries.

Apparently the West countries Prince had also asked for Saphira's hand in marriage, but Merctopia's Prince had asked beforehand, so in other words...First in first served.

Saphira passed a lonely woman sitting in a stall. She was selling apples that were decaying, but the woman still thought they were well enough to sell. Saphira pulled her coin bag from her silver and white dress and pulled out a golden coin. "I will pay for three of these." The woman looked shaken up, probably from looking into Saphira's dangerous looking eyes. She nodded once, "Kind woman, may I ask for your age? I have a son whom I must marry off by the end of the season; he looks about your age." She picked three apples and handed them to Saphira. "I am 17, madam. But I am not looking for marriage just yet, thank you." She lifted the smallest apple up to her petite mouth, and licked one side of it.

One of the good things about being Royal was that they each had a gift. And not just any gift. They had elemental gifts.

Saphira watched as the apple lit up and slowly changed to a deep red colour. It looked freshly picked again. "But I shall offer this to you instead." She tossed the woman the apple, and licked another. "You...Your one of THEM. What is your elemental?" The woman whispered in a hushed tone. She grabbed Saphira's and pulled her behind the stall and into her house. "Please tell me all about it. I have never met one of you before. This is exciting." The woman had sat Saphira down on a small cushion that was positioned on the floor. Saphira looked around the room; it was small, but comfortable.

"If I tell you about it, will you take me in? I need a place to stay for a while?" She smiled sweetly. The woman nodded, "Anything for your adventures my dear. Please stay as long as you like. And maybe now you can get to know my son."

Saphira nodded. "I will stay until they stop looking for me. And I will meet your son. But first, how about I tell you what my elemental is?"

The old woman nodded delicately, as if she was afraid of the answer. She should be, Saphira thought to herself.

"Life and death. I have the elemental of Life and death." That is the main reason why Saphira could not fall in love and be tied down. She was scared of herself. Scared to lose control.