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HELLO READERS! I know, I know... I have many other stories I'm working on, but I will get to them! Hey, its Ichihime... You can never get enough ;) Anyways, so a new story! This one (hopefully) (most likely) is different from my other stories, I'm trying to 'expand' my thoughts and put these wonderful characters in different shoes and situations. I'm trying (attempting) to be unique so hopefully this is a little different from all the other fics out there, if not please please tell me! I'm still forming the plot and everything and I really want all my stories to have there special individualities. Back to the story!
So yes AU/ and the characters I'm trying to keep in canon personalities, if they seem OOC please tell me. But also, they are put into certain situations where they seem OOC but wouldn't be otherwise. It's kind of how I would impersonate them if I ever see said characters in a situation where they had to walk out of there box/comfort zone.
CHP 1
The Beginning
It was a silent yet ominous night, the inky black sky lit up by shiny dazzling stars. There was a slight breeze ruffling the leaves on individual trees scattered upon the land, dampness in the air from rain the night before. The whistling leaves sung a melodious tune of their own, echoing into the night. On a tall hill, right under the luminous moon stood a magnificent castle, the men and woman inside peacefully asleep. In the darkness, empty of living people, the shadows were dancing.
In one portion of the castle was a large room, a beautiful madden sleeping tranquilly on a silk bed. Her snow-white skin was illuminated by the moon shining through the single castle window right above her bed, auburn hair scattered about. Feeling an unknown presence near her, her long lashes fluttered open. She heard a murmur followed by whispers, unseen shadows swiftly moving through out the corners of her room. A warning she noticed, immediately tensing.
"Who is there?" She whispered lifting herself up, hands fisted in the silk covers, eyes still slightly droopy.
"Who is there?" She repeated with a stronger voice, eyes now glinting dangerously.
Feeling a hand grasp her arm, she gasped.
"Princess, we must vacate the castle, now," a hoarse voice whispered into her ear pulling the princess to her feet.
Lifting her silvery gaze up, the young girl saw her elder house keeper.
"Aya, what's happening?" The auburn haired beauty swiftly moved out of her bed sheets, her sleeveless white nightdress scraping over the marble ground.
"You must go, now," Aya's wrinkled face warned, eyebrows creasing together, words dripping with fear of the unknown.
"What of my parents and brother? Aya-," The grip on her arm tightened.
"Princess, you must leave!" A sharp breeze wafted into the room, swarming around Aya. The princess took a deep shaky breathe and nodded.
"Yes," the young princess gasped. Going through an unknown passage behind the stone walls, Aya handed the princess a black cloak.
"Cover yourself, pull the hood. We are under attack, you must escape. Flee far away, do not look back once, trust no one. We will find you once everything's under control." The elderly woman warned, quickening her pace and not looking back once.
"U-Understood," the princess choked out, worry rushing through her veins.
Aya stopped halfway through the secret passage way, "Do you know the rest of the way?" She asked gently turning to the princess holding out her hand.
"Yes."
"We're being followed; I will try to stop them. Please, RUN," Aya screeched as a cobalt blue arrow flew through her chest. The auburn haired girls mind went numb, but her feet followed Aya's command. Sprinting away, she felt the presence of a group of powerful beings all on her tail. Throwing the large black cloak on, the end draped over the rocky ground, the sleeves going inches past her slim fingers. With no shoes on, her soft feet paddled across the prickly ground. Increasing her pace, she whispered a few words and flicked her fingers. Behind her, the walls began to crumble and fall apart. Continuing her way down the passage, she took a sharp turn. Approaching a locked brick door, she stopped.
With a flick of her fingers, the locks broke and the door flung open.
Not looking behind her, she ran out of the castle and into the woods, over branches and rocks. Closing her eyes, she didn't stop. Attempting to feel everything around her, she didn't sense any presence following her let alone near her. Her feet roamed about the damp rocky ground, cut up and bruised, the pain didn't even occur to her. With the cloak covering her entire body, her face was barely visible. Adrenaline soaring through her, she wasn't planning on stopping, but the presence only feet before her forced her to.
Stopping in her steps, the unknown being began to talk. The princess noticed the creature also had a ripped cloak on similar to hers and was visibly much larger than her. As it took a step forward, the moonlight directly on its form, she noticed on the sides of its head poked out two pointy white objects she could compare to antlers. The large sword pointing at her soaked in blood did not go unnoticed.
Blood.
The blood of her people.
The princess became even more angered.
"Who are you?" It asked in a deformed voice.
She didn't respond.
"SPEAK," the creature roared at her, the fury of his words hitting her like a bucket of cold water.
"My actions are none of your concern, savage," she spit at him, anger clear in her tone.
Although it was dark, she did not miss the smirk he flashed at her.
"Savage, you say? I'm sorry but you are mistaken wench," a deep husky chuckle reverberated out of his throat. The fragile princess felt a chill run down her spine.
"You did not give me a name, I'm assuming you are the enemy," he smiled wickedly.
"I am not allowing you to walk any further," the princess threatened, going into a defensive stance.
"I'd like to see that," the creature smirked, his form disappearing into thin air.
Grey eyes widened a fraction before she spoke her words and twiddled her fingers, actions unable to be seen under her cloak. As the creature appeared above her, sword flinging down, a gust of wind circled around the auburn haired female.
While the sword was inches away form meeting with her flawless skin, a thin golden shield of light stopped the weapon in its tracks. The sword was unable to break it.
The shock of the creature was lucid, his form disappearing and reappearing where he once was.
He underestimated her.
"A witch?" The smirk on its face grew. "And with no ordinary powers I see, normally your kind only forms potions, medicine of the sorts… Meaning your either using forbidden skills, which punishment leads to death… or your royalty." It stated nonchalantly.
The princess was surprised once more. He knows.
She didn't respond, answering the creature's questions.
"Please don't hold back on me then witch, for I too will do the same," the creature said before attacking once more.
Fast, the creatures fast, the princess thought.
Quoting the words passed down from her ancestors, the golden light covered her, defecting all blows. With a few words, the light shot out, cutting everything in its path. The leaves and trees deteriorated, shredded into pieces along the dirt floor. But the creature was smarter then that, for he dodged the attack once more.
The girl with burnt auburn hair hidden under the cloak stayed in place, she refused to run. This creature murdered her people in cold blood. She would help them, avenge them, and stop anything from further terrorizing them and causing panic.
After battling off for a while, both creatures were equally matched. The taller figure had very few cuts, but the princess was having trouble concentrating. The constant use of her powers and the forces of nature around her was not meant to be used for long periods of times, her panting proof of that. As the sword came towards her once more, she froze.
This is it.
Her body quoted, but her mind refused. With the new skill she attempted to master, she put it to use.
As the creatures sword flew towards her, accompanied by a ball of red fire directly from its horns, the princess chanted, not using movement but mind.
A gush of leaves and wind surrounded her, putting the fire out and stopping the creature in its steps. She continued her chants, practically controlling the creature's body.
"Drop your sword," she panted out, struggling.
The pointy silver object fell to the floor with a thunderous clang.
"Take a step back," she wheezed, a bead of sweat trickling down her sweet heart shaped face.
It followed her command.
The princess was on the brick of falling, but she refused. I will stay strong for my people. As she continued the new chants she was forced to learn, her curiosity was picked. Her teacher, her great-grandmother, taught her everything she knew. But she never told her what the sayings meant or was used for; what they did. She only said they were necessary to learn for she would need them for protection one day. The following actions of the creature sprawled amongst the floor backed up the theory.
The beast began to roar in terror, screams of agony and pain, wails of torture broke through the silence of the forest. A trickle of blood began to pour from under the thick ripped up cloth. The princess rattled a shaky breathe. I don't think I can continue this… I-I'm hurting the creature; I'm causing it immense pain. But it hurt my people. Then the princess remembered, I'm not this.
She stopped immediately.
She was not a murderer.
She was not a killer.
She was a protector and she did her job, she stopped him.
She stopped it; she doesn't have to continue to torture the creature.
As the chants stopped, a burst of wind erupted lifting the cloak off the young princess's head. Her burnt auburn hair with shades of gold was finally freed and flowed down her back. Taking a deep breathe as if her head just emerged from water, the princess fell to her knees, a trickle of blood dripped from her nose forming a puddle onto the dirt ground.
Her throat was clogged, like a knot was stuck inside of it or a large ball. Her body began to shake uncontrollably, her heart clenched. She caused another being, a living being pain with her powers.
She was given a gift, her powers, to protect.
But she did the opposite of that.
She caused pain.
The princess was not a monster, she was not a wrong doer, she was not a bad which.
Her brother did not raise her to do evil.
While her vision became blurry, salty tears began to slowly cascade down her flawless skin.
Panting, her arms no longer could support the weight of her body; she had no more energy left.
Mother, father, brother… Please, please be safe!
Attempting to lift her head, the princess slowly lifted her body off the ground. After falling down on the hard damp ground, multiple times, she managed to sit on her knees.
She still has to get away.
In the darkness, the silhouette of the creature's body was lying on the ground. Except the hooves were gone. The form was also slightly-slightly smaller.
Bringing her hand up to her nose, the blood was still gushing. This is not good. Whispering a few words she moved her hand over her nose.
Nothing happened.
Her magic was not healing herself.
The princess pouted.
Bringing her attention back to the creature on the ground, she crawled closer to him. In the beginning, she couldn't tell what it was, but now she noticed.
The creature's a shape shifter.
Approaching its form, she noticed he hadn't stopped bleeding. Except the shape-shifters case was much, much worse. If not attended to within the next few minutes, it would die. Taking another rattling breathe, the princess rolled up the sleeves on her black cloak and began to chant with all her remaining energy, vision blurred.
I refuse to become a murderer; I will not stoop to the likes of this kind. She thought with disgust.
But she did, she did stoop to the like of his kind.
Evading the thought, for now, she continued on healing him.
Except her powers were working, I guess I'm just prone to them. She sighed.
Her panting became deeper, her body felt like jello. The blood escaping her body became darker, almost black. This is not a good sign. She thought, but she noticed the blood from the shape-shifter had stopped.
At least I did something right today. She smiled.
With one last glance at the life she saved, the princess blacked out.
Her form fell hard onto the bloody ground.
Mythical creatures, man I love them. There just soo interesting.
So can you guess who the macho guy with the horn antlers were?
So what are your thoughts on this story so far? I would love to know!
What are your favorite mythical creatures, any you would like me to add in future chapters?
I'm also adding many new characters, what do you think they should be represented as mythical creature wise?
(Thank you for giving it a chance ;))
until next time,]
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