Powers Awakened

"And that is what happened Father," Nida explained, "Reina is looking for her missing sister, and I would like to ask if I can go with her. You know I'm a good mage, and besides, she could use an extra eye on the road. Just in case there's some monsters waiting to ambush her."

"Are you sure this is what you want Son? You are old enough to make your own decisions, and as the future king you should see what lies beyond our borders. But this journey might be a dangerous one. So you must be absolutely sure that you want to go along," King Wyndia told his son.

Reina had to admire the king. He was aged, to say the least, his blond hair going gray. She had met kings before, and not many of them seemed to be this open with their children, always wanting to hold onto them, never letting them make any decisions for themselves.

His wife seemed a little nervous about letting Nida go, though. She asked the boy, "Son, please reconsider. I don't want to see my only child hurt on some crazy journey with no way home again."

Nida rolled his eyes. "Mom, I can take care of myself. Besides, if something happens, Reina can protect me. You should see her fight, it's really amazing. She took out thirty men in a matter of seconds. Those same men killed all of the guards that you sent to retrieve me after I was kidnapped."

"Marian," the king said, "I think this experience will be good for Nida. After all, I myself left Wyndia on a journey to see the lands around us when I was his age. It helps, when you are a king, to know the geography of the world, in case you have to go to war or protect yourself from invaders."

"Thanks Pop, you're the best! Well, I've got to get going. Reina and I are going to have to search many places for her sister. See you when I get back to Wyndia!" Nida exclaimed.

He ran out. Reina nodded to the king, and then followed her friend. Both of the monarchs of Wyndia watched her go, wondering where young people got that much energy from.

Queen Marian suddenly thought of something. She called out to her son, "Wait! Nida! You forgot your sweater!" Everyone in the throne room sweatdropped at her comment.

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Nida sighed. "It's great to be out of that palace now. I've always wanted to see the world around me. People say that royalty must have it great, living in those big palaces, eating all that fancy food, and having servants to do all of their choirs. But, in reality, it's like a big prison that you can't escape from."

"I guess you're right," Reina replied, "Although I've never wanted to live in a palace. The little cave that I shared with my family was all the home I ever needed. Until someone set fire to the house inside of the cave, then the only thing that you could smell was smoke and ash. My sister didn't want to stay there any more. She said it only brought back too many memories."

They had stopped to make camp for the night. Nida had gathered the wood for the fire, while Reina began preparing dinner. After all this time on the road, she knew just how to cook a great meal from whatever herbs she found in the area. She would then add whatever meat she could find at the store in the nearest town. These abilities assured that she would never go hungry.

"It must be harsh, to be on your own when you're only five. There's only so much a kid can do on his or her own. How old was your big sister when it happened?" inquired Nida.

Reina answered, "She was ten. And she was thirteen when we were separated. Now, she'll be twenty-three. I just hope she hasn't gotten herself in some kind of trouble, she was always pretty reckless when we were kids. Mom and Dad were forever yelling at her for something or other."

Nida looked at her. There was so much that she'd been through for one so young. But there was no doubt that Reina could take care of herself, the battle the other day had proved it. He'd never seen the guards in the palace fight that good, but they were all Winged Clansmen. None of them were from the more war like clans who could do major damage with a weapon alone. Come to think of it, what clan was Reina even from? He'd never seen a person with the wings of a Dragon before. Nor had he read about such a clan in books. Was hers forgotten in the sands of time or something?

But the questions could wait until the next day. Nida found that he was pretty tired. So after saying goodnight to Reina, he went into the tent, zipped up his sleeping bag, and went to sleep.

* * *

Nida was awakened by a loud noise. At first he thought it might be a thunderstorm, but after listening closer, he realized that it was the sounds of a battle happening close by. When he ran outside, he saw Reina fighting off a group of monsters on her own. Although they were much more powerful than the brigands, she seemed to be holding her own. That was, until one got behind her for an ambush while she was dealing with its allies. Reina fell to the ground, and stayed there.

Nida ran outside to face the demons. "Leave her be you bullies. Gust."

But the spell did little except to annoy the demons. They turned to Nida, ready for the kill. But suddenly, a strange energy emitted from where Reina had fallen. All of the demons were instantly vaporized. When the prince looked to see what had happened, he was unable to see his friend. Instead, there was a little green Dragon pup standing there in her stead.

Nida walked forward for a closer look. The Dragon let out a screech, and was surrounded by a glowing light. When the light cleared, Reina stood there looking confused.

"What just happened in that battle?" she wondered, "How did I destroy all of those enemies, with only one breath? Come to think of it, how can I attack with my breath? Who, or what, am I exactly?"

"I don't have the answer to that. Wondering who you are is quite normal though. Don't worry Reina, no matter who you turn out to be, I'll always be your friend," Nida told her.

Reina replied, "I know Nida. I'm just scared. My parents never told me about this."

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Well, here's how her powers are discovered. Poor Reina...Ok, I'll go play Wild ARMs 3 now. Gotta take out my frustrations over ideas on something, and I abhor violence against other living beings.