Author's note: This was supposed to be the intro buuuut as I re-read and edited this one I realized I didn't really like it much. Also this now conflicts with the main plot (especially the powers), sooo more reason to scrap it I guess.

But anyway, still posted this because I had fun with it~

The gentle breeze was surprisingly cold as it whipped around a girl's standing silhouette, making the hood of her cloak fly off her head, revealing her short auburn hair. She was silent, her emerald gaze raking over the great chasm that lie between her and her former home.

There it stood, as magnificent as she had last seen it with its white walls that glistened as the barest amount of sunshine touched it and the many towers that pointed up the blue sky. Inside, as she knew, the floors were made of the best polished marble, stretching across over two hundred and fifty rooms. On the outside, however, flagstone guided the garden path as it weaved at the front, on the sides and at the back of the palace.

She could almost smell the fragrance of the flowers she and her family had planted themselves as the gentle breeze carried it to her senses. Giving in to the urge, she took a deep, silent breath and let it out with a soft sigh.

Her companion sat by her feet, his booted legs dangling over the deadly cliff. The wind played with his brown hair, swaying it to and fro and frustrating him as he repeatedly ran his hand through his thick mane in an attempt to straighten it. He let out a sigh of surrender and dropped his hand, opting to rest it on the hilt of the sword that lay on the grass beside him.

The corners of her lips lifted into a soft smile. He noticed her gaze and stared at her then. His lips curved in a smile of his own and his golden gaze lit with adoration.

Swinging his legs off the ledge and onto solid ground, he sprang back to his feet and extended a hand towards her. Still smiling, she slipped her hand into his, letting the warmth of his fingers wrap around hers.

Wordlessly, she gestured to the plummeting death that separated her from her throne.

He chuckled, understanding, and briefly released her hand to bring two fingers before his lips. Chanting, he closed his eyes and extended his fingers down to the soft soil. As the tips of his fingers touched the ground, a thunderous rumble resounded from the chasm bellow them.

Then, as if on command, pillar after pillar of earth and dust burst from the great rift. Up and up it went and her eyes, wide with awe, watched as it soon towered above them, nearly blocking out the rays of the sun and looming massive shadows that seemed to stretch for miles.

Her companion stretched a hand in front of him and slowly brought it down. The earth followed his movement, quivering and spraying clouds after clouds of dust as it struggled to obey his power. He stopped once his open palm leveled his chest. The pillars halted as well, and now they made a path from where she stood and straight to the palace across the chasm.

With a smirk, he turned to her and gestured to his creation.

"Show off," she muttered as she slipped her hand into his once again.

"Shall we, Princess?"

She nodded and lifted one arm above her head, palm opened wide and fingers stretched as much as she can. No chants left her lips for there was no need. Magic flowed through her entire being, slithering through her limbs as it gathered at her upturned palm. Invisible strings of magic wafted around her, dancing and swaying to the breeze as she gathered more and more into her hand.

Then she swung her arm forward, towards the white walls and high towers. There was no sound, no loud thunders nor quivering earthquakes that warned of her oncoming onslaught, but as soon as the waves of magic that only she could see struck the high walls, chaos erupted.

Windows splintered, glass flew everywhere and walls shook and crumbled as screams sliced the silent air. A huge explosion ensued, followed by another, and flames ate broken marble and licked up shattered ivory towers.

"Lead me to victory," she told her knight.

With a grin that spoke of no mercy, he unsheathed his sword and leapt across the vast chasm. Sparks of lightning danced and fizzed on his skin, spiking his hair and giving his eyes a crazed glint. Into the fray he leapt and ran, using the disturbance to his advantage, and on his wake he left a trail of fresh blood and broken limbs.

Now alone, the woman lifted her arms once more. But this time, she will not send another distraction. This time, she called for her comrades. Light exploded from her palms, painting the sky in different hues and colors as she released waves after waves of magic.

She heard a battle cry, followed by another, then another, and soon, over a thousand voices cried as one. Hooves thundered on the ground and swords clanged against shields as war scented the air.

She retracted her palms. Eyes hardening into a glare, she took one step, then another, to fight once more. Everything that was stolen from her, she will take back and more. There would be no mercy, no pleas that will reach her ears. Today, blood will spill and dye the marble floors red. Today, she will pike her enemies' heads as she reclaimed her title, her home and her future.

The woman leapt into action. She sprinted across the erected pillars as she drew her bow from her back. She casted a spell under her breath then felt wind lifting her feet off the ground, letting her glide across the terrain to better her aim.

Extracting an arrow from her quiver, she took aim and fired.