Heeeereeee's the first chapter! I really hope you all enjoy it! I don't own anything in this fic except my OC, Shura! I really really hope you enjoy this!

The light has been shown to me,

It is blinding and strange.

Help nor worry me not,

For I can see its shining glory in which it bathes me.

Chapter One::

Shura was sitting back against the cold, hard stone wall of her cell. Harsh tight metal shackles bound her arms above her head and her ankles were bound with loose chains. It gave Shura chances to move about and at least stretch her legs when needed.

Shura glanced up, her ears picking up the sounds of screams and thunder. With the dungeon halls echoing the yells and stampeding steps of the guards, she knew something was off.

She wanted to get up and move, to stop a passing guard and ask what was going on, but she knew deep down that she mustn't. That she must stay hidden. It was for the greater good and although painful, Shura understood. With a soft sigh, she let her head fall against her arm, wincing internally as her small, frail looking body radiated pain at the sudden movement.

Shura was so unbelievably tired. It had been days since her last rest and she knew her nightly torture would come soon enough meaning she couldn't get the sleep she desperately wanted. Unwillingly, her eyes began to fall, her body going limp. Maybe she could get a few small minutes of rest. Would that be too much to ask?

As her eyes began to close, the door was slammed open. Shura blinked her wide eyes open and looked at the man that stood in the doorway. It wasn't the usual soldier nor was it her father. This man, he was tall and very large. His hair was a blackish blue that hung in his face and his eyes were a blazing bright blue. He did not wear the normal garb of a soldier. Then he must be a general, Shura supposed. How else would he know of this place? The man also carried a large spear, a glaive if she recalled correctly, that obviously no ordinary man could carry. It dawned on her who this was.

Son Hak, General of the Wind Clan.

Uncle Yu-hon told me about him when he came to visit. He was always so kind to me. Much kinder than father was. Though, I never did understand why. She thought. And as Shura stared at this man, he stared right back at her.

"P-princess...?" He asked, his deep voice radiating a burning rage.

Slowly, Shura stood. Her face a blank mask and her eyes meeting his. "I am not Yona."

Son Hak stared at her for a moment longer before nodding and looking Shura over carefully. He could see an uncanny resemblance between her and Yona. With a growl, Hak stomped forward. Shura watched him with keen, worn, violet eyes.

As he stomped forward, she was surprised to see the intention of freedom written upon his face. He grabbed the old iron keys that hung from a rusted hook in the corner and stomped over to her, reaching up for one of her arms. She jerked away from him. "No. You mustn't set me free. It is best I remain here!" Son Hak paid her no mind as he released her shackles. The heavy metal that bound her fell against the hard floor with a loud clang, a pure sound of finality and freedom.

"C'mon!" Hak snapped, grabbing her arm and proceeding to pull her forwards and outside her cell.

I haven't even had hold of her for five seconds and I already know something's wrong! Hak thought as both the girl and he rushed outside. From where he had grabbed her, Hak could tell that it was broken, but she made no signs of being in pain. No whimpers or whines. Not even a cry or wince. It almost made Hak believe he was wrong in his assumptions about her. Almost.

Her arm was broken in several places and from the places of both seemingly fresh and dried blood on her ratty dress only proved his fleeting thoughts; She has been tortured. Repeatedly.

I don't understand, Hak thought as he glanced over his shoulder at her. Her face was blank and her eyes were dead. Her dress was ripped and torn to the point that Hak could see the ugly bruises and seeping wounds that peppered her legs and parts of her body. Any grown soldier would be wincing in pain or begging to stop, but not her. No. She moved without a wince. Without a flicker of recognition of pain in her violet eyes and he didn't understand how she could do it.

"SU-WON!" A shrill scream echoed through the clear night.

Hak jerked and glared in the direction of the sparring grounds at the center of the Palace. It was used for guards' training and as a viewing area for anyone who wanted to watch. Hak snarled and grabbed the girl, picking her up and running. Dammit! Princess had better not be dead! He shouted in his head.

As he ran, he saw the guards in a circle and all of them were holding their weapons against Princess Yona's delicate throat. Hak's grip tightened on his spear and he looked up to see Su-Won staring down at the princess with emotionless eyes. As a guard swung his sword to kill Yona, Hak found that the girl he had in his arms was suddenly gone. She was standing over Yona, the sword protruding from her left shoulder and blood dripping down her arm and onto Yona's face.

"Crap! What is she doing out of her cell!" One of the guards shouted.

"I-its...it's her! Princess Shura! The monster!" Another screamed and dropped his weapon, cowering back in fear. Hak was surprised. There was another princess? That doesn't matter right now, he thought. I have to protect them!

Hak lunged into the circle and swung his glaive, killing and forcing the bodies of the guards back several feet. As he turned to face the man responsible for all of this chaos he glared in pure, unadulterated rage. "How could you Su-Won? You've destroyed the woman who's only ever loved you." He said. His teal eyes flickered for a moment and a shadow of regret replaced the cold of his mask before it was suddenly gone.

"Kill them." He snapped.

Hak tensed, ready and waiting. More guards came rushing at him but they suddenly stopped, completely frozen in their tracks. Hak glanced over his shoulder and gawked at what he saw.

Shura stood at her full height, her once pained violet eyes ablaze with an unparalleled fury. Her hair seemed brighter than it should have been, billowing around her and shining bright like a burning flame. "You will not harm my sister. Nor Son Hak." She said, her voice laced with power.

Hak turned to see the guards run away and Su-Won get an angry look on his face. "Princess Shura, I would think you to be dead." His eyes scanned her body and he smiled. "Surely you can't hold to your threat with those wounds of yours. How fitting. The abandoned daughter shall fall first."

Su-Won grabbed his sword, moving his body into a fighting stance. Hak studied him and the others around him for a moment before he growled and turned, grabbing the princess's and hauling them away, running as fast as he could away from the palace.

Shura pulled Hak to stop when she was sure they were far enough away from the palace. By the looks of them, she thought as both Hak and Yona sat beneath a large tree, they need the rest. "We can camp here for the night." She told him, looking between him and Yona. Both were staring at me with surprise and suspicion.

"Y-you're... you're my little sister?" Whispered Yona, looking at Shura with pained, sorrow filled eyes. Shura nodded. "Father... he told everyone you were taken from us..." She shook her head.

"No. I was born with strange abilities that are dangerous to everyone. Father locked me away in the cells below the palace and there I have stayed." Shura sighed softly. "I should be going. It is a danger for me to stay here. Goodbye, my sister..." It was nice finally seeing you again and knowing how much you grew to look like mother.

Shura turned to walk away, not at all expecting Yona to suddenly grab her arm and press her tear filled face into the back of Shura's torn dress. "Don't go! You're the only family I have left! Don't leave me all alone!" Yona sobbed, wrapping her arms around her waist.

"If you don't wish me too...I suppose I cannot." Shura whispered, moving away and turning around to give Yona a hug. "I will stay and make sure that I am no danger to you." As she spoke Yona's body became limp and her breathing steadied out. Shura gently guided her over to a tree and let her slump down against it to rest.

As she stood there and watched Yona, Hak suddenly got up and grabbed her uninjured arm. "Come on, let's get you patched up." He said and sat her down on a large, unearthed tree root.

"You do not have to be nice to me, Son Hak. I am fine. I feel no pain." That was a lie. Shura could feel pain just like him or Yona could; however, she could just ignore it and show no emotion.

"You're a princess just like Yona," Hak said, grabbing a straight tree limb and pressing it against her broken arm, "so it is my sworn duty to protect you both."

"I have no place going by the title of princess. And you have no need of protecting me. If I have a sword in my hands, I will be fine." Hak seemed surprised by her words, though Shura couldn't blame him.

Whenever Uncle Yu-hon had come to visit, along with Grandpa Mun-deok, they would always command that they be left alone with no interruptions. Those were the few times when Shura was free to move about in her cell and Yu-hon and Mun-deok would teach her to fight and use a sword.

"Really? I wouldn't think you had training." Hak said and he glanced up at her with a mischievous grin. Shura blinked and her breath hitched at the sight of his smile. It was strange. The only people to ever smile at her were Uncle Yu-hon and Mun-deok. He was one of the only people not afraid of her.

"Uncle Yu-hon taught me." Shura whispered and pulled herself away from Hak. In his surprise, he let her slip through his grasp and watched her stand. "Sleep, I will watch. I do not sleep much, so I will be fine." She turned her violet gaze on him and Hak found himself nodding, willing to do what she told him too.

Shura watched him fall asleep and with a sigh she patrolled the small area. There was no danger near. With a quick glance back at them, Shura climbed up a nearby tree and grabbed some of its larger leaves. She sat down and began to weave a large bowl from them. It was a skill Mun-deok had taught her at his own insistence, much to Shura's chagrin. He said it would be valuable if she ever escaped from her cell.

Slowly, Shura made her way towards a river she heard trickling nearby. She bent down and scooped the bowl full of water. She paused for a moment and stared down into the river at her reflection as the moon illuminated the wood around her.

Her hair was long and unruly, much like Yona's was. It hung in her face in loose, wavy strands. Her face along with the skin shown by her torn dress was covered in bruises, both old and new wounds, and old scars alike. She was no near as beautiful as Yona was. And for an odd reason, that didn't bother her.

A flicker in the river pulled her from her thoughts and her hand shot out, grabbing it. Shura blinked with she pulled out a slimy, floppy thing. What is this? She wondered. She saw the scales on it and she thought back to the few things Mun-deok had told her about animals. If she recalled right, it was a fish. Shrugging, Shura put it in the bowl and reached into the river, fishing for more.

Hak was woken a little while later by the sounds of branches cracking. He stood quickly, grabbing his glaive and tensing, ready for a fight. He was surprised to see Shura coming back with a large leaf bowl, filled with water. He stared at her for a moment before he sighed and let his weapon lean against the tree.

"You shouldn't be lifting anything with that arm of yours." He grumbled. Shura looked at him, her eyes shining and the moon light dancing off her hair and pale, almost white skin.

"I am fine." She said softly and sat down, placing the bowl beside her. There were small twigs and dried plants gathered in a pile and it looked like she was going to attempt to start a fire. He glanced down at the bowl, staring in utter surprise yet again. In the bowl were several fish flopping about and trying to find more room to swim.

"Where-" Hak started to ask but paused and stared at the now lit fire. He glanced at her and found her staring back at him with a feigned look of innocence. He looked around quickly and scowled. How did she light the fire without any flint stone? I heard nothing. Odd. "Uhm, where did you get the fish?"

"There is a river nearby. And those are really what they are called? They are fish?" Hak gaped at the woman. She really didn't know what fish were.

"Uhm, yes, they are." He said, longing to ask her about her life. Just how long she had been locked up in that cell. He knew better than to ask. Though he also knew that Yona would be asking enough questions for the both of them when she woke.

"You know how to cook?" She asked and Hak scoffed, nodding.

"Yes, of course I do." He snapped, feeling a bit insulted. Of course he could cook! With an angry sigh he glared down at the bowl, feeling like his pride had been wounded. "Rest," he finally said to her, "I've had enough sleep. You look about dead on your feet."

"I have no need to rely on you, Hak. You have enough on your hands as it is." Shura glanced over and Hak followed her gaze to Yona who was sleeping soundly against the tree. "She needs you more than I."

"That's not true," Hak whispered softly, leaning in close to Shura's face and staring into her eyes intently. "You need me just as much as Yona does. You both can rely on me." Shura blinked innocently at him again and tilted her head in confusion.

"That is not true. I am nothing but a tool, a danger. Should I rely on you or Yona, your destruction would hold true." Shura turned away, standing. "I am going to bathe." Shura disappeared from sight and Hak grunted, cooking the fish and reaching over to nudge Yona awake.

"Mm, H-Hak?" Yona whimpered softly, her eyes slowly opening. Once the fogginess cleared from her mind, she gasped and looked around wildly. "Hak where is she! Where is Shura!" Yona cried, looking panicked.

"Calm down Princess, she's just bathing in the river." He said in his normally bored tone. Without thinking, Yona rushed to where Shura had disappeared. Hak growled, annoyed at her behavior. He sighed and got up to follow after her, grabbing a cooked fish as he did.

When he got there, he heard their voices and decided to eavesdrop a little.

"Why did father lie about you Shura? He told both mother and I that you were taken from him on a walk one day." Yona spoke.

"I am a monster, sister." Hak couldn't help but stop breathing as Shura spoke, the emptiness that peppered her tone broke his heart. "I have odd abilities and father locked me away for them. I am a danger to Kohka Kingdom. He did not want you nor mother to be frightened of me, or so, that is what he told me." Hak felt his grip on his glaive tighten. How could King Il be so harsh? How could he be so unkind to his own daughter?

"But father would ne-"

"Enough!" Shura snapped and he heard the water swish as she whirled, most likely to face away from her. "You know not of Father or what he's done. He may have been gentle and kind to you and mother, but he was never that way to me. But I forgave him long ago for what has been done."

"I just have one more question." Yona started.

"Yes?"

"Was it father who ordered the guards to beat you?