Out of the dust scrambled a girl, her hair the color of the burnt wood that was strewn everywhere. Her big pleading blue eyes were full of hatred and undying pain. She was an orphan once again with no one to run to and no place to call home. The rebels had cheated her from a life once more , it seemed all they wanted was her to hurt as they did. But why? She had done nothing to them…yet. She knew she could hide no longer, it was time to face the facts, her heritage kept catching up with her. She couldn’t take it anymore she was the final queen in the empire’s dying bloodline. Everything was up to her, the empires order, the continuation of her bloodline and restoring the dying belief in the magics. The rebels end was near if only she knew how to make the nobles believe her.
The road was long, too long for any refined lady no matter how old. Normally they would have stopped in various places but it wasn’t safe anymore, the law in Sorin had all but diminished and no family not even the nobles had enough money for guards to travel with their daughters. To a girl of fifteen summers on her way to an endless marriage the breaks would have been nice. She was in no hurry to marry a man, a prince at that when she had never seen him.
“ Milady…Milady Elizabeta please try and stay with me or I’ll have to take a switch to ya’s .”
Elizabeta turned to gaze upon her old nurse maid, the old hag may have looked weak but by the gods she wasn’t.
“Yes mistress,” she whispered.
Slowly she took up her book and began reading the tiny handwriting of those thousands of years ago. It was amazing to her, the stories of the old ones, of magic and those that had danced with them when they still lived. The magic that ran through the pages was what she wished to learn, what she yearned to learn but her mother said it wasn’t fit for a young girl to learn- a young bride to be.
