The sun was just peeking over the horizon, spreading its light across the rolling hills of Sazarin. Waking birds chirping, crickets singing their repetitive song just as the thick white fog grew, spreading it’s hazy fingers around the huts and homes of the villagers who were readying themselves for the day ahead of them.
This new day would bring much more than any of them knew. The King had called for the best Warriors across ALL lands and they were to come and gather, today. These warriors had a very special mission, a secret mission. And this secret, the King had kept from everyone. He had no choice, it was for the good of the Kingdom, of the Empire.
And now? This secret would no longer… be a secret.
The King stood slowly, stepping away from his bed. He placed his hands on the cold stone that lined the window. The sun had risen, he thought to himself. He inhaled deeply. With sunrise came the warriors and they brought a frightening sense of vulnerability.
Vulnerability? Oh, how he hated such a word. He had reigned over this Great Kingdom for a very long time, and he never once let himself fall to such a weak and pathetic state. Vulnerability, he again thought to himself. He did not like feeling this way but how could he stop it? How could he fix it? That’s the problem, he couldn’t.
What if they did not come? He asked himself. What worried him more was if they did. He would have to tell them. Yes, perhaps not everything. He would never tell them everything… but he’d have to tell them about her. Palpitations overcame his heart and he placed his hand to his chest. Vulnerability. Weakness. Fear.
He was reduced to this? Sazarin was once a great Kingdom, but many things have changed. When he came into power, there was chaos and all provinces were on the edge of War, but he pulled them back from that edge. He helped them, all of them. But through the many years of his reign, the disputes and family hatreds have become prominent, more apparent… worse. Many of the past treaties had been broken, even though some still held true.
He had called the best warriors of those Provinces. Hopefully, they’d be just enough.
He turned away from the window and continued out of his chambers. He must visit her. He must say goodbye.
Seraphina looked at herself in the mirror and sighed. She reached up, stringing her fingers through her pristine, white hair. She looked into her own ice blue eyes and breathed slowly. The dreams were growing worse. She woke up screaming this morning; frightening the servants trying to get to her. She had just stopped crying but her cheeks were still a little red.
Her fingers traced through her hair. It was, once, long and was now the shortest it had ever been, barely covering the lobes of her ears. They had even told her she must change the color to a putrid brown, but she refused. Never, she told them. Such an ugly color.
She sighed heavily and looked away from her eyes. It was a shocking change and her father ordered more. Why? Why was he doing this? She snapped her head around as her bedroom door opened.
She stood and walked towards him slowly. “Why have you ordered such changes? Is my appearance not to your liking? Is there something wrong, Father?” Her voice was soft, quiet.
He gently placed his hands on her shoulders. “Seraphina,” he whispered. “I know you do not enjoy these changes, but it must be done.” His fingers raked through her hair. “Plus,” he kissed her forehead. “You are still beautiful. There are still many changes that need to be --”
“I will not change the color of my hair, Father.” She said firmly.
He sighed, looking down into her eyes. “Alright, but all the others must be done. Understand?”
She nodded. “Yes, Father. Will you at least tell me why we are doing this?” She looked up into his eyes. She wondered if he noticed the redness… she wondered if he had heard her screaming?
He shook his head. “You will find out soon. I will not leave you in the dark forever.” He smiled. “Trust me, Seraphina. Everything will be alright. I must leave you now. I have many things to take care of.”
Seraphina obediently stepped away and bowed her head. “Yes, Father.” She turned and walked back to where the servants were waiting.
He watched her. He had heard her screaming, and as much as it frightened him, it made him wonder. Why was she having such nightmares? Why were they growing worse? He turned away. He hoped she would understand why he was doing this.
Edited by Infernal Hearts, 17 September 2010 - 11:45 PM.