3 Beginning II

10 years has past since my parents died and in those torturing 10 years I could not remember how many lives I have taken, how many tears has fallen in the eyes of my victims families and how many clans and towns I have burned to the ground.

When will it stop?

My once crystal like blades was now dyed in red. There is not a day that my blades will not be stained by blood. The pudent smell of death always lingers around me.

My uncle made me to be the East's weapon. I was taught all of those trainings just so in the future I could be useful to them.I was made to kill and destroy all that opposes the East.

I kill without a question.

Through the years my existance as the 1st Princess of the East and Heir to the Throne was forgotten. No one remembers who I once was not even the palace servants that once served me since I was just a babe. I don't know if they really did forgets about me or they just ignores my existance but no matter the reason is, I don't really care. I was planning to escape this cage any way and soon it will happen.

*******

I have heard a news that the Lord of the West and its princes will come and visit the East. I don't know the reason behind it but this is the perfect opportunity for me to escape.

I have almost finished all the necessary things for my escape and the last thing thats left is my life amulet. I need to take it from the hands of my uncle and luckily tonight he was very busy entertaing the West.

Since my uncle has known the words of the great monk has foretold upon my birth he has seek an evil priestess to create an amulet that would holds the life of the persons who's blood has it drank to control me. Because of that amulet I could never disobey his command.

*****

Krings and kringles of crickets could be heard in the night.

Cold silent breeze would occasionally past by. I was on my way to the east wing of the palace( the place were the royal family resides) to take my amulet in my uncles chamber when suddenly a flash of silver has caught my sight. As I stop and look for that silver line I've seen a silloutte of a man standing at a trees branch staring at the night sky.

He wore a white cloth with a red hexagon pattern in its shoulder blades and red pants. His straight silver hair was gently carried by the night wind. *I wonder if it was soft as it looks*. His pale white skin glows every time the moon lights touches him and those cold golden eyes was so captivating.

* Wait! Golden Eyes!*

As I look back again, indeed those striking golden eyes is staring back at me.

* Sh*t! I was too careless I need to get out of here.*

I've to the direction Ive came from and ran as fast as I can to get out of that place. I really have messed up, great this time. I am pretty sure he is one of the two West Princes and if my uncle found out that I was in the palace I will be doomed.

1. * - thinking

2. " - speaking