1 Before

I am one of the daughters of Sunden. I am High Princess Catarina Alteza de Ronza. Well at least that's who I used to be, I was about to make the worst mistake of my life.

What was I about to do? Well, I was about to enter the arena, for tournament one. Why was that a mistake? Well, according to my father: "High Princess do not join in fighting Tournaments for entertainment, even if said Princess can take down 100 warriors single-handily!" Yup. I was so dead.

-Cata. Do not do this. He will be livid at you and who ever lays a hand on you-

-It is fine, Remmy, and no one will even lay a hand on me. He will not know, well not until the end at least-

-Oh trust me he will know well before that, he always knows. You really think you can afford to disobey father again? That maybe this is too far?-

-He will forgive me, he always does-

-Perhaps.-

-CHILD. WHERE ARE YOU??-

"Now for our last fight of the night."

Sorry, Papa. Forgive me. I entered the arena.

"We have Alza of Flintwood and Amelia of Greensville!!"

-Alza? Really? Yeah he so won't know-

"The winner will head to Tournament two. The loser well, will head home in shame"

-STOP-

"Now before I have you pick up your swords I must go over the rules"

-CHILD YOU HAVE ONE CHANCE. WALK AWAY NOW-

"Make this quick but enjoyable. No death. Only swords, now you may pick up your swords"

-DO NOT PICK UP THAT SWORD. OR ELSE.-

I reached for the sword. I could feel him trying to hold me back. But he had to let me choose. If only he choose not to. If only he choose to stop me dead in my tracks. If only he choose to be my King not my father. I picked the sword up. I was filled with his anger, but he only allowed me to know it, not the whole pack.

"BEGIN!!"

She came charging at me. Our swords slammed into each other's. She was trying her best, but with every swing she made, I blocked her just as quick. I was teasing her. I was having my fun. I could easily end this in one move, before it even begun. But that's no fun. I was letting her back me up to the wall of the stadium. Letting her think she had me. Suddenly, I ran backwards up the wall flipped over her, she spun around, but I was too quick, I kicked her back into the wall. The crowd was cheering my name: "ALZA!! ALZA!!! ALZA!!" Oh this was fun. So much fun.....

-END THIS NOW!! YOU HAVE HAD YOUR FUN!!-

My head was pounding, from his voice in my head. Fathers, they ruin everything. Fine.

She pushed off the wall, charged at me. I switched my sword, from my right hand to my left, I blocked her sword with mine, I used my right hand to grab her arm that held her sword, twisted it, she dropped it, I kicked it away. Then, I spun to her back, slammed her into the ground, put my sword to her back; "YEILD!!" She turned her head, shock still riddled her face, but she nodded and held her hands up, signaling she yielded.

"AND OUR WINNER IS ALZA OF FLINTWOOD!!!"

The crowd cheered my name they were going crazy! But then they gasped staring towards the royal side of the arena. Then everything went silent.

I turned facing the Royal side. My father was walking down from Suden's side. Towards me.

His eyes golden with anger staring straight at me. His armor blindly bright (but not for his daughter), his red cape, with our golden royal crest flying in the wind. His staff slamming the ground as he walked. Every step was filled with anger, every step demanded silence, every step demanded me to stand where I stood.

Suddenly I had the worst feeling in the whole world, that maybe my brother was right. Maybe I had gone too far.

He stood a foot away from me. Saying nothing, his silence burning into me. All he did was slam his staff to the ground three quick times. Then with a bright light, we were standing in the throne room, with 10 guards in the room.

"LEAVE US NOW!!"

And then we were alone....