4 III: Starting point
III : Starting point
"My lady!" I opened my eyes, A very worried Wendy came to my view "My lady we have to go now!"
"What's happening--" before I could finish asking the ceiling of my room fell to the floor beside me, soon dark black smoke entered my room and fire began covering my walls, my eyes widened in fright at the sight.
"Quickly my lady!" She began pulling at me, leading me to the balcony
"W-what are you doing?" She pulled my beds blanket that was yet to get caught in fire, tie it on the balcony and dangled it over
"My lady, I apologize for this but you must climb down!" She ushered me to climb down, different emotions flooded me but I could only think of a silent prayer as I slowly descended on the blanket
"Over here! Move!"
Distant screams were getting louder and louder as they approached my room, as soon as I reached the bottom I looked up to tell her to follow but she had her back at me with a small knife in hand
"Where is the daughter of that old fool?!" My eyes widened as I saw wendy look down at me a little with a determined look
"Go to hell!" She yelled back at the person in my room and charged at them, I couldn't see no more, but I heard, I heard her, Her scream of agony followed by a loud bang.
I quickly covered my mouth and dropped to the floor, I've only met Wendy, my new father, but they've already been taken away from me before I could even enjoy the word 'Family', and knowing that, wendy, someone that was just alive minutes ago died protecting me. I didn't know why she would rather sacrifice herself than save herself. It was something, I would've never thought someone in this world would do for me.
"Damned bitch." I looked up at the balcony after hearing a man cuss "The king wouldn't like this, we let the rebel's heir go. Report back to his highness, Fransisco is gone, only his daughter left."
For a moment, I stood frozen processing the shocking news from the mouths of the murderers, Shock filled my eyes as tears began filling them up, I just met him, and just considered him as my new father... why does the world have to be so cruel? Am I really not worthy to have a family? 2 lives, no family.
No, it isn't the world that's cruel, it's them, the people, the people are the problem... but now isn't the time to mourn, although I couldn't save her, I wouldn't waste the opportunity she gave me. a life was sacrificed to save mine, therefor I wouldn't waste their sacrifice for nothing.
I wiped the tears in my eyes and began sprinting into the woods, with my bare feet hitting rocks and twigs, I didn't care, more so I didn't feel anything, All I felt was numbness
As I run away from, my new home, my now, covered in fire and blood home, the mans words kept repeating again and again in my mind,
"The king wouldn't like this, we let the rebel's heir go. Report back to his highness, Fransisco is gone, only his daughter left."
"The king wouldn't.."
"The king..."
"The king..."
"... will be dead." I made my promise, my vengeful and full of anger promise.
That I, the daughter of Fransisco Vascalge, will kill the king.
May the stars be my witnesses, the moon my guide and the silence and darkness be my reminder, That this goal has been set by blood.
