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Prologue

What can a mere princess do to save her kingdom?

A white flag stood by the base. A white flag meant defeat, an embarrassment, a fault. Soldiers laid by the ground maybe because of exhaustion, wounds or maybe death.

"M-mommy? D-daddy?" a little girl, holding a rag doll, cried, trying to find her parents and walked slowly around their town that served as the battle ground of the war. War was constant in the region. The kingdom was in chaos. The monarchy crumbled to dust. The queen's location was unknown.

"ALL UNITS. PROCEED TO THE TOWN. FIND THE BEAST AND DO NOT STOP UNTIL YOU FIND IT," she said, having the face of tiredness, exposing the exhaustion oozing from her aura, basing on the time made for this war.

"YES MAM!"

The woman, wearing white cloth, glowing and floating in mid air, shouted at the soldiers. The soldiers obeyed without hesitation. The perks of having a disciplined country.

The girl had hope. She thought that they can find her lost parents. Hope to have her parents by her side again.

"P-please. Please help find my parents!"she shouted. Her voice was faltering because of crying.

The soldiers ran to her, so she ran towards them. To ask for help,To ask for assistance, To try and persuade them.

"Help! Help me please!" she exclaimed. Her voice was regaining sound, but it was not enough.

The soldiers ran past her. She stopped so they wont collide and create impact that may cause her to fly.

The soldiers created a stampede. She was about to escape when her rag doll fell. She looked back at it. She can't lose the doll. It had a sentimental value.

She was about to pick it up when a soldier accidentally kicked her. She felt a pang of pain on her abdomen. Time began to slow down. She was about to fall when the lady in white caught her hand.

"Her eyes glowed upon touching me. Atleast, that's what I remember about her."

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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and events are fictitious, unless otherwise stated. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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