Prologue

Near a mysterious lair a shadowy figure stepped forward. Hesitant for a moment, she stepped inside.

-I see you are back my queen .... as I predicted.

A voice said in her head, a voice she recognized immediately.

-yes Oracle, and I came -

-Talk about the prophecy that hangs over your family.

She cut it

- I'm ready now ... Yes I'm ready to hear it. Tell me.

- the last time I told you that it was absolutely necessary for you and your good not to know it because not only, you were not ready but also that it was going to destroy you ... So I ask you the question again . Are you ready ?

-Yes. She thought.

-may be so then here it is...

"Princess she will remain for a time, beautiful and strong she is and will be, to be fair she will have to, almost forever alone she will feel. To reign she will make and behind her, the corpses of her enemies will follow one another. Without support and without family she will. will all be dead, they will be without any exception. She is the future and balance, hope and rebirth, protect her should you risk your life if necessary! She is the worthy heir of Azraïelle Fen Write the Great, and No enemies would measure up when her gifts were revealed to her, her anger would be worse than Fenrir's flames, and her heart as pure as Ariella the sweet's tears. "

- oh by Freya! She said with tears in her eyes. And this marked the beginning of a long and tragic story.