Soul-Seed

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, although to Lilian it was all the same. Time had lost all meaning for her ever since her fate changed that day. 

"And that is what your soul-seed does," a voice entered Lilian's ears, but her lifeless gaze was staring elsewhere. She was in a ornately decorated room, sitting on a chair near a window. The window overlooked the valley she had seen all her life. 

It had been a valley of beauty and excitement before, but she could no longer see it the same anymore. The mountains surrounding her were now like prison walls, reminding her of her inescapable fate. 

Sunlight crashed through the window and onto her, bathing her in an ethereal glow, making her look like an angel, and conflicting greatly with her outward demeanor. 

"Princess Lilian," the same voice said loudly, causing Lilian to gaze at her with indifference. She looked at the woman before her, who was part of the Astral Empire.