Chapter 2: The Captured Princess
Elysianne was in the brink of despair.
Everywhere she looked there was only destruction and hopelessness.
Her father was in her arms, gasping for air. He was at his last breaths, blood gushing from the hollows of his stomach where something struck him before Elysianne could come to his aid.
She had been outside as she slashed at their invaders with her sword, killing everyone that tried to get on her way.
By the time she had entered the throne room, the King Alaric was sprawled on the floor, soaking in his own blood. Dozens of dead men and women scattered like they were nothing but trash.
"Bleurghhh!" the king sputtered dark blood that clearly meant that his body wasn’t taking oxygen anymore.
The princess saw the panic that the man hid behind his eyes, and Elysianne’s grip on him tightened. He was trying so hard not to pass out just yet before he could say his last words to his daughter.
"I shouldn’t have done what I did, father. My powers are uncontrollable..."
"Shhh... Elys, darling..." her father reached out his old hands to cup her tiny face. "Do not fret... everything will be alright. You are strong... like your mother."
"Father, mother is dead. They took her by the neck and hanged her by the castle gates. Our kingdom has fallen father, what is there to be alright?"
Elys’ voice cracked and she felt an overwhelming clump of sadness get stuck on her throat. But as heartbreaking as their predicament is, her tears never poured down.