𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐂𝐘 ♚ aot | HIATUS

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐂𝐘

‧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* WARRIOR CHILD.

she, indeed, is one who ignites fire

enough to light the way

and to burn everything

attempting to stop her.

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𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞

XIANDRA KNIGHT is a young prodigy. She's the star student, the graceful noble, the beaut within Wall Sina. Then again, there was nothing less to be expected from a Knight. She is the last of her bloodline, after all. Her name was heard and spread from one wall to the other as soon as she was born to the day she was proclaimed as the lone survivor of her family's tragic incident.

However, the house of the Knights are not best known for their talent in ball dancing nor proper etiquette; but the reality of how their name brought goosebumps down people's spines, because they are feared for what they truly are: the ruthless swords of the crown.

Whenever the sun rose at its peak, Xiandra would be catered by dozens of helpers, tended with the utmost care and a silver spoon on her mouth. Yet whenever it sets, she is but a force to be reckoned with, hands that held blades perfectly, body that moved with the wind as if the shadow of death itself—for she only knows one thing: she was raised to be a lady, and trained to be a weapon.

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The evening was cold despite the flames that slowly engulfed the foundations of the sturdy manor. The once was a great and respected household is now but cemented walls that have begun to collapse, crumble, and burn.

"Xia, my love." The mother woes the crying babe huddled in between her arms as she cradles her daughter gently. There was blood smeared from her fingers to her face, and tears fell from the corner of her eyes to the fabric wrapped around the child. She was a strong woman, a great warrior, a respected noble. But as of the second, she was only her daughter's mother.

Pandora Knight has never feared anything her whole life, but as she looked at the scarred child that carried her own blood, another being that had a piece of her soul and skin—she could feel the fear crippling inside her chest as if pumping along the veins of the chambers of her heart.

She had ran as far as she could from her burning home, not minding the stones and pieces of broken cement and wood that prickled her bare feet, not even the ice cold wind that hit her face as she passed so quickly beyond the trees. She did not feel the pain, for with her child safe in her arms, she was willing to be wounded.

She had lost count of time, all she knew was that it had been hours past midnight and only seconds before she had to face what she's been running from. Her father had already faced his death, her brothers have burned to their own. She was yet to find her mother but it no longer pained her numb heart, even when her stubborn tears would not stop sliding down her cold face.

She placed her daughter down the cold floor right outside of the church, her hands shaking and mouth agape—all she wanted to do was scream in pain and beg the gods to never separate her from her own child, but there was no longer any use for prayers. "Your uncle Adam will keep you safe while i'm gone," She spoke softly. "He will protect you."

Pandora knew what she had to do, she was aware that there will be no end to her suffering as long as she is alive.

For as long as she knew the truth, she will always be hunted by them.

"Oh, You are so beautiful." She repeats the words she used to say every night she had kissed her daughter to sleep, scanning her face for any wounds, running fingers gently on the baby's pink cheeks and short burnt colored hair. Pandora was always fond of her daughter's ginger locks, how it looked so beautiful when it hit the sunlight and glistens against the rays. "My love, you are my blood, and I, yours. I will fight for you, my Xiandra. However I fear this is the only way to protect you."

The ten months old child responds with a cry, confused and uncomfortable with the ground pressed on her back. Avia sobs when she saw the green-blue crystals of her daughters tear filled eyes, "No, no, my dear, don't you cry." Her voice cracking as words escape her mouth, "You are now the sole heir to our house, you carry my name and the name of all our ancestors. You have to be brave."

She stands, her legs wobbly, before taking off the blanket she had used as a scarf, wrapping it around the baby to hide her small frame. She hums a broken tone, making the baby slowly settle down, feeling sleepy.

"Mine and your father's blood will be your power, and it will bring you greatness, my love." She unhooks the necklace from her neck, a ruby pendant hanging heavy on it's chain. She lays it down inside the blanket of her baby, tucking it inside along with a letter embedded with their house emblem.

She kissed her sleeping daughter's forehead with shaking lips, closing her eyes and letting a tear roll down her wounded cheek. Avia takes the folded fabric with her bloodied fingers, lifting them up and covering her daughter's face.

"You are our legacy, Xiandra Knight."

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