Marked: Part 2; The Wronged

Chapter 71

"Hbfoi!" Amilia said in front of Unora, Unora was aiming her staff, from behind Amilia, to the right direction.

"Magic spells have a lot of power attached to them, you must learn to hold yourself up when you cast them. You can't fall over in a real battle." Unora walked to her side. She moved Amilia's legs and arms, even putting her body down a bit. "Try it now." Amilia looked at her.

"Hbfoi!" Amilia said once again. Her body pushed back a little, but she didn't fall.

"We'll work on it." Amilia came out of her stance. "How is Terraformic going?"

"It's harder to learn than Catonin."

Unora laughed, "Makes sense." Unora shuffled around her main hall.

"Are we doing something other than magic today?"

"Yes, yes, I have a marvelous day planned."

"Day?" Amilia said allowed. "I only told them I'd be gone the afternoon, I got plans."

"So you'll be a bit late, that's alright. You can use me as an excuse now, so there's no worries."

"What are we even doing?"

"Making you a staff. You can't keep using my father's staff. I want to hang his staff along with my mother's cloak up onto my display wall. Today we go to Catalie, to make you a staff."

"That shambled kingdom?"

Unora laughed. "No, that new kingdom." She snapped her fingers and suddenly they were placed on the outside of the Market and Unora looked completely different. She was shorter, about Amilia's height and she wore beautiful clothes, with only a chestplate as armor. She wore a tiara, signifying her role as a princess.

"Welcome to the past." Unora said to her. She moved her hand and a mirror appeared in front of Amilia. "Like your little disguise?" She was beautiful. Amilia dawned a beautiful array of armor, and on her back was a helmet. "What's with all the armor?"

"The only person who can get close to me is the royal guard, knight Zelda Zaynab."

"Knight- I'm nowhere near a knight's level!"

"Today you will be." Unora walked to the front of Amilia. "Come along." They walked through the Market which looked fairly peculiar. Everyone seemed to be Marked. Everywhere you looked, it was just Marked, no inter mingling with others at all.

"I can't believe the Market was so racist."

"I can." Unora said. "We are probably about four hundred years in the past."

"Is that why you are so small?"

"Ha, ha." Unora said. "Is that why you are in medieval armor?"

"I suppose so, but I didn't exist in the past."

"Well, you do now." Unora got hit on the side of her mouth.

"Get out of here, witch!"

"No one wants you here, witch!" Amilia looked at the people, they were throwing fruit at her.

"How rude." Amilia whispered.

"Yes, but that's how they were. I am currently coming back from a council meeting that involves the kingdom. At the time I was brand new to the whole council thing, you could say I just turned of age." They continued to walk through the Market. "So don't be surprised if I act all dumb." Amilia chuckled.

"No more than usual."

"And what is your name?"
"Zelda Zaynab."

"And your title?"

"Knight to the princess."

"Correct." Unora paused a moment, she snapped her fingers.

"What did you just do." Amilia said, looking at her.

"Whatever do you mean?"

"Whenever you stop and snap your fingers it's never good."

"Don't be ridiculous." Unora said. "My name isn't exactly-, well, Unora."

"It's not?"

"No, so you will refer to me by my true identity."

"And what is that?"

"Give me a moment and I will tell you." There was a short pause. "Ophelia, Ophelia Ashanti."

"Ophelia?"

"Yes."

"Ophelia?"

"Yes, what about it?" She said turning around, starting to get mad.

"It's an ironic name. It derives from Greek, it means help. And Ashanti... Your name means, help warlike."

"Ha, ha." Unora laughed. "Thank you for the pleasant reminder."

"Pleasant reminder?"

"Yes, lots of people who don't like me would call me Ophelia the lost and helpless. They would say look, look, here comes Ophelia the helpless help. Then they would laugh of course."

"It's just ironic, I'm not trying to be funny. You know, because your last name means warlike and you started a war and your first name means help, yet you don't seem to cry out for any."

Unora sighed. "Shush, shush. We're here." They walked through the small village until it became more dense. Until finally, they reached a castle. They walked up the steps and to the big castle doors, as elegant as they were. Unora went straight through the doors whereas Amilia was stopped right away. The guards had slammed their axes down in front of her, prohibiting her from going any further. That's when Unora turned around and came back out.

"Hey." Unora said, clapping. "This is my royal knight." She twirled her finger around and looked at them while leaning her hip to one side.

"Your father has not made such a decision."

"Ugh." Unora said. "I want her as my guard, now, listen, listen, listen!" She said screaming as if she were having a tantrum.

"Calm down Princess Ophelia-"

"I never said you could announce me by my first name!"

"Deepest apologies, princess Ashanti." Unora crossed her arms and looked off to the side.

"Now that's better!" She said smug. Then she turned to the guard and walked up close to him, invading his personal space. "She is my royal guard. A very good knight might I add, versed in many forms of combat and magic! She is ready for a staff, and I am going to help her make one! I am going to Ophelia her one, do you understand?!"

"I can not let her pass, your father forbids it."

"Soldier, this is Lady Zelda Zaynab of Camelot! A personal friend to the crown. She is more than suited to take on this grueling task."

"But your maje-"

"Let her pass."

"I can-"

"Let her pass, let her pass, let her pass!"

"Just this once, your majesty, but if your father-"

"I know, I know, it was my idea. Come along Lady Zaynab, let us continue."