Chapter one- The prologue

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My name is Ariaru Van-Dense. It is the year 1165. I am the Queen of this small, but prosperous town of Briar, and today, we mark the birth of our youngest daughter, Tatiani Van-Dense. Although the town does not seem to thrilled, the human slaves gathered around the balcony of the castle today to take sight at my daughter.

I pushed through the balcony doors, spilling out onto the platform. My son, Ashba, held Tatiani. He was only five. "Good morning my wonderful people of Briar!" I shouted, smiling obnoxiously.

"Good morning." They all said, dull, in their cream and brown robes.

"Today, we mark the birth of my wonderful new daughter, Tatiani! Although, we have had some problems with the child. Although every one of our ancestors was a sorcerer or sorceress. Tatiani here, is human."

The crowd of humans burst into whispers.

"This does not mean she will be a peasent like you. Royal blood, royal nature, but she will not be an heir to the throne, unless in dire circumstances where she has to. We say this because we want our royal bloodline to be of entirely sorcerer sorceress race. Thankyou. Now get back to work, AND FINISH MY CASTLE!" I say calmly, but the last sentence, I say with anger.

The peasants run away to their homes.

~~That Night~~

No POV in particular.

Tatiani woke up in the middle of her first living night. She woke to find a blue, sparkling butterfly on her nose, and her windows open. When going to sleep again, she screams in pain, with a sting in her arm. Ink traces an image of a wolf into her left forearm, or more specifically, the wolven mark, signalling a wolf-related trait.

Guards swarmed the room, cutting the man's head off.

In the morning, The Queen and her husband fly into the room, noticing the dead man next to the baby's cot, and the wolf mark on Tatiani's arm. "Vasperus!" The King shouted, information of  the man dead on the floor filling his mind.

"His name was Denba Jude. He was a wolf. 3 children." He said, covering his eyes with his hand.

The Queen picked up the baby and cradled her in her arms.

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