|Arthur x Tessia Oneshots|

|Guardian|

What's up buttercups?

The TBATE Light Novel is going on hiatus for two weeks...
To say the least, I'm dying.

Anywhore,
This request comes from an anonymous reader!! Thanks love~

Alternate Universe!! Spirit guardian Arthur!!

Let's get into it!!

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|Tessia's POV|

A sacrifice. That was my destiny.

My mother and father could be heard crying out for me in the distance, wailing and yelling. Fighting to get me back as I am pulled along. My grandpa not too far behind, being held down by his own royal guards, a mana suppression artifact digging into the skin of his chest.

The kingdom of Elenoir is in an uproar, a diviner prophet born from one of our religious leaders had spoken. A prophecy of endless destruction, chaos and death. And the only way to escape it was to give a sacrifice to the spirits of earth. A royal sacrifice. Rinia had come to the palace along with the prophet, both baring the same daunting news.

They said it had to be me.

That brings us to the present. The crowded walkways of Zestier City now parting to let the people dragging me along, pass. My eyes are glued to the space in front of me, if I'm going to die, then I'll at least die with dignity. I am the only princess of this kingdom, the heir to the throne and would've been the future leader of these people. I refuse to show them weakness.

Even as I thought that, my feet seemed to drag, and despite willing myself to show strength, my body trembled.

"I'm so sorry my princess." The woman guiding me along with five others whisper as tears fill her eyes. She is gripping my right bicep, her hold tight yet her entire arm is quivering, as if she held a lot of weight. Maybe she is.

'She's helping to guide me to my death.'

"Don't cry, miss. I'm not. I am proud to die if it means my people and our lineage continues on." My voice carries around us, wanting everyone else to hear me. Non of their eyes held malice or hatred. I felt no Mal intent from any of these people. Instead, I could only see pity, sorrow and a sense pride at hearing my words.

"Your highness the princess, please forgive us." The man beside me spoke. His voice trembled, his walk unsteady. I simply shook my head, turning to him and smiling. It didn't quite reach my eyes, but nonetheless it gotten my point across.

I couldn't blame any of them. They were scared.

We continue walk along the winding road until a carriage came into view. As we approach, the coachman opens the side door of the carriage, his expression grim. I am the only one to enter, the others staying behind. I could see the crowd behind them, all of them wearing the same grim and sorrowful faces through the window.

I smile once more, waving as a final good bye to them, only to be met with vast amounts of tears from my people. The carriage starts moving, and I turn away, awaiting my inevitable death.