Rose of Deception

Chapter no 1

Nobody knew who I was.
None of them wanted to know. It was always the name that got you recognised between people, but what if they all forgot who I was supposed to be.
In the battle of two, I was against the Wasadonia's best swords girl. She skidded across the field, deflecting my blade. She looked at me like she needed to know who I was but didn't remember and how would she no one did?
I laid back, her blade passed from above me. Eloise, the swords girl was quick. No wonder she was known by many. But I would not leave her without killing the women who had won countless battles without the fear of being killed.
I edged my sword, and to that she moved back. Ripping the fabric of my sleeve. Swift and unexpected but I was no less. Either she would not exist or me after this.
"Who are you?" She asked me catching up with her breath when I was not even near to quick beat.
I smiled as I paced back.
"You won't want to know. Really."
"You are no human." I was amazed by her quick guess. But I didn't let her take the hint that I agreed with her.
"Your body is shrinking, your lungs no longer function to their fullest. Am I not right, Miss eloise." She was confused to how a stranger knew about her disease.
She came back striking, her blade swished in the air. Strike refined and unexpected than any of the warriors I had met. But I had practised more than any one on this land would have had aged. She left me unarmed, the blade went flying across the field of wheat.
Indeed a talent.
"You are no match for me." I told her
I laid beneath her, my arms pinned down as she sat on top of me with her blade so delicate pressed against me neck once again.
"Look who was talking." Eloise replied. I who may have lived longer than the king she served was being judged.
My identity being kept a secret for food. The young girl did not know that the one on the ground had been in the exact moment before. Times after times but right now I was there on the ground with my own choice. She thought she xould beat me this easily. Today I came here to steal her identity and end her existence. Forever.
I propped myself up, my elbows digged in to the soft soil. The silver edged in the flesh of my neck as she loosened her grip on weapon. Only naive showed emotions.
I kicked the blade as I stood up from the ground holding the beauty that belonged to her. Someone mastered in weaponry had designed the delicate blade. Strong yet smart.
So lost in the in the melody of my desires I was to ready to stand on the verge of the cliff if it meant I got to get what I needed.
Love.
From my mother. I wanted to feel the warmth in the freezing sole of mine that was still alive.
Revenge.
On the son of the man who killed my mother. Was that too much to ask after my endless days in the torture cell where I nearly lost myself?
"Your name will look stunning on me." I told her as I pushed her down to knees. Hatred blazed in her eyes as if she wanted to rip my neck.
"Tou will regret it." She said grinding her teeth. Her nostrils flared as he looked up at me in rage. I was o certain like her when I was young. I did not blane her for that. She had full right to vent her fury upon me.
Before she could argue more I whipped the blade through her neck. Her head falling to the cround. Crimson splashed on the soil, tainting my dark attire. The scent fresh and warm that I almost craved the taste of blood on my tongue.
Sometimes I wondered if my dad wouldn't have imprisoned me what of a personality I would have carried.
Would I be a good daughter?
Would the good had encased the bad nature?
But none of that mattered now. Because all was different now. My father killed my sister and let my mother out in the battle just so she could loose her life.
Now I didn't even now where my mother was.
Before I cleaned the blood from the blade of off eloise cloth I looked up at the sky, taking in the air. One that belonged to my enemy. It was a sin to breathe same air as them but nothing was stronger than the feeling of vegetable I gave birth to. Air that was breathed by humans and elves.
"Land of Ambra! I come to destroy you sacred descendent. " I looked in the eyes that hod lost the shine of life. So color less and breathtaking.
It was never the soul that kept beings alive but the name they were known by. Look at me being alive I was unknown almost dead while she got to live, her name known even though she laid lifeless on the ground.
"Eloise." I tested the name on my tongue. Identity that now will belong to me.
I turned around the face the mare who had an unsettling expression playing across his face after he witnessed his masters death.
I eased his grief by taking his breath away just like his mentor.
I killed him.
Yet another innocent blood that stained my soul.
The animal thud to the ground almost like a loud bang.
I rod to the city that belonged to humans and elves. The only blood lines that lived under one rule with harmony.
Shoes of my horse ticked on the gray cobalt streets of Wasadonia. Locals looked over to watch me ride when I passed from near them. The would have never seen such a stunning stallion I rid. One of a kind.
Breeze drew back the hood that covered my long dark hairs and it was matter of moments that the shorter strands left the coils.
At the far end I noticed the walls of the castle that was the residence if the human king, Arthur.
"Miss." The guard stopped me and I realized how lost I was in trance.
"Sire." The guard was bald, I could tell it even though he wore his uniform hat.
And there I thought where did all this gratitude come from. He asked me for my identity and I required him with what he needed to hear.
"Eloise Indra. I'm sure your king had noted you before my arrival."
His face lit up, smile bigger than a whale itself.
"You may dismount the horse." I did so. Since I didn't need to create scene.
The official walked me through the hallways of the old building. One that belonged to Empress Ambra decades ago.
Stairs after stairs he led me to our final destination. It was huge, murals were just to stunning to describe. Battle of blood valley I recognize.  From the discription the locals of Warkniles gave after I ran from my father gasp.
There was my mother and his dad, Prince Keres was his son.
Guys the chapter still needs to continue but it was getting really long for one part. You'll get to read the prince's pov as well. Because I am planning to get it in an orginal book that is why it has long chapters.
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