White Wolf's Destiny

Chapter One

                                                                                 Present Day

I awoke to the sound of a rooster crowing, I looked up and there sat that beady eyed Big Red, just staring straight at me like he didn't just rudely awaken me. He was a spitefully annoying rooster with his constant crowing at ungodly hours and being one of the sole reasons I woke each morning no matter if I wanted to sleep in or not. I sighed out in annoyance and threw back my small blanket to get ready for the day while staring him down mentally plotting his demise, thinking about what dish would best suit to cook him in.

"I bet he would make a fine chicken pot pie, or a nice old fashioned chicken stew." I smiled at the thought of finally ending his terrorizing streak.

I sat up, wiping away the sleep from my eyes and looked around my small room that King Cassius and Queen Johanna had so graciously allowed me to have. All of the palace servants had their own small quarters within the palace, their reasoning being that if The Royal family should need anything we could be summoned faster than if we stayed within the village. The rooms themselves were not as grand as the King and Queens, but they had the basics of what was needed, a bed to sleep on, bathing chamber to wash up in, and a bed to sleep in.

I strode over to my small wardrobe that held everything I owned, which was my three sets of palace uniforms along with my two sets of casual clothes. Nestled in the bottom were my pair of boots to go with the uniforms and a simple run down pair of slip on shoes. Pinned to the inside of the door was a letter that held the last ever written words from my mother before she left me.

I didn't have a lot to my name, but I knew that I was one of the lucky few who didn't have to live on the street or worry where their next meal would come from. The streets were not for the weak or naive. The only reason I was able to even have the luxury I do is because my late mother had held a servant position within the palace before her recent passing. She had befriended one of the King and Queen's head household staff member, Clara Carver, a house fairy, who had found me and had found me a position in honor of my late mother.

I grabbed one of my uniforms and went into the bathing chamber to get ready for another day. I made sure to wash and scrub any filth away with a wash rag and some of my scented soaps that I had saved up to buy, after bathing I was able to then tackle the challenge of taming my long blonde almost white hair into a side braid that went just below my shoulders. When it wasn't placed in a braid in fell down in long waves. Not a lot of humans within the realm had my hair coloring, I am not even sure where I myself would have gotten it from, my mother's own hair was a dark auburn and I never knew who my father was so I don't exactly have anything to go off of. My mother never really spoke of who my father was or what he looked like.

I did try to ask her when I was younger but she would snap at me and just say if he was worth mentioning she would tell me. The only thing she ever told me was that he was there one moment then the next he disappeared off into the woods where she never saw him again. I stopped asking as I got older, thinking that maybe she just couldn't bear the thought of trying to remember a man who she loved dearly but didn't reciprocate those feelings back. I did get a few stares here and there, mostly just ones of curiosity. Typically anyone who had hair coloring out of the normal would possess some form of mystical magic, but alas I am just a mere normal nothing special about me human.

Once I finished dressing and making sure I looked presentable I took one last glance at my reflection in the small mirror and what I saw staring back at me was a girl who looked like me but I barley recognized her, with her long almost white hair fastened into a braid over the shoulder and with blue eyes that held no life in them, a trace of of darkened skin around the hollow of her eyes. I used to not be like this, I used to smile a lot more too, but when you lose the last piece of family you have it can change a person even without them knowing. I shook those depressing thoughts from my mind and ran my hands down my uniform, making sure the Estos crest was immaculate. I tried not to dwell too long with those depressing thoughts, if I did I fear I may never come out of them again.