Introduction of My Worlds

Woven Fate

Renan Empire, 1764 MP

A figure in a dark cloak walked swiftly through the streets of Amico. Salt stung their nose as they wrapped their cloak tight. The evening fog sat heavy, but did nothing to dampen the view of the crashing waves. Ducking into an alley as more footsteps approached, the figure pressed against the brick building. Soldiers marched past; one paused to pick up a coin before continuing their patrol. A strand of white hair poked out of the hood and glowed in the moonlight before the figure was sure the soldiers weren't returning. With a small sigh, the cloaked figure stalked down the alley until she reached a boarded up building. Knocking a specific rhythm on the boards, the young woman stood back while the entrance was cleared.

"Are you alone?" The figure who unblocked the door asked from the shadows. "Yes," young woman replied as she stepped inside, "we had to come separately. Mother has grown paranoid after she found the garden gate open." The young man gave a snort. "Is there anything that woman does not see as a threat?" Blocking the entrance back up with a flash of light and a flick of the wrist, the young man motioned for the other to leave. "We're still waiting on your sister and Levina."

Pulling her hood down and letting her pearl white hair fall loose, Juniper breathed a sigh of relief. She made it to the meeting; now it was up to Amber to leave the frost cursed gate shut. Their mother was irritating enough with throwing them at any eligible man at every social event. So goes the woes of the elite. Walking into the room at the end of the hall, she was greeted by a sight similar to a general's meeting in one of the plays her sister had to hide. Duarte, son of Prince Orchen, was muttering something and pointing at one of the papers littering the rickety table while Alexia, daughter of Earl Smithson , and Oliver, son of Marquess Pulton. Near the crumbling fireplace sat Francine, daughter of Count Ansel, and Alissa, daughter of Marquess Smithson, going over records written in moon script.

"How close are we?" Juniper asked, wondering over to the table. Alexia gave a small wave without looking up from the paper in her hands as the two boys turned to the white haired girl. "Our supplies are good." Oliver announced pointing to a paper covered in numbers, " Once Levina tells us how things are going with securing transportation, we can plan for the exact day."
"After the Memoria Festival is probably our best bet." Duarte commented, pulling out a gold-embossed paper, " The king has invited all of the nobles to a ball, that means heightened security."
"The festival is in two weeks. Would it not be better to leave before our families all leave for the capital?"
"And have them hunt for us right away?"
Alexia turned to Duarte saying, "Since finding you is going to be considered the highest priority, how long do you think we will have to wait?" The third son of the second-born prince rubbed his chin in thought. "At least a month after the festival." He muttered.
"I hope that's not a definite answer." A voice grumbled as the door swung open to reveal the last three members of their group, "Mother would get suspicious of me going out into the garden as she tries to throw marriage candidates at me."