My Fiction Fix #01

Writing Idea #43: Winter Wars

Winter Wars Blurb:

For everyone who has to hide to live.

This is for you.

The moment dragons torched the homeland of the Winter Solstice was the travesty of our realm and every realm in the balance. Fire and ice, attacking lands, people, hours, villagers...and Kingdoms. They drew blood and spread the ashes of full grown men and women, and children who were innocent in the wake of the Dragon's dynasty.

I remembered what they once called themselves. The Axon clan soldiers to King Ranor of the Rocky Mountains in the north of winter, south of summer, east of spring and west of autumn. The Lunar and Solar Rebellions were born and they brought armies of billions down upon the lands of the Great Seasons.

They enslaved all who remained from Winter first. Winter was the clear target, the seasons outside of Winter were not so ruined after all.

The Heir of Ranor, Prince Tarquinius of the Solar and Lunar Federation was the man who tore my entire family down with the order to his dragon's breath. Fire torched them and I was forced to watch it all that day.

I was forced to remember every detail of that day.

I never forgot.

And I never forgave.

CHAPTER 1:

"The Prince's Solar and Lunar Celebratory Ball is in exactly two nights on the Equinox. Traditions speak for themselves, the Great Prince must take a wife to claim the Ranor Throne after his father and his father before. Only can one guarantee the Prince's impressive triumph after the mount on the Winter court two decades ago now. The Prince himself was half the age of a pure Fae's adulthood. He successfully removed the killers of the land even if the winter generations were not fully dissolved. The kings and queens of winter were removed at a price of their wrongdoings against every season and every realm. He is a Warrior, the breaker of chains, the hero of our world. I will give you footage of Prince Tarquinius Ranor!" The report on screen snatched images of Tarquinius sitting aside his Father in an arena podium, comfortably guarded.

I stepped away from the over-done re-recorded report of him, switched it off and pocketed it in my soldier's gear. I spent three full years in training for a simple guard's role in the Solar Shield initiation.

A series of tasks had been done to pass my final exam eight months ago, painful and difficult enough to make my hatred grow. I held back the urge to kill the prince straight away when I moved in my juniors uniform to stand in front of a Princess's room that looked down into the arena. I earned enough to wear eight daggers, but not enough to earn a senior role amongst the Prince's main guard.

The Princess of Autumn had her auburn hair in ringlets down her back as her modern dress flutters electronically in orange and red rays of light. Similar to the Princess of summer on the other end of the arena. She radiated sunlight and gold like a summoned star in the galaxy.

I glanced over, my blue eyes ran over the glossy walkway of citizens from every season, most from the Solar and Lunar cities. I studied each exit in the section for autumn advisors surrounding the Princess as if they were outgoing enough to colour affections from the Prince to the monarch they're trying to sell to him.

They called him the most eligible bachelor. As if this society no longer understood the blood on his hands, and he called it retribution. I pursed my lips, keeping everything else expressionless as I walked away for the next rotation and moved down the steps with a clearer view of the arena below. Filled with hot, blinding sand and faeries expressing their powers to win the millions of coins they hope to win from this.