𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘚 𝘖𝘈𝘛𝘏- 𝘺𝘢𝘯. 𝘉𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘓𝘰𝘤𝘬

𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘓𝘖𝘎𝘜𝘌

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𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

You can't help but stare longingly at your childhood bedroom. The once pristine and lavish space was now in shambles. Clothes scattered, personal belongings and furniture broken as the sense of nostalgia was now stronger than ever. Tearing away your gaze, you turn your attention back to your bag, continuing your mental checklist.

"Dresses, shoes, appropriate weaponry..", You mutter before your mental thread is snapped by a voice toning in from the door.

"[Name], are you done? He's waiting for us in the hall.", Your long time friend Julian inquires, his head peeking into your doorframe. Your eyes soften at seeing him as you muster up your answer.
"Yeah, I'm almost finished. Could you please wait outside?", you turn your back on him as he hums in understanding before exiting the chamber. With a heavy heart you manage to pack together all of your things before returning to the main hall.

The long and once bright hallway is now stationed with enemy guards at every corner, all of them sending you either a glare or a glance of pity. You couldn't help but feel a little bit of shame rise in you as all the eyes are set in your direction like the piercing arrow of the hunters. Though, you remind yourself to retain a sense of dignity, marching past them with renewed pride, puffing your chest out. You stride along the corridors, not sparing anyone a second glance. Your shoes clack against the marble floor as you arrive at the appointed meeting area. The crown hall used to be the crowning symbol of Terrestia Vita before the war. You are forced day and night to watch as the followers of the Celestian Faith take down religious monuments, replacing the god of Sunemei with their own deity. Standing in the middle of the spacious rooms are three males; one your father, one your brother and one is the man who had made the past three years absolute hell for you.

Marc Snuffy was aware of how important of a man he was. How couldn't he? Of all men, he stood above the rest- physically and metaphorically, chosen by Celeste herself- he was the vessel, the vice, the stand in for the goddess millions worship. He was the one who stood above earthlings, touching Celestia. And now with his most recent victorious conquest in your home country, the most avid follower of Terestia Vita, he had become more powerful than ever. As you enter the room, his eyes snap towards you like that of a hawks, boring deep into your soul. You shudder a little bit at the spectator before continuing to stride towards the group.

Your father lays his tired eyes on you before patting your shoulder and speaking: "I suppose it's time to depart now. Let's head off, [Name]."

As you turn around to leave under your father's body shielding your backside, you can't help but glance behind you, meeting Snuffy's gaze on you. It doesn't look like a normal stare but it seemed as if the tall man was analysing your every move, your facial expressions, your soul. You scoff and simply step into the carriage prepared for you, taking seat next to Julian and your birth giver. As the horses of the vehicle start trotting you cannot help but stare out the window, seeing the ransacked residences. The country wasn't the richest, or the most flourishing, but it was nice. It was home. But alas, you have no power to do anything but watch as your home crumbles to the ground, being replaced by everything you hate.

And now the time to head to the Crown of Aragon has arrived.

Six hundred words for the prologue done!!! Just for clarification, Terestia Vita and the Celestial are fictional religions I created for this fanfiction specifically. They're basically just the opposite of each other.