Isabella Of Elysium

Story 1 - Isabella of Elysium : A Queen's Story of Triumph

It was a dark and rainy day when I was born, a harbinger of the turmoil to come. A few months later, I found myself contentedly sitting on the patio and basking in the rare moment of peace. But then, a sharp alarm pierced the air. War was about to rage in my homeland, Elysium! The neighboring country of Verdenia was launching an attack. My parents, the king and queen, rushed to shield me from the chaos. My aunt and uncle swiftly scooped me up and escorted me to a hidden three-story bunker where the citizens of Elysium had gathered for safety. Inside, I met a group of children – Ronan, Charlotte, Justin, Emilia,Shayne, Amethyst , Jasper, Nora , Asher. They were all kind, but one boy stood out. Ronan had an enigmatic yet comforting presence. He didn't speak much, his quiet nature adding to his mysterious aura.

Over time, my aunt and uncle returned from the front lines with news that shook me to the core. They reported heavy losses in our family. My mother and father had perished in the conflict, leaving me, my aunt Virginia, my uncle Louis and Ronan as the last surviving relatives. My younger sister, born a few years after me, had either been killed or taken captive by Verdenia's forces. It was a cruel blow, and I felt a pang of helplessness.

As I mourned the loss of my loved ones, my aunt and uncle took up the mantle as the new king and queen. Despite the dangers surrounding us, my friends and I found solace in each other. But our fragile peace was shattered one day when a bomb blast shook the bunker, followed by a warning on my watch: war was coming again. Though I was just two years old at the time, the memories of that day remain etched in my mind.

Ronan, my constant companion, took my hand as we sought refuge in the bunker. The days of war dragged on, and to support our people, we offered our own rations to help the civilians. Amidst the uncertainty, I found comfort in the third-floor library, where old photographs of me and Ronan brought tears to my eyes.

Ronan found me crying and sat beside me, offering solace. His fingers ran through my hair gently, reminding him of a childhood friend named Freya who had died in battle. I nodded in understanding, sharing his sorrow.

Days turned to weeks, and the war continued its relentless onslaught. When news arrived that Ronan's parents had been killed, he retreated further into his quiet world, speaking only to me. Though he spoke only to me, the times he would talk, he would talk for long periods of time, As we navigated the darkness, I found myself at the precipice of an unexpected destiny.

With no clear line of succession, the people looked to me as the future queen. However, tradition demanded that I take a king as my husband. When asked if I would marry, I agreed, hoping for a chance at happiness with Ronan. To my surprise, the people organized a wedding within a week.

As preparations commenced, my nerves grew. How had they managed such a feat so quickly? Regardless, I found myself standing at the altar on the day of the wedding, wearing a veil adorned with intricate embroidery and diamonds.

The priest spoke of a secret choice for my groom, heightening my anxiety. My heart raced at the thought of anyone other than Ronan. Yet, when the moment came, I was overjoyed to see Ronan step forward, having made himself invisible until that point.

With a nod, Ronan accepted his role as my king. But then the priest's words took a dark turn, insinuating something ominous. He only said "Are you ready to meet your maker?" My instincts flared, and I confronted him, sensing danger.