Prologue

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My friends and I stood at the top of the mountain overlooking Lintona, my short black hair blowing in the warm wind. It was the middle of summer, three years since that day. I had faced so many trials; overcame many fears and weaknesses since then. Nevertheless it wasn't done yet. I had prepared for the day I would take back my kingdom, and tomorrow was that day.

"I Am The Last Heiress," I screamed at the top of my lungs, hoping the world would know that Princess Eadiline did live. Then I recalled how it all came to this point.

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