Heir of the Sword

01 | Introductio

Introductio {An introduction} 

The sun's golden rays spread out through the land sending the world is a beautiful golden hue. Any human would die to see the sight. Everything upon which the sun's rays touched seemed to be magnified in its beauty. The girl who stood on the rocky cliff was no exception.

Her midnight-blue hair seemed darker and shimmered in the basking light. Her Aztec eyes were wide and seemed to be dancing with concentration. She extracted her sword, Anaz out of the brown leather sheath. She took a deep breath and practiced a few moves.

Her actions varied. Sometimes they were sharp as a shark splitting the water. Other times they were as soft as the water lilies in a pond. She moved at the speed of lightning and it seemed that a mystical aura had surrounded her. Her footsteps were quick and light as a feather; not remaining in the same place for more than a mere minute. High above the ground, Arya looked every bit like the fearsome warrior she was.

After a good amount of time, when the sun had settled itself well into the sky, she sheathed her sword. Beads of sweat lined her face, and her breathe was short and panting. Feeling satisfied for the day, Arya climbed down the cliff with ease and headed towards the Narvian Academy.

The path to the academy was pretty long but Arya was used to it. After years of climbing the rugged cliff, following the stony twig path, it had become well engraved in her memory. The cliffs over looked the Academy, acting as the sole protector of any forces approaching from the Eastern Bay.

When she arrived at the mahogany gates, the two women who stood there greeted her. "Good morning Arya." They both said in unison while giving Arya a timid smile.

Arya merely nodded in reply. She found it useless to speak unless it was the Princess giving her command or if it was needed. The tongue was like a snake, waiting to be let out and spread its poison everywhere. To prevent that, the teeth acted like guards grasping it down. An intelligent soul spoke less, and observed more.

Arya stepped into the brightly light Narvian Academy. Red carpets had been placed on the cool marble floors. The walls were decorated with candles and paintings of the Royal Kalvarian family. Massive archways with intricate designs were spread throughout the place. It was a miniature version of King Rupert's Palace.

The Narvian Academy had been divided into two parts, three levels: on the first floor were the classrooms, dining hall, and the massive library. The second floor contained the dorms for all the students. The third floor was occupied by the headmistress, Princess Zelie, and the rest of the teachers. Outside the academy were lush green gardens with breathtaking roses and sparkling fountains spraying cool, mystical water. It was a dream Academy, the best in the land. It was also unique in the sense that anyone could attend. Princesses, commoners, ladies in waiting-there was a place for all of them. Under the roof of the academy, they were all just students.

As Arya strode through the halls, the chatting girls from before had become oddly silent. This was nothing new for Arya. It was the same cycle over and over again. She wondered when they would stop.

If they would stop.

It was partially her fault too. She had an unapproachable vibe around her and didn't trust anyone besides Princess Zelie.

Arya reached her chamber and pulled the door open. She was the only one, out of all the students, to get a separate room. It was probably due to the fact she was the academy's first student. Thank God for that. She didn't know if she could stand sharing a room with the loud, cheery girls.