Clara sat up in her bed quickly. She was breathing heavily.
She had a nightmare of the war in which her parents had died.
She had only been 4 at the time, and she had little remembrance of the war, yet she still had a nightmare with thorough images of the battle at the border of Arthya and Drilad.
She rung a bell, signaling her servant, Kanya to enter. Kanya had been named after Clara's favorite childhood memory; A tall blue plant that blossomed all over Arthya, especially near and on the castle grounds.
Kanya entered quietly. "Yes, Clara?" She asked quietly. Over the years, Clara and Kanya had become good acquaintances, so they kept it on a first name basis.
"Kanya, do you know anything about the war?" Clara questioned. After all, Kanya was six years older than Clara. She was ten years of age during the war, and her parents had been killed as well.
"Well... People say that it wasn't Drilad against Arthya.... They believe one kingdom invaded Arthya, and another invaded Drilad... No one knows who the real battle was against... Or how your parents were killed..." Kanya sighed, the memories and visions of the war whizzing through her mind.
Clara simply nodded, and dismissed Kanya. She then opened her window, letting the breeze run through her hair.
She looked out onto the memorial of the war. It was marble, and also her parents grave.
Now, she was determined to find out who the battle was against, and who, killed her parents...
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The Last One
General FictionQueen Claire and King Damien had been killed in the last war. Yet, they had 3 princes and 3 Princesses. Although, five of those heirs, had died young. The only one left was Princess Clara. She was to find a worthy king of her choice, to rule Arthy...
