The Divine Warrior

Chapter One

Chapter One

Hell Day

10 Years Later

"Principessa. Oh, my dear. Do not be such a tease." Her sparring partner ground out in his deep Italian accented voice, as their swords collided against one another in loud clinks.

Divinia glared at him, "Could you please stop talking? I can hardly concentrate with your constant chatter, Alazar Genovesi. You are quite the annoying prick."

Alazar smirked at her as he spun her sword and tore it from her hand, pressing the tip of his carefully to her throat, "A warrior never allows conversation to bother them. The person or people that you end up fighting are going to do anything and everything they can to distract you; and if I am being honest here, that is not very hard to do. Stop letting what I do mess with your head and start paying attention to my movements. Let's do this again, this time, trying having a conversation with me and watching my moments at the same time. Pick up your sword."

He lowered his from her throat and she listened to him, going at it once more.

"What is going on in that pretty little head of yours, mia cara?" He asked as they danced around in the grass.

Divinia whacked her sword against his and quickly wiped her brow as he moved around her swiftly, "I have loads on my mind. Father's been acting... a bit distant lately," She blocked his attack easily, "Something seems to be tormenting him. I suggested he see the doctor, but he insists that he's fine."

"And perhaps he is. Your father is a smart man; you cannot worry so much. If something is wrong, and if he feels like it, he will do something about him. Remember, it is his life. Allow him to live it the way he chooses."

Divinia ripped his sword from his hands, and leaned against the gate that lead to the pasture, breathing heavily.

Alazar gave her a look of surprise, and wiped the sweat from his face.

"I am not doubting that, Al," she said softly, "It's just that he's had the same look in his eyes since I was a little girl, and possibly before that. It just seems like it has taken a further toll on him over the years and I'm concerned that he is keeping something from us." She sighed and raked long fingers through her messy black locks.

"If he is, then so be it. It is on him. Stop letting the things that you cannot control bother you. Whatever happens, happens for a reason. It is all in God's plan." Alazar spoke wisely with his chin held high, "Now come on. Let's saddle up and go out for a ride. Forget about the sparring and shake off all of those unhappy thoughts. I don't want to hear anything more about your possibly depressed father."

Divinia scowled at him and bumped his shoulder with hers as he leaned on the gate next to her. She walked toward the barn to grab her saddle.

However, all thoughts of riding flew from their minds as a scream broke through the trees.

The two of them shared a look, pulled their swords from the ground quickly and tore off in a run toward the castle.

As they got closer, more screams came from the inside.

Divinia went to run in, but Alazar grabbed her by the wrist, "Oy, wait. You cannot just run in there all willy-nilly. We need to strategize."

There was a manly yell, and Divinia knew exactly who it had come from. She shared a look of desperation with him.

"There is no time to strategize, Alazar. Something is going on in there and I do not see any of the guards around! My parents could be in danger!"

Alazar winced at the thought, but let her go, "Fine. But please, be careful."