A/N: Above is the photo of Arlette Eigenhart :D
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"You don't understand," Darcy said, forcing out each word. The sound of his shaking swords resonated inside the room, laced with the soft murmurs of the servants.
Finally understanding the situation, Zoe dragged herself away from the two, finding refuge beside Arlette who reflected the same fear and bewilderment in her face. Even though she wanted to wrestle the other girl in her weak state, she set that thought aside and refocused her attention on the guest.
Did she hear him right?
Was she called a spawn of darkness?
But why?
Before she could come up with an answer, the man raised his huge weapon and struck from the side, sending the young Prince bouncing off the book shelf. A grunt escaped his mouth as books rained down on him, but that didn't prevent him from standing. He readied his weapons and sprang to attack, sparks flew as metals clashed.
Watching a man much older than her father, swing a weapon bigger than himself made her speechless. It was both terrifying and amazing, that she started to worry for her and Darcy's life. Yet she couldn't tone down the alarming questions.
Did her parents know about this world?
About who she really was?
Could they also wield weapons?
It felt silly, knowing that her parents were business tycoons.
CLANG!
Her mind was back on the fight. The fragrance of lavender poured from the corridor, mixing with the scent of old papers every time the man swung his weapon, bringing forth a gust of wind.
Books were sliced, one after another, creating a shower of paper. Zoe turned to the servants as the two continued to wreck the room, however, none of them seemed to have the guts to intervene. It was simply hopeless, for her bodyguard kept flying in a different direction, like a newbie being toyed by a veteran.
What if one of them die?
What if Darcy die?
CLANG!
The man struck again, scattering the papers on the floor like huge confetti. Panic fueled her adrenaline and she searched around her for anything that could save them both.
Suddenly, the crowd gasped and Zoe turned to their direction, dropping her jaw at the sight of her only ally, being pinned by the man. He was pushed back on the shelf, now only holding one of his swords, a small scar visible on the side of his lips.
However, that didn't worry her. Or the fact that his father was trying to strangle him with his muscular hand. It was the blood dripping on the floor, coming from the huge sword that cut through his side, pinning him on the shelf.
Zoe rushed to his aid, grabbing the first thing on her way and threw it at the former King. The pastry bounced off harmlessly on the man, leaving a little smudge on his olive green robe.
His grip on his son's neck loosened, but he didn't spun like Zoe anticipated. Her body began to shake from the rush of energy and being an idiot, yet she stood her ground, brandishing a bread knife.
"Let him go!" she shouted with all her courage, which didn't come out like she hoped. "A ruler who relies on his sword to solve problems isn't a ruler at all, but a savage beast who doesn't know the value of life."
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Fantasy|Book#1|Chronicles of Mamoria| A story that was forgotten by history. A secret kept for hundreds of millennia. A dark heart sheltered by the light. A young prince who gave up his pride to protect his people. And a teenage girl who was destined to lo...
