Hello, I think that's right. Yes, the common word now a days used to greet one another. I am Lauren. The daughter of the mighty king. My country, Airestella. The land of many forests, quiet and beautiful villages, and mighty mountains. We also border with Loridin. The evil land they call it, filled with monsters and demons. I don't hardly believe any of the tales. But, I must begin my story. It begins how most 'princess' stories start. It was the week after my 18th birthday and I had been walking the palace grounds. I came apone my fathers tent.(which was set up out side for preparation of war) I over heard my father and the commander talking.
"Commander I must warn you about the force you will be fighting. The force is immensely large and the leader of the army is my eldest son. Now I don't want my daughter in his nasty little paws. He is aware that he has a little sister."
My mouth hung a gap at the mention of my brother. I was told he was dead and here he is about to attack my country! My goodness what did my father think I was? 5? I huffed an exaggerated breath and continued my eaves dropping.
"Yes my Lord but what shall I do about Lauren? You know she has her heart set on fighting with us at the front. When she wants to do something no faithful soul can turn her away from it." The commander replied.
I heard my father sigh in frustration.
"I don't know. I just want her safe."
The rustle of papers informed me it was time to leave. I swiftly ran across the way to the stalls. I slowed to a walk and came to a conclusion on what I was to do upon the recovering of this unfortunate news. But first, I swiveled on my foot to face Arastook, I would need a horse.
YOU ARE READING
Welp, I tried
Teen FictionThis is a composition of a whole bunch of different stories I wrote. Feel free to comment on what you want me to write or if you want me to continue a certain story. Again this is just a mash up of a lot of randomness. I don't judge so neither shoul...
