From all the celestial families' descendants that reside within Mariejois, there is only a single family who does not follow one tradition within the Holy Land.
The tradition to kill 'those' lowly creatures whenever they would cross a pat...
Helen's thoughts came out of her mouth unintentionally. The labeled nanny gently smiled at the young girl.
I'm glad you know me.
She bowed in a goodbye greeting and said.
Well then, this servant of yours will retire now for the day.
She turned and walked away from the young monarch. Helen could not do anything else but nod at her direction and closed her bedroom door once again, locking it before she turns in for a nap.
What wasthenameofmother's nanny again? She asked herself.
After a moment, she mentally shook her head off the question and willed herself to sleep. Slowly after in a minute or two, her body relaxed and her breathing evened as her consciousness gradually drifted away.
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Within Altaria's royal palace training grounds, in the middle of archery training there stood Axel, practicing his skill with bows. The prince himself continuously hit the middle of the target as if his body seem to have a will on its own, whereas his mind raced back on his previous conversation with the royal queen.
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"That vision was all about the first guardian of Altaria, Laura-hime."
Isn't she the daughter of the first ancestors of the royal family? He stretched his arms as he focused on the red bull's eye. In less than a second, his grip loosened as he let the arrow dash at lightning speed.
The soon-to-be king stood his ground and held the bow down as he called it a wrap for his daily training.
Within the queen dowager's quarters, a white mist crawled around the royal four-poster canopy bed where Alynna is sleeping. Gentle as the wind, it floated over her form slowly and meticulously laid down, starting to dissipate on its own.
Aly. Aly.
A voice called for the old woman.
Aly, remember? Aly?
Mentioning her name, Alynna seemed to heed upon its words.
Mother?
Forgive me dear Aly, but I am not what you think I am.
Then. . .who are you?
Who I am is not of importance, need I to remind you of the deal you had sealed with the Master of Fate.
The monotonous voice stopped for a second as the queen dowager felt it floating around her as if it merged within her being.
I know.
Alynna nonchalantly replied.
Forgive me dear children, it seemed that Fate wants to see and test the next generation of the guardian-in-line.
They will come through it. Just believe that they will.
A third party whispered, even so that Alynna had not heard it say anything.
