The DragonOrb

Prologue

A long time ago, in the land that is now split into seven, there was a young girl. A princess, in fact. Her name was Sasha. She was as innocent as they come, and loved her father and seven siblings dearly. However, she also had a forbidden love. She couldn't help but love him, the gardener, that is. Her heart was his, and his was hers. Her beloved father, however, could not stand for it. A strike of cruelty came over him, and, with his daughter as a witness, he beheaded her love. The poor maiden, distraught, let her magic loose, swearing to take her revenge upon her father.

For one year she ran from the Emperor. Then she met an old witch. The witch helped her with her magic, and the two became good friends. Together, they were nearly unstopable, and they succeded in their highest achievement of all: near immortality. Each had three lives after their adventure. The first two lives prevented them from aging; the third life was as if nothing ever happened.

Confident with their skills, for years they tried to take Sasha's revenge. Each attempt failed. Eventually Sasha began feeling guilty for all the attempts on her father's life. Seeking forgiveness, she snuck into her old home to find that he had passed on, dividing his empire into seven kingdoms for each of his children . . . except Sasha. Her siblings that she had once loved so dearly scoffed at her apology, saying that she just wanted her own kingdom. Sasha grew angry again. This time, however, she waited, slowly building up an army of ghouls and other beasts, and bottling up her anger until the time was just right. She waited for a hundred years, all the while her anger burning inside her. She saw generation after generation of kings and queens, all decended from her now hated siblings.

Then, one day, while walking in the woods, she met a man. Chrystofer was his name, and he was fireborn. However, he was a special fireborn. Although born pure fire, he had the ability to switch between fireborn and human at will. 

The two . . . had a bit of a flame, and at the time it seemed that Sasha's broken heart would at last be mended. Alas, it was not meant to be. Chrystofer, a few years later, married the queen of Colland. Sasha was now great with child, and feeling murderous.

 The army she'd built up for so long was finally put to use, and she got her revenge on the king of Colland. She swore never to love again, but when their son was born, after Chrystofer had died, she loved him. She loved him very much, and named him Milo.