In this dramatic fantasy, Princess Eva Drews, daughter of the elf queen and king, is forced to help her enemies, the werewolves, defend the crown. But they will have to build up there defenses if they want to face off with the new, unexpected intrud...
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BANG BANG! I woke up to a loud thumping on my door. I looked at the sky through my window to see the sun just rising over the horizon. I sat up and focused a little more on the rest of my surroundings. My usual pile of dirty clothes and my tiara had been placed right where I had left them.
"Ms. Drews!" Yelled a muffled voice through the door.
I quickly hopped out of bed and ran for the door, grabbing my robe off the chair on the way. I opened the door to see a tall man with a grey mustache standing there.
"Mr. Gerald, haven't I told you to call me Eva?" I said to him as politely as possible.
"Yes, Princess Ev-," he paused, seeing the dirty look I gave him. "Right then. Eva, it is almost time for the throning ceremony to begin. Are you almost ready?"
"Yes, yes. Um, would you excuse me?" I turned and slammed the door behind me. I looked out my window again. In the creature world, we don't exactly have clocks, so the sun is our only 'teller-of-time'. The sun was getting too close to the middle of the sky for my liking, so I threw my robe onto the bed and I rushed to find a suitable gown to wear. I then grabbed my tiara and rushed out the room.
The sun coming in from the windows of the dining room made the tips of my ears warm. I stepped further into the large room and took in my surroundings. Huge banners marking all of the districts of our civility were hung from the walls. Every district had gathered to see who the next ruler of the crown would be. The Vampires, Nymphs, Elves, and Unicorns had already handled the responsibility. Now it was up to either the Werewolves, Gnomes, or... them. We never spoke of them.
I guess I can make an exception. Them are the Undead. They never leave the underworld, but they send one representative for the ruler of the crown event. That representative is put under extreme observation, given the fact that a few decades ago, they were ordered to take the crown by force and return it to the underworld. Ever since then, no one speaks of Them.
Anyways, I walked towards a large, broad shouldered man and tapped him on the back.
"Finally! The Princess is awake! Eva, darling, how did you sleep?" The man asked, rubbing the side of my rosy face.
"Fine, Father. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to over sleep." I replied.
"It is okay my love. We must take our places at the round table. The new ruler is about to be chosen." We walked over to the very large table and looked upon the faces of the district kings and queens. Then I turned ever so slighty to see the representative for Them. He was surrounded by three guards and even though he may have been handsome once, he was now covered in torn flesh and blood.
Suddenly the large doors at the foot of the table open, and the Unicorn king, King Roman, enters. Cheers fill the room and with a hoove to the air, he silences them. Everyone sits down and he begans.
"This is the biggest event our civility faces every decade. Now, we will have a new ruler, Werewolve, Gnome, or-," he pauses and looks to the representative. "Or Undead." Gasps fill the room until he once more silences the group. A guard then walks in with a large crown on a plush pillow with yellow tassels.
"The Crown shall now decide our new ruler," says King Roman and the Crown suddenly floats around the table as if carefully deciding. Everyone then stands just in time to cleary see King Griswald, ruler of the Werewolves, be crowned. Cheers erupt, but my Father, Mother, and I sit in silence. The Elves and the Werewolves had never quite gotten along, but we would be willing to help each other in battle if necessary.
"Your new ruler!" Shouts King Roman, and everyone starts cheering again.
"I am honored to defend the crown of Rosailia, and I will die before our enemies get their hands on it!" Replies King Griswald. Shouts fill the room once more and the sound is overwhelming for my young elf ears, so I cover them and lean on my father.
Finally, after a moment or so, the cheers die down, and it is time for the final piece of the crowning ceremony. A final guard brings out a glass vase with a glowing flower in it.
"And now it is time for the marking of the fire flower." King Roman calls King Griswald forward. "King Griswald, are you ready to except the duty as ruler of Rosailia?"
"Absolutely," he replies. King Griswald extends his left arm forward and removes his robe so that you can see the inner part of his forearm. King Roman then removes the fire flower from the vase and presses it on King Griwald's arm. Once removed, there is an exact print of the flower on his arm, marking the print of Rosailia.
"All hail your new ruler!" Shouts King Roman, and once again, my ears hurt from all of the cheers.
The event was finished with a massive feast and all of the districts returned to where they had come from.
I went back up to my room after walking a few laps around the castle garden, and I focused extremely hard. Every once in a while, I would get this feeling in my gut. It was almost like my body was trying to tell me something. So, every night before lying down for bed, I would close my eyes and focus on finding this feeling that was so sacred that it rarely showed up. I guided my thoughts through-out my entire body, searching for anything.
Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I laid down and looked hopelessly out the window. The bright moon was at its fullest. I knew that that spark, that feeling I felt, would lead me to something important. I could feel it.
