Defender of the Crown

Chapter 2- The Uprising

I open my eyes but quickly cover my face quicky with my blanket. The blazing sun had peeked over the horizon just enough to send it's beams right into my tired eyes. I slowly removed my blanket and sat upright, stretching as I did so. I got out of bed and reached for my robe and slippers. I then walked slowly and steadily to the kitchen. 

Sure enough, a huge table filled with platters of eggs, bacon, sausage, biscuits, potato hash, and stacks of toast, pancakes, and waffles awaited me there. I sat in my usual spot and helped myself to a few pancakes and sausages, reluctant to see my father at the other end of the table, my mother right beside him.  I looked up and waved and -even though it sounded extremely muffled through all of the food in my mouth- said a quick "Hello." My father simply nodded and I returned to my pancakes.

After breakfast, I make my way back to my room. I pick out something to wear and quickly change. I decide that this beautiful day shouldn't be wasted, and go to the garden for some strolling and reading. 

Right as I had stepped out of the castle door and into the bright sunshine, that sacred feeling that had always showed up randomly started pounding in my stomach. However, this didn't quite feel the same. Before, the feeling had been suttle and calm. This time it felt as though a centaur had just kicked me in the gut. I grabbed my stomach and cringed at the growing pain in me.

"Help!" I began crying. I had no idea what was going on. "Help! Please!"

At that moment, a guard came rushing over to my aid. As soon as he reached me, the pain stopped.

"Princess! What is it?!? What's wrong?!?" The guard urged. 

"Nothing. I'm okay now, I think," I replied.

"Are you sure, your Highness?"

"Go. Please. I wish to be alone."

"I don't think you should be alone speaking that-" He paused and I glared at him. "Never mind. As you wish." He walked away and I began walking once more. I hadn't meant to cause such a fright, I was just scared. What does this mean? I thought to myself. I brushed it away as growth pains and kept walking. 

I walked past the many rows of flowers in the garden and then past the vegetable garden near the West Wing, until I came up on the castle cemetery. While it may seem like cemeteries are scary do to there association with... Them, the castle cemetery was quite inviting. It had been decorated in brightly colored flowers and candles to remember our elders. I walked over to the tombstone with the name King Charles Alexander Remington Drews III: King of Rosailia in The Year Of The Elven Crown. I crouched down by the stone and ran my fingers over the smooth surface, feeling every groove of lettering and marking. 

"Hello, Grandfather. The Werewolves were crowned this time. I know that we haven't always gotten along with them, but I think they will make good leaders and will serve Rosailia well. Anyways, I miss you. I know you are watching over me, but I wish you could be here." I say softly. I decided that this would be a good spot for the reading I planned to do and I leaned up against the stone. I pulled out my book and turned to the page I had left off on. This was something I enjoyed doing often. Even though he wasn't really here, I enjoyed reading with my Grandfather. 

And thats when it happened. The pain from before had come back. It was even stronger this time and tears quickly welled up in my eyes. Then, suddenly, the ground shook, and I gripped the tombstone to keep my balance. I got to my feet and some how managed to get back to the castle. The pain in my stomach stopped and the ground had stopped shaking. I assumed that it was just an earth quake and walked up to my room in the East Wing. By this time it was dark and I laid in bed, realizing with sadness, that I had left my book in the cemetery. So, I made plans to go back and get it in the morning. 

The next morning, I woke up and quickly changed. I went straight to the garden and it happened again. The ground shook and my stomach felt as though it was going to explode. I grab my book and stepped outside of the cemetery wall. And that is when I saw it. A hand, battered and shredded ripped out of the ground. I screamed and ran for my life towards the castle.

Before I knew it, hundreds of guards had lined the castle walls, as well as hundreds of Th- Undead armies slowly move towards the castle. My ears were overwhelmed with the noise of shouting guards and moans of the Undead, and my Father came and scooped me into his arms. He grab my Mother's hand and we rushed to the down stairs chamber. We knew what they were here for, and we wouldn't end without a fight. My Father left my Mother and I in the chamber and he quickly ran off to defend the castle. I leaned against my Mother, tears streaming down my puffy red face. My Mother was crying too, but some how remained calm in the misdst of the destruction. 

"We have some incredibly strong warriors. They will defend the castle with all they have." My Mother's irish accent was soothing to hear, and I pressed closer to her side. She began rubbing my back and telling me it was okay. It was comforting to have her here. There was just one thing nagging at me: was this what the feeling was trying to tell me? How in the world could I do anything? One thing was for sure, our world as we knew it, would never be the same.