I ran through the Forest of King, catching what seemed like billions of tiny thorns from the rosebushes that my mother had planted with my father years ago. "Run....." I thought, I had to keep on going. After ten minutes of tearing through The Forest, she yelled
"TAG! You're it....." I screamed at my brother an sister.
Xavier, who was eight years old, rambunctios, and the best at hide and seek, had light brown hair, ocean blue eyes, and my father's smile, simply yelled
"By a Wizard's bones, Reava.... Why are you so good at this?" And Lill, or Lillian had very light, almost platinum blonde shoulder length hair. Just screamed
"Reava Reava........ Thump?
I turned around, afrad that she was having another one of the frequent shaking episodes that she had been having since her very complicated birth where both she and my mother had almost died. However, when I turned, all I saw was my pet obsidian dragon, Buzz. Buzz was jet-black with a tint of sappire, and somewhat smaller compared to other dragons, and he had a faulty wing that sometimes stopped him from flying long distances. But, he did have the power to turn into a force unable to be seen, which made him great at this game.
"Hi boy, Want to go home?"
When we returned home to the castle, our mother, Levacia asked us how our trip was.
"Reava only won because Lill was so loud." Xavier mumbled grumpily.
"Well......." I said a I picked him up and put him on my back. "I guess we'll have to make her into a Lilly stew then!"
We all laughed and started upstairs for their afternoon nap.
After reading them a story and tucking them in, I went up to my room and started packing. It had been just two short moons ago that she had recieved news. A fortnight and a half ago, My best friend Freya had had fallen into a coma, and nobody knew why. She was in perfect health, and she hadn't seen her look ill at all. Ever since that, I've had Dr. Meyer stay with her at all times, but he says that she'll likely never wake up. What I was doing was forbidden, and my mother would have my head for it. Freya was condemmed. We found each other in the darkest and dirtiest parts of the kingdom on my first attempt to run away, when I was seven. I had shown up on a grimy street corner and decided to stay ther and sleep when I was awoken by a screaming girl with flaming red hair an dark blue eyes.
"What are you doing on my corner? Fig-" The girl dropped her makeshift weapons like they had suddenly put on three hundrend pounds.
"A-are you Princess Reava?" She stammered, obviously hoping that I would say no.
"Yes...... Who are you" I asked, completely ready to attack this girl.
"I-i'm Freya......" She bowed down so far that her nose looked like it would touch the ground. "I'm so sorry princess.... I had no idea it was you. We barely ever have pictures down here, please forgive me. Don't take me to the dungeon!" She started sobbing.
"I-i would never do that to anyone! Especially not someone as young as you and I."
Then, we sat for hours talking about our lives and how different they were. Soon though, I saw the Royal guard and made her hide until I was gone. After that day, we had been best friends. It had taken years to convince my mother to let Freya into the main kingdom, but she was still not provided basic life care. Like a doctor.
This time, I would save my friend. I would not be helpless. If Freya died, She would have almost no one.
However, those two days ago, she had recieved word from Dr.Meyer. There was a cure. It was far away, and nobody knew where it was, but it was a cure.
I also had a dream. In this dream, I had been told where the antidote was, but it would be a dangerous task, and the force assured me that I would probably die. But I had to save my friend. So I packed. Two of my lightest and most tactical outfits. A hooded red and black dress thats skirt goes down to to my knees. I had gotten this down in the village the first time that I had been allowed into the deeper parts of the kingdom. The dress had costed one hundred and fifty five coin, and came with a black goat skin quiver. The other was an emerald green and hardened brown silk. This one was also a skirt, but it went almost all the way down to my ankles. As a belt I connected an old scabbard that I had been given at birth by my father onto my belt of braided rope. In the sheath, I kept the dagger that I had been given by my mother on my fourteenth birthday. "The insigna of a royal young women." She had said "You will be great." Those words had stuck with me, and still did now.
As I attempted to pull myself out of unwanted memories that wouldn't help me now.
I took one last look at the room that I had grown up in. I remembered the ebony wood crib that had been replaced with a four poster bed when I turned three, and my box of toys that I had kept my mahogany wood dolls and fake daggers that I had taken against my mothers wishes, had been superceded by a tall oaken bookshelf on my eighth birthday.
Tears filled my eyes as I saw the book that I had read to my sister every night since the day she had been born. "The Fairytales of Dom". Soon though, I was gone. Tearing through the halls like the thief that had attempted to steal my mothers crown last summer. Not realizing where I was, I instictively stopped at Xavier's room.
