As a kit, I was destined for great things. As a princess, I was destined to make things better. As a student, great things were expected from me. As a daughter, I was to be great. I never really had a chance. I never stood a chance when I was Named.
I heard it all the time. Destined for great things. My mother and father said it, the servants whispered it, my nurse sang it to me, I was told that I was going to be great, but as a kit, it made no sense, and if I was honest, it still doesn't. Why? How could I make a difference in this broken world? I'm the face that all the hurt souls blame. I'm rich, protected and pampered and the worst of all, I am a Katrrior. I'm something no elf, human or even a Kelf would want to be seen with. Some of my people are cruel to those we rule. I guess that is one reason that I fled, but the main reason? I was a coward. I didn't want to married off; I wanted to be free. If I had just done what I was told then I would not be forced into so many situations that forced my claws.
If you really want to know who I am and who I was, then I must start at the beginning. Not my beginning, even though, that is very important, but the beginning of this world. I'll get to me, don't fret. Everything always comes to those who run away.
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Running Away
Romance"I'm not going to let others rule my life!" Lord cries fiercely, his fangs bared at River. The taller male gently sets a hand on Lord's shoulder, "then don't, but take care to not become what you are running from." His deep melodious voice states so...
