The wind blew across the balcony, creating small ripples of water in the pond below. He watched it from above, the marble balustrade two storeys up in the palace. He was waiting, waiting for something as he fiddled with his fingers clasped tightly behind him.
A sudden knock on the great oak doors brought him out of his reverie.
"Come in." he said.
A young man strode in, his silver armour glinting from the rays of the first light of dawn.
"Your Majesty, tomorrow is the day. Maya Marie has yet to inform her about her birthday 'gift'." he said, picking out a golden scroll from behind his back and handing it to him.
Unfurling it, he asked only one question, "Does anyone know of this?"
"None that I know of, Your Majesty." the soldier replied.
"Very well, then. Admiral, send him the message. It is time. Time for her to come back home."
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The Guardian of the Rose
FantasyA magical world. A ten thousand year old prophecy. A hidden secret. Diana Jean Smith wants nothing more than to graduate from her stuffy prep high school, and become a professional kickboxer, and that could only be accomplished once she turned sixte...
