I could feel the shift in the temperature. The coldness of the night started to fade away as slowly, so slowly, the sun starts to rise and bring warmth with it. Sunrise. Now, like every other unicorn, my sleeping pattern has always been to go to sleep at sunset, and wake up at sunrise. The only time I ever broke this cycle is if the prince had ever needed me to, which was once, when I had to attend a high-classed ball with him, held by one of the nobles in hopes of gaining the attention of the prince. The next day, I hadn't gotten much sleep and practically beat everyone half to death, and said a few nasty things here and there.Needless to say, the prince and everyone else, all knew to make sure I went to bed on time, unless they don't care about dying. However in my defence, the class I'd been teaching that day had been a rowdy lot, who wouldn't follow any orders I gave them. Heck, they didn't even know what the word respect was, but after that lesson they all became perfect students, and are some of the best warriors we have to this day.
I kick my blanket off e and get out of bed, walking towards a bowl of water that is kept by my window. Dipping my hands in the water, I splash my face a few times, and grab a towel to wipe away the cold water that is running down my face and neck. I lift an arm above my head, and use my other arm to try and touch my feet. I repeat this a few times, along with a few other stretches including, push-ups, sit-ups, and pull-ups. That's a lot of ups. I didn't want to go outside for my morning run, however I haven't been on my morning run these last few days. Unhappily I pull myself off the ground and head towards the door.
No one is up yet, but I didn't expect anyone to be. I quietly walk down the halls until I find the front doors to the academy. Opening the door, I am hit with the morning air. My hair flies out behind me in different directions, wanting to be free, but is held captive by my hair tie. No one has ever seen my hair down, but I don't want them to either. I'm seen as weak every day I wake up, and having my hair down makes people think I'm even weaker, because I look a lot younger than I really am. My morning runs, are the closest that someone can see me with my hair down, as my hair is usually in a high pony tail.
Shaking my head, I begin my run. I decide to just run around the school building for today, until I can become familiar with my surroundings and map out an appropriate running track. After a few laps, when the sun is higher in the sky, I decide that I should head inside, for a bath and to get dressed for my classes. The walk isn't as long as I thought it would have liked it to be, but that's something that I'll just have to deal with. Opening my door, a girl dressed in a servant's uniform is standing confused and staring at my bed. She looks to be an elf, but I can't be sure unless I actually get a good look at her.
"Can I help you?" I ask from the doorway, wanting to know what this girl is doing in my room, and searching her to see if she is a threat or not. The girl jumps in the air, and spins around, clutching at her chest as she breathes heavily.
"Oh goodness. Didn't your mother ever teach you manners?" She asks, taking a few deep breaths.
"She probably would have, if she didn't die just after I was born." I keep a straight face as she gives me a sad and pitiful look.
"I'm so sorry. Please forgive my ignorance, I did not wish to bring up something so sad to you." She apologises.
"What's there to be sorry for, or to forgive? I never knew her, so there's nothing to feel sad about." I shrug my shoulders, not really caring. She looks at me with a look full of so much sadness, that it makes me feel a little uneasy.
"You really feel that way? But it's your mother." The girl whispers harshly. I raise my hand to stop her from saying anything else that might make me bored.
"Two things. First of all, you can't feel sad about a dead person you never met. Death is just an everyday part of life and nature. Everything comes to an end eventually, so why not sooner rather than later. Secondly, you are a stranger in my room, so you have no right to start getting ticked off at me. You want to discuss this, we can take it outside, or to another location that is not my room." I say calmly, with a hint of venom in my voice, daring her to argue with me. She quickly shakes her head, backing away from me, and slightly trembling. I don't feel bad at all.
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Gathering
FantasyShe had one job and one job only. Protect the prince of a race that is slowly dying. However when she's given a different job that she must complete at all costs, for the better of the race, she is torn between what is right and wrong. People she j...