To Hide a Princess

Chapter One

The only thing that anyone has to know about me is that I am dangerous.

A bow and arrow is weapon of choice and let's just say that fifteen years of practice have left me with a perfect killing shot. I was certainly not a conventional princess but it was me and I was never willing to be someone else just to fulfill my role.

My name is Elemmire Seregon and this was my story.

I was the youngest child of King Elerosse Seregon and Queen Enelya Seregon of the kindom between skies, Eldarwen.

This was my home for 15 years as the youngest princessa of the Seregon line with two older brothers, Lenwe and Camthalion, an older sister, Earwen Seregon, and younger brother, Orophin Seregon.

My family were all royal elves in the peaceful land that my family has rules for centuries. My parents were good rulers who kept at peace with all other kingdoms so we were never at war; at least we weren't at war until then.

'Then' is during the rise of Sauron. In the wave of war spreading across the kingdom, Eldarwen was burned to ruins and taken by the orcs with few left alive. We fought until we could no longer fight and we fought until we no longer lived.

My whole family was killed that day and only I was left alive.

Even little Oro who was only eleven was killed in the bloody slaughter. They had no mercy and kept no prisoners. I was one of the lucky ones but really? Was I really? I had to watch desperately as all my siblings, their mates and my parents were killed. Little Oro hadn't even had a chance to find his mate yet, he was so young. He had never even experienced true love!

Elves all have one true mate and all royals will have another royal as their mate. It's not our discrimination, only nature's law. I was supposed to have my mating ball on my 16th where all the other royals from near around come to a ball in hope that one will be my other soul half.

I don't even know if I have a mate now. They were most likely killed in the slaughter and I'm too evil to have a mate anyway. I'm broken. The only way I survived the war was from my fighting talent from all those years practice. I always knew I wasn't the same as perfect Earwen or my mother Enelya so why should I try. I followed my love of the hunt and became the best.

I survived for three years taking my one remaining horse and all the gold I could carry. I would sleep at inns when I could and buy a little food here and there but mostly I slept in the wild and scavenged for food. I did have run ins with orcs and all but i'm still alive today just about. That's the only problem, I'm running out of all the money and I really don't want to sell my horse, Aranel. He was the one thing I had left. This meant I was going to have to settle and I really didn't want to settle in one place. I could fight but I really didn't have enough skills to earn money in a new kingdom.

But here I am now and I have to do what I have to do I suppose.