PROLOGUE

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Ten years earlier.
"I can't find Gaelyn !" Samantha screamed to me. My head whirled around in confusion. The siege on our kingdom was bad. Mother and father were dead in the castle, they were shot with poisoned arrows. And now we couldn't find our little sister. Panic was everywhere. I hugged Samantha tightly to my heaving breasts. The soldiers would soon be here, we had to find Gaelyn and fast. We heard the hoofs of horses approaching and we fled wide-eyed into a nearby bush.
Four soldiers appeared with a little girl. My hand went up, concealing my gaping mouth. It was Gaelyn. A fifth man appeared on a horse with a little boy in front of him. He looked like royalty and I recognized him, he was King Hansen and the little boy by his side was Prince Elvis. I opened my seven-year old mouth wide. To my uttermost horror the king ordered Gaelyn to be killed, perhaps thinking that she was the only child of our parents. Then, before my eyes and Samantha's, Gaelyn was slashed into two and the halves of her precious delicate body were left on the ground. Blood and internal organs were everywhere. I gasped, tears coursing down my face. Prince Elvis buried his nine-year old  face in his father's bosom, sobbing. I was furious and I vowed to myself that as the firstborn female child I would avenge my parents' deaths and most of all, Gaelyn.

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