The Cursed Kingdom (In another world of the wyrdgate)

Chapter 1

Hi gals! This is my first fanfic so I know it sucks but thanks a lot of bothering to read! All comments and criticism are welcomed. Also, if you have any ideas for the next chapters or for the story, feel free to type it in the comments!

Ok I know I'm very boring so let's get to the story!

"Run, sister!" Someone from her right screamed frantically. It sounded so much like her elder sister, but she couldn't hear it. Couldn't hear anything but silence in her mind, her body. All around her were the people of Elonae. Dead. She had once sworn to protect and now failed. Not just failed, but failed tremendously. She didn't care. Didn't care anymore when an axe flew in her direction, implying it in someone's head, the sound of bones being broken under the axe was heard across the world. She screamed and screamed and screamed but no one could hear her. What has she done, what has she done, what has she done...

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Elaine Ayrshire hurled herself out of the dream, nearly vomiting all over her bedroom floor. It was agony. Agony to see her eldest sister wise and strong. Agony to see the people of Elonae, her friends and family. That dream was a vision. A tell of the future. One of the many gifts given to her by her siblings when she was young, thus making her the most powerful person known. Or should have been. Here in Arranna, the kingdom of the South of Elonae, magic is no longer able to be used. It has been wiped out due to some ancient curse on the land five hundred years ago that has still left everyone pondering about. Though she cannot understand why some of her gifts are still able to be used. She looked at the mantle clock on the wall. Three in the morning.

Her mind jumped from thoughts to thoughts, making her unable to sleep. When the clock chimed six in the morning, she gave up on sleep entirely. Groaning, she quickly got out of bed and went to dress herself for her meeting with His Majesty after breakfast.

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The council room was quiet, his Father's two Lords flanking him and he sat two seats away from his Father knowing that he looked pissed as hell.

"I received a letter from Elonae, noting that they no longer want to have a free trade with us. They would want a price of three silvers per trade and I find that utterly unacceptable." Murmurs broke out in the quiet room. "I have given them two months to answer a letter I recently sent. Shall they decline, I will give you, General, further instructions." King Darann of Arranna, his Father, announced.

He reluctantly cleared throat and said, "Elonae probably did so because they have been running low on their coffers and they too need to feed their people. I suggest, Father, that you reconsider and work on terms with them." Crown Prince Stephen insisted. Like his father, Stephen was tall, broad-shouldered and muscularly built. His urban-brown hair styled and sea blue eyes fixed their attention wholly on him. If his Father was ice, he was fire. He is always challenging things. His Father has done many nasty things that made him wish he could undo it all. Seated on the opposite side of him was his Father's most loyal General, Elaine Ayrshire. Oh gods, she looked like she was going to puke her guts up. Though he has never talked much with her, he once heard a rumor that she was from Elonae. He had seen her train, kill and rage but had never seen her looking so sick over an announcement on Elonae. All the other meetings of that kingdom, she had looked just fine but this... Perhaps, the rumors were true after all.

"Elonae has become a handful lately, " His attention snagging back to his Father, "and this shall be their last and final warning. Shall they not heed, I will not hesitate to cut off all trade with them from us." His Father coolly continued. Stephen opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by the single hand that his father raised. " This is not open for debate, Prince. And if you were to do anything ridiculous, your life shall be forfeit son or not. This meeting is over. " Stiffening, Stephen stood up, bowed to his Father with all the courage he had left, and walked out of the council room using all his self-restraint to keep his mouth shut.