My Precious Magi((Magi Fanfic))

Chapter 47 - Syzelle

Amyra and I were born as princesses of our country. We were young and naive at that time however our father feared that the superstitious belief that first-borne twins will only bring chaos and confusion will endanger our lives that is why he sent us to a place that no one else knew.

Our country has never been open to ther countries. We were secluded mainly because of the fear that they might discover our secret and want to take over our kingdom to monopolize it.

Underneath the castle dungeon, there was this so called place where magic beasts were running rampant. Only the king and royal family knew of this matter but our country has a gateway that connects it to the dark continent.

The royal family had acted as a guard keeper for this secret not because of the magic beast but because of the beasts in human clothing.

We grew up in an environment were magic beasts were our playmates. Though it didn't last long, since they found that Amyra and I are what you called as once in a thousand years prodigy. They made Amyra, who couldn't hide her recklessness the guard keeper while I managed the kingdom.

I was taken and undergone many changes at the age of 4. They sent me countless of books from who knows where it came from and studied without appearing outside of the room. All the changes had made me cold and dull only doing the things that were ordered for me to do for the sake of the kingdom. I love my parents and they love me back but due to the constraints that the kingdom had given to them, they had no choice and left me to do this by myself.

The ministers sould visit once in a while but they would always have a question prepared when they come. It made me feel like they were waiting for me to commit a mistake and laugh at me for my deed. It was pressuring but I struggled not to meet their expection. An expectation that I never  wanted to meet.

It was at that point when I heard a voice calling me. The voice was so warm and soothing that it made me cry without me knowing. The voice passed me memories of someone else to help not just the kingdom but the world.

What made me cry though was not the sudden heavy responsibility that was placed upon me but the woman that owned this memories. She was bright and happy despite being locked in a tower that used her as a supply.

She was a happy and bright child that made anyone happy just being with her. Then I learned she has a sister. Not totally sister but she treated the girl as her sister. Sure the memory's owner was jealous of her sister's crush who later became her sister's husband, but she was happy for them.

And then one night, her sister confessed that she was pregnant with her husband's child. She was ecstasic to become an aunt and a godmother.

I was happy for her and her family and I truly wished to be like her. Even the betrayal of her family, she remained head strong for her nephew and willed herself to fight for his sake.

It was in that instant that I tried to be like her. I had already mastered all of the books therefore there is no need for me to study them and learn for me to experience it myself. I became the person in the memory and she became me.

I tried and tried my best to became her. Too hard that only one person noticed it. And who would've guessed that it was my fiance; the prince of the Kou, Kouen.

I was 15 and he's 16 just a year older than me. My father decided to welcome other nations to our land and the Kou was the first to extend their hand.

It was only two years since we've met and we've grown closer than I thought. There was this one time that i cried pretty hard and he was the ine that discovered me. It was pretty embarassing now that I remembered it so I wouldn't go on the details.

He was sweet despit his stoic and sometimes awkward look. It is also funny to watch him choose what pin he would like me to wear. Hehehe...

Then came the dark ages of our country. I didn't know how and why but my father and mother....they died. I was the one who found them. They were killed under the moonlight of their room.

It was then that I felt myself getting swallowed in darkness once again. The feelings that I have to bury started knocking wanting to come out. I immediately told Dianne, my younger sister to go outside of the country for safety.

They left at my instructions and Dylan only Dylan, Dianne's twin and Azziere, the second after us left without instructions.

However, I didn't expect that the younger brother that was always at my side to kill them himself together with the man called banker that visited in the past.

The look in his eyes told me the story and I almost barely managed to get Dylan out of the castle to avoid the more casualties.

And it was then when I found a dagger stucked in my chest. Coughing out blood, I turned to see the look of my brother whose eyes started to get clearer as he looked at me.

I lost all the strength in my body and felt my knees gave in to the ground. My senses one by one started dulling with my sight first disappearing. I could feel drops of water in my face as I squeezed out a small smile.

With my sight and hearing gone. I tried to touch the familiar warmth in hugging me. The hands that covered my hand was warm. Too warm that i could finally close my eyes feeling drowzy.

Good night everyone....