Her Wings (PSS, #2) ✔️

Chapter 0: Protector

Weaving her seemly fragmented yet unbroken asset,

A hard responsibility bestowed beyond not lucid casket,

Wings not of her environment,
breathe to life like the child in the wilds survived the moment,

The deployed warrior's fall,

her unique wings atlast flapped in bold,

within a melancholic call and a revelation unfold.
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BEYOND THE little tree growing in a pot at a corner of a balcony from the Beryllion Palace, a sob of agony could be heard coming from a child who seemed to be crying alone for a couple of times and for the past few days. There was no one to tap her shoulders, to caress her back nor to console her grieved heart.

Why is the world so unfair? Of all people, why her?

A man wearing a black uniform with a sword and rifle on his back suddenly came to approach the little girl. He is a member of knighthood or of merit such as legion of honor in the Kingdom of Beryllion and he's on his way to the bailey when he heard a sob. The sobs could be heard by many for the past days and it doesn't stop so the chevalier finally decided to advance the area to check the circumstance. And to his surprise, it was the Princess!

Princess Emerald.

He nigh on the little girl who cannot stop from crying, "What's wrong, Princess?" He asked.

Emerald suddenly turned her gaze on him. She confusedly glanced at his uniform and soon stared at the weaved name, Chevalier Grock, realizing he's one of the best knights in their Kingdom, she looks away and bows a little in shame.

"No-nothing," she hiccuped and wiped her tears as she turned her back on him.

The chevalier drew nearer, the moment he reached her, he suddenly pat her back to cheer her failed heart.

"You want to play?" He asked.

She shook her head, "I want to fly..."

The man smiled, right, this princess is struggling to fly, "You can and you will."

"When?"

The chevalier shrugged, "I don't know."

Her tears poured even more traipsing her rosy cheeks escaping from her irritated eyes, "I want to fly..."

"Yes you will, someday. But right now, you need someone to protect you." The man said and smiled as he pat her head, "So that whenever you stumble and fall, there will always be someone who'll catch you."

"W-will you do that for me, Sire?"

The man shook his head, "I can't, that someone should be at your age or near your age. I am getting older and I promised my loyalty to your sister."

Emerald looked away in shame and sadness, she's suddenly broken with what the knight had said, "I know no one. I won't be harmed whenever my protector is around?" She innocently asked.

"Yes, even if you couldn't fly. Your protector will always come to lift you in the air."

She turned her gaze down, "I know no one, nobody wants me. I am weak."

"You ain't weak," the man stood up and traipsed the way to the door, but he looked back once again to face her who's still disappointed with whatever event happening in her life. "I shall go, princess."

"Sire, I think I won't be able to meet my protector."

The man smiled, "I know someone, you don't have to worry."

"Is he a prince?"

"How did you it was a he?"

She shook her head, "It just came out from my mouth, Sire."

The man smiled, "He'll be your protector."

She watched as the man stepped out on the balcony, and the thing she couldn't forget was his smile, uniform, sword and posture. What does he mean? Will he look for someone to protect her? For the moment, she somehow changed her mind. She want to fly, but if she can't, then atleast she should have that protector the Knight had partly offered her. Or perhaps, a protector and mentor at the same time to help her fly. Better, isn't it?

HE SIGHED. He should stop doing this. He should really stop. But he can't. He promised, and he never break promises. Especially because he promised to someone very important, to the man he could build a statue for such great respect if only he had money. His father.

Why did his father asked him to protect the Princess who cannot fly? His Knight father asked him a favor, and he took it as a promise. And now he's struggling, how could he even protect her when she's placed in the highest room where no one like him is able to reach?

He stared at the tower once again. This time, his aim would be perfect. He'll reach it, he'll protect her, that's a promise.

"All right. Practice makes perfect, or if not, atleast practice makes it work. I'm coming princess, see you soonest."