Forged With the Elements

(2) Princess

Chapter 2

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"Being brave isn't the absence of fear.

Being brave is having that fear and finding a way through it."

~ Bear Grylls

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Zephyr

Why do they have to wake me up so damn early in the morning!?

Why couldn't we have this meeting in the afternoon?

The afternoon, where the sun is fully shining, and the cities are bustling with people and mystical creatures from all over the kingdom.

It's the time of day where it's filled with brightness and laughter, the time of day where there's no darkness.

Woah, chill Zephyr. Too early for deep thoughts, I say to myself, as I walk down the large hallway of the Air palace.

My footsteps echo throughout the empty hallway with each step I take. I run my fingers through my curly bed head locks and turn to the look out the window. The window is as tall as the ceiling, which is so high it could be touching the sky.

The wooden oak frames outline the tall glass window, scaling up along the side and then curving downwards at the top continuing it's descent. I peer out the window, raising my right hand in front of my face to shield my eyes from the sunlight.

My eyes flow downwards toward the ever green trees, still hiding in the shadows, the sun not reaching it yet.

The family of trees wraps itself along the palace walls, providing another barrier between the outside and inside.

Scanning my eyes to the left, I notice four guards changing posts with each other. They quickly raise up the iron gates, the only entrance and exit to the palace, and swap places, standing straight in their positions as they hold the hilt of their swords.

I slightly tilt my head up, focusing on the landscape outwards, beyond the castle. I follow the stone bridge with my eyes, leading me to the heart of the kingdom.

I could only see the roofs of the buildings where the light shines on a small portion of the shingles. A few people are slowly zooming through the air, taking a morning flight.

Even though I'm not a morning person, the morning scenery is truly captivating. Maybe I'll paint it, if I had the strength to get up early in the mornings.

Lost in my thoughts, I failed to hear footsteps echoing behind me.

"Ahem," a deep voice clears their throat while lightly tapping my shoulder. I turn around and find a pair of dark green eyes staring right at me.

The person has their arms crossed and jaw clenched, waiting for a reply.

"Ah, Terran!" I say slapping his shoulder. "How are you?"

His face is as still as stone, looking a bit angry with his arched brows.

"Aren't you suppose to be at the meeting?" he asks with his loud, deep voice.