A soft glow emanated from the ornate lanterns lining my bedroom in my parents' grand estate.
As I blinked, a faint gurgle escaped my lips. I looked at myself. I was small.
Soon after, voices—hushed and distant—began to filter into my consciousness.
Hushed voices pierced the stillness. "Is she awake?" A woman's voice, presumably my mother's, tinged with worry, reached my ears.
No infant could decipher the meaning behind these sounds, and I was no exception.
Wrapped in the soft embrace of blankets, a gentle warmth cradled me, calming my infantile curiosity.
I murmured again, a soft gurgle.
Gentle hands lifted me, cradling my delicate frame. The scent of lavender and something uniquely comforting.
"Her eyes... they're so bright." A deeper voice remarked, filled with wonder.
My mother, who had black hair, responded softly, "Just like her father's. She's truly an Anastasia."
A gentle chuckle came after. "Are you saying she doesn't take after her mother? Her beauty certainly does."
In between their gentle exchanges, my infantile gaze attempted to focus on the blurry silhouettes surrounding me.
"Every day with her is going to be an adventure." The man whispered, drawing the woman close, the warmth of their embrace spilling over to me.
Amid their shared laughter and hushed conversations, a different language made its way to my ears.
「Sha au tretra.」 (She's your treasure.) An extra, blue-haired woman, our head maid and one of my mother's trusted confidants, spoke. Watching over me with a protective gaze.
My mother responded with a heartfelt, 「Inet.」 (Indeed.)
The man, presumably my father, let out a gentle chuckle. "I can't wait to show her our world," he whispered, looking down at me with adoration evident in his gaze.
Mother playfully swatted his arm. "Always so curious," she teased. "She's a baby. Let her be."
"But neither can I." She continued, her fingers delicately caressing my cheek. "But for now, she needs to rest and dream."
The blue-haired woman laughed, her voice melodic. "In time, she'll show us all she can be. The potential in her is vast."
「Sha otei ga?」 (Is she okay?) My father asked, ever the concerned parent.
My mother, with a hint of pride, responded, "She's an Anastasia. She'll be more than just 'okay'."
Softly, the father whispered, ensuring I drifted to a peaceful slumber, 「Arta.」 (Sleep.)
My days passed in a comfortable haze, a myriad of sensations and sounds painting a world I was eager to fully experience.
One evening, as I cried, the room's shadows seemed to dance, mimicking my emotions.
The blue-haired woman always said I had an unusual bond with the shadows.
The warmth of my mother's arms, the deep timbre of my father's voice singing lullabies, and the fragrance of fresh flowers were my daily companions.
My early life was a series of lessons, each day teaching me something new. But amidst this routine, a peculiar event stood out.
One afternoon, as the sun cast elongated shadows across the estate, a sealed envelope arrived, marked only with the initials 'D.K..'
"Another one?" My father's voice rose with a mix of curiosity and caution.
Mother picked up the letter, her elegant fingers tracing the seal. "It's for Lyssa, again."
I gurgled, the bright wax seal catching my attention. However, I wasn't the only one intrigued.
"The third one this month," remarked the blue-haired woman, her eyes sharp with suspicion. "Do we have any idea who D.K. is?"
Father let out a weary sigh. "Not yet, but I'll find out. Lyssa's safety is my top priority. I've sent word to the city's best investigators." He declared.
Evening arrived, and unease from those cryptic letters lingered, foreshadowing yet-to-be-unfolded events.
Blue-guarded lanterns—known to detect ill intent—were placed around the mansion. Extra guards were stationed, each vetted to protect me.
A few days later, as morning light filtered through the grand windows of the Anastasia estate, a familiar sight appeared on the dining table—yet another letter with the cryptic initials 'D.K.'
"This is becoming concerning," mused the blue-haired woman out loud, stirring her morning tea.
"'Concerning' is an understatement," replied Father, his brows furrowed. "These letters appear far too often for mere coincidence."
The dining room was momentarily filled with a tense silence, which was finally broken by Mother's calm voice. "It's essential to remain vigilant, but jumping to conclusions isn't wise."
"'Jumping to conclusions'? Livia, we need to take this seriously," Father retorted, his voice slightly raised.
"The dining room grew tense, the weight of the recurring mystery palpable. Mother finally broke the silence, her voice serene. "It's crucial to be alert, but we shouldn't jump to conclusions."
"Isn't this alarming?" Father's voice took on an edge. "These letters aren't mere chance, Livia."
"Still, panicking achieves nothing." She responded calmly, meeting his gaze.
The silence persisted for what felt like an eternity until the gentle ticking of the grandfather clock reminded everyone of the world outside.
Mother broke the silence, her voice carrying a hint of exhaustion, "Lyssa has already gone through so much, and she's just a baby."
Father sighed, "Indeed, but we need to address these letters. It's not something we can ignore."
「Inet.」 Mother acknowledged with a nod.
Suddenly, the door to the dining room opened, revealing the house's head butler. "Excuse the intrusion, sir, madam. Another letter has arrived."
Father's eyes narrowed. "Is it...?"
"Yes," the butler responded solemnly, "marked with the initials 'D.K.'"
A tense atmosphere enveloped the room. The blue-haired woman leaned forward, her expression serious. "These letters... there's something about them that doesn't sit well with me."
Mother would often clutch the letters with a worried expression, her gaze far away. "Who is this D.K., and what do they want with our Lyssa?" She'd murmur, more to herself than anyone else.
A maid, dressed in pristine white, entered. "Excuse my intrusion, but it's time for Miss Lyssa's feeding."
Mother gently picked me up, looking into my bright eyes. "Let's leave the worries for later. Right now, our focus is on her."
With every passing day, month, and year, the grand manor of Anastasia became more familiar. Every corner held a memory, and every room was a new adventure.
By the time my first birthday arrived, I had started echoing the words I heard around me. Echoes of laughter and joy enveloped the grand hall of the Anastasia estate.
「Watai Ushita!」(I'm one!) I managed to vocalise.
Livia, my mother, chuckled softly, bending down to my level, her black hair cascading like a waterfall. 「Inet, Lyssa.」
A few months flew by, each day filled with more lessons and discoveries. On one such day, as I played in the garden under the watchful eyes of the blue-haired woman, a vibrant butterfly caught my attention.
"Look!" I pointed, excitement evident in my voice.
The blue-haired woman, following my gaze, smiled gently. "It's beautiful, isn't it?"
On my third birthday, the estate seemed more vibrant than ever, adorned with golden ornaments and scarlet banners.
"I can't believe she's already three!" remarked one of the maids, watching me confidently stride through the halls. There was an infectious aura of pride around, not just because of my growth but also due to the joyous expansion of our family.
Beside me, toddling with a mix of determination and clumsiness, were Amara and Lorien—my younger siblings.
They had been welcomed into our world not too long after my second birthday. Their cherubic smiles and infectious laughter brought renewed vigour to the house.
While I, being the eldest, had always been the centre of attention, their birth shifted some of that focus, enveloping the estate in a vibrant tapestry of mirth and sibling camaraderie.
It was evident that the Anastasia lineage was flourishing.
By the time I turned five, the grandeur of the Anastasia estate was no longer daunting. I roamed its halls with the confidence of a princess in her castle.
A few minutes later, Mother shouted, "Begin!"
And my training began.
Each morning, under the watchful gaze of the blue-haired woman, I'd practise controlling the shadows.
"Focus, Lyssa." She'd instruct me as I tried to manipulate the shadows into distinct forms.
The serene garden echoed with my soft grunts of effort, with birds occasionally chirping in encouragement.
Afternoons were for language. Mother would sit me down, teaching me the intricacies of Shantai.
"Repeat after me." She'd gently instruct, ensuring my pronunciation was perfect.
By evening, physical training awaited.
Dodging, running, jumping—pushing my body to its limits. The grounds of the estate bore witness to my relentless drive.
My nights? They were spent with my father, teaching me about weak points and opportunities.
My continued training sessions became more intense with each passing day.
Internally, I often found myself questioning the rigorous routines. Why such intensive training? Why me? I'm only five.
Every time I posed the question, my father would pause, a flicker of hesitation in his eyes.
"It's... not something you need to worry about."
In contrast, my mother's responses were laced with allusions to a shadowy event from our family's past.
I pushed aside my burgeoning doubts, redirecting my attention to the present tasks.
An evening sun drenched the estate in golden hues as I faced a wooden dummy that felt like Lyratium, my small figure casting an elongated shadow.
With every punch and kick, I felt a connection—a strange sync with the shadows that trailed my movements.
A voice echoed from behind: "Lyssa! Again!" It was the blue-haired woman, her eyes sharp, observing every nuance of my movement.
Deep breath. I lunged, my focus coursing through my veins. Shadows converged, enfolding the wooden adversary as my punch landed with force.
The dummy splintered, breaking into pieces that scattered in all directions.
A gasp of astonishment swept through the courtyard, followed by a thunderous applause, creating a chaotic symphony of surprise and celebration.
The exhilaration of this unexpected victory washed over me, a moment forever etched in my memory.
Amidst the laughter, I noticed a familiar figure approaching—Mother, a playful reprimand in her gaze.
"I hope that wasn't one of the antique dummies." She teased me, scooping me into her arms.
I puffed up my chest, holding a fragment of the dummy like a trophy. "It looked at me funny."
Mother's laughter, light and melodic, echoed through the courtyard.
"Let's get you cleaned up. There's cake waiting, and I've heard it's your favourite."
The evening wore on, filled with merriment and whispered stories of days gone by. Yet, as the night deepened, a certain stillness settled—a prelude to what lay ahead.
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1.1
I woke up, the dark recesses of my eyelids faded, and I stepped out of bed.
It was my seventh birthday today, and I heard something big was happening the day after.
I had expected someone to wake me or Amara to jump on me.
"Maybe I woke up too early?" I considered as I glared at the door, half-expecting someone to burst in.
After waiting a significant moment, I was surprised that nothing had occurred as I had anticipated.
And I took slow and prudent steps towards my grand door, pulling the handle narrowly and peering through the small gap.
No one was there.
I was baffled but a bit relieved that Amara wasn't anywhere nearby. She was the equivalent of "You will not rest as long as I'm here!" though, as a very hyperactive six-year-old with a slight sister complex attempting to be evil.
When I knew no one was in front of my room, I stepped out into the immense hallway that felt like it stretched out to infinity.
It took a while of walking, but I eventually made it down the main stairs and into the Great Hall.
Still, no one was there.
And it was very quiet.
At this point, I could already tell they were planning to surprise me. Probably in the dining room.
And of course, I walked towards the entrance to the dining room and took a deep breath before walking in.
Crowds were not my thing, and being forced into one only made things worse. Birthday parties, however, were just a waste of time for me. But one day, I decided to enjoy them while they lasted.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
The jubilant shout marked the commencement of the celebration, and a harmonious blend of calmer 'Happy Birthdays' resonated throughout the room.
Balloons and confetti filled the air as my family gathered around me; their faces were glowing with excitement.
The room was decorated with colourful ornaments, and a delicious smell wafted from the table filled with my favourite dishes.
"Lyssa, happy birthday! Did you see the decorations? I helped put up the balloons!"
Amara rushed up to me with happiness written all over her face.
"Thank you, Amara. They look pretty."
I looked at her, trying my best not to smile. In case she teased me for it again.
The party was as I expected. It's the same every year. But this time, one thing was different.
My father wasn't here.
Normally, my father was the first one to run up to me after the 'Happy Birthday' thing. But he didn't. Which prompted me to look around.
He was absent.
And I wondered where he was.
One of the maid's voices cut through the celebratory din.
"Lyssa, your father had urgent matters to attend to. He sends his deepest apologies and wishes you the happiest of birthdays."
I simply nodded at the information, but my eyes hinted at a tinge of betrayal and disappointment. I could tell the maid noticed.
But before I could get a chance to think about my father, my mother appeared in front of me with a big smile on her face.
"Happy birthday, my dear! You look so beautiful today!"
My expression instantly turned from one of disappointment to pure excitement. Which was still strange to me.
"Thank you, Mother."
"I'm glad you're enjoying your birthday."
Mother's eyes twinkled with excitement. She definitely had something to say.
"What's going on, Mother? You look happy."
"Yes, actually. I have a surprise for you!"
Mother began bouncing on her toes.
"What is it? Tell me."
Mother grinned.
"Close your eyes and count to ten."
I did as she asked, feeling a sense of anticipation building in my chest.
I could hear everything else much better; I felt like I was eavesdropping on people's conversations.
When I reached ten, I opened my eyes to find two distinct invitation cards in my mother's hand.
"What... are these for?"
"Happy birthday, Lyssa. This year, your celebration extends beyond our walls."
Mother chuckled as I took both cards and pointed to the card in my right hand.
"That card is an invitation to the Monarchy Selection Ceremony tomorrow. Specifically, the new Queen Selection."
"The one on your left..."
Mother paused—an excited gleam etched onto her face—trying to create suspense, and I was getting even more curious about what the left one was.
"What is it?"
"It's an invitation to your new school!"
"New... School? But why? I'm fine with being homeschooled."
"Well. I decided that you being at home all day isn't good for you. So you're going to be starting school next month."
I gazed at her, the implications sinking in, and a slight smile forged on my face. Mother thought about my well-being, and that made me happy.
A little too happy.
"Thank you, mother."
I hugged her as tightly as I could. Not even realising that Amara had watched the whole thing.
Amara, always eager to be part of any excitement, tugged at my sleeve.
"Lyssa, what's the surprise? Can I see?"
I crouched down to her eye level, giving her a conspiratorial smile.
"It's a secret, Amara. But don't worry, you'll know soon enough."
She pouted, her six-year-old curiosity evident in her big, innocent eyes.
"Fine, but you better tell me everything later!"
As I stood back up, Lorien, the youngest but incredibly observant at five years old, tugged at the hem of my dress.
"Lyssa, why no Dad? Is he not liking your birthday?"
"No, Lorien, Dad had something important to do. He sends his wishes, though."
I ruffled his hair gently, offering a reassuring smile when, in reality, even I didn't know where he went.
Lorien then noticed the cards I was holding in my hand.
"What's that, Lyssa? Are those for me?"
"Not this time, Lorien. These are for me, and it's a big surprise."
"Lyssa is going to a new school, Lorien!"
Amara chimed in uninvitedly, and Lorien's eyes widened, the excitement mirrored on his face.
"A school? Can I come too?"
I shook my head.
"Not this time, little brother. Maybe when you're a bit older."
"Oh, okay."
Lorien ran off into the crowd, and I stared in his direction for a while.
"He's five years old and will be starting his training soon. I wonder if he'll be able to handle it." I pondered as I remembered my own training sessions, which still continue to this day.
The rest of the day went on as every other birthday party in a high-class family would.
Family and guests mingled, their laughter harmonising with the soft notes of a grand piano.
After some time, I went outside as the party was finishing.
The cold breeze brushed against my face; it was oddly soothing considering the coldness of winter.
The door creaked behind me, and I turned, expecting Amara or Lorien. Instead, it was Thalia, my other sister, the same age as Amara.
"Lyssa, why are you out here alone?"
Thalia asked in a curious voice as she took quick and careless steps towards me.
I glanced back at the fading celebration inside, the echoes of laughter becoming distant.
"I just needed a breath of fresh air. Birthdays can be overwhelming."
Thalia joined me, the cold breeze rustling through her hair. We stood there for a moment.
I turned to her, about to speak. But before I could do so, a female voice called out my name.
"Mother's calling you."
Thalia turned to me with a smile on her face.
"What does Mother need?" I asked.
"I don't know, but you better not keep her waiting."
I nodded and headed back towards the once-festive atmosphere inside. Thalia followed close behind.
Mother noticed our return and beckoned me over.
"Lyssa, dear, come here. There's something I'd like you to see."
I exchanged a quick glance with Thalia before approaching Mother.
The excitement in her eyes mirrored the anticipation bubbling within me.
Amid the crowd, she handed me a small, intricately wrapped box.
"Happy birthday, Lyssa. This is a special gift from me."
I carefully unwrapped the box, revealing a delicate silver pendant with a black gem at its centre.
It emitted a faint glow, captivating everyone around.
Mother beamed.
"It's a family heirloom, passed down through generations. Wear it with pride."
"It's beautiful, Mother." I said, genuinely touched by the family heirloom.
I noticed Amara approaching Thalia.
They exchanged excited whispers, probably plotting ways to sneak into my room and admire the pendant later.
After a short while, I found myself standing by the grand windows overlooking the estate grounds.
I stood there, gazing up at the celestial canvas, lost in thought, until Thalia joined me. She, too, was captivated by the starlit sky above us.
"Lyssa, do you think the stars have stories too?"
"The stars?"
I turned to her, intrigued by her question.
"I think they have stories too, like about faraway places, people who forgot about love, and big space adventures. Maybe each twinkle is like a little part of a story, and we're just watching and wondering what happens next."
Thalia's eyes widened, absorbing my words as if they were constellations forming a story only she could decipher.
As I opened my eyes, Thalia and I shared a knowing smile.
"Maybe we should make our own stories."
Thalia's face lit up with excitement as she nodded in agreement.
"Yes! Let's create our own stories, just like the stars. We could imagine characters with extraordinary powers and send them on thrilling quests through the vast expanse of the universe!"
I could see her imagination taking flight; her mind was already crafting intricate plotlines and vivid landscapes.
The night sky seemed to shimmer with anticipation, as if it too were eager to witness the tales we would weave.
[THE NEXT DAY]
I woke up.
Something big was happening today. I remembered the cards I got from my mother: 'That card is an invitation to the Monarchy Selection Ceremony tomorrow. Specifically, the new Queen Selection'
A ceremony for a new queen was something I had expected, as the old one died of unknown causes a few months ago.
I heard a knock on my door. They sounded like Mother's knocks—slow and deliberate—and the door opened slowly.
There she was, standing before me in her best dress and pearls. Her hair was perfectly coiffed, and her makeup was flawless.
She carried herself with such grace and dignity that it was impossible not to be in awe of her.
She was a vision of beauty, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of reverence in her presence.
As she moved towards me with careful steps, her warm smile indicated that she cared deeply about my well-being.
"Lyssa, dear. You know what today is, right?"
My mother beamed as she looked at me, awaiting my response.
And my response was a nod.
"Yes, Mother, I do."
Mother smiled wider, clearly pleased.
"Good, now. I want you to get ready. We don't want to miss the ceremony now, do we?"
I smiled back at her, feeling a sense of happiness and contentment at the prospect of spending the day with my mother, whatever it may bring.
"No, Mother, we don't."
"Alrighty then!" She began.
「Wataita harupu au.」(I'll help you.)
Mother grabbed my clothes. And I sat down as she combed my hair, humming a cheerful tune.
"Lyssa, dear, you look beautiful."
Mother remarked, her eyes gleaming with pride.
"Thank you, mother."
I replied, a slight blush creeping onto my cheeks.
Mother continued to hum as she styled my hair, her gentle touch conveying a deep affection for me.
After a while, I stood up and admired myself in the mirror.
"Lyssa, are you ready to go?"
Mother asked, her excitement evident.
"Yes, Mother, I am."
"Great, let's not waste any time."
With that, we made our way out of my room and into the main hall near the entrance of the manor.
I noticed that Amara, Thalia, and Lorien were all ready as well. I hadn't expected this, and I tugged at Mother's dress.
"Mother, I thought only you and I were going."
"Change of plans, Lyssa. Your siblings wanted to join as well."
Mother responded with a slight chuckle. But I just stared at her with a tiny bit of worry carved into my face.
"Don't worry, Lyssa. I've made sure they'll be safe."
Mother reassured me, her confidence putting my worries to rest.
"Okay, mother."
We made our way out of the manor and into the carriage that awaited us.
The ride was relatively uneventful, with only the occasional bump in the road breaking the silence.
After a while, we arrived at the heart of Valkami, the kingdom I lived in.
I noticed people lined up as if they were shielding our carriage from any harm.
I guess that's what happens when your family is loved by everyone. Even the monarchs.
The carriage came to a halt, and Mother was the first to step out.
"Lyssa, kids. Come, it's time."
Mother beckoned, her excitement palpable.
I was the second to step out, followed by Amara, Thalia, and Lorien.
People cheered and waved as we made our way towards the Monarchy Selection Ceremony.
I could hear their voices echoing throughout the streets, their joy and admiration for my family filling me with a sense of pride.
As we approached the grand entrance of the ceremony, the cheers grew louder, and the air was buzzing with anticipation.
Mother turned to me and my siblings her eyes twinkling with excitement.
"Are you kids ready?"
We simply nodded, except for Amara, who squealed like a madwoman on helium.
"Yes, mother, we're ready." I spoke.
Mother smiled, her pride and confidence in me shining through.
"Then let's not waste any time."
We stepped through the grand entrance. The area was crowded with people. Among those people were nobles and royals.
I could hear the hushed whispers and excited murmurs of everyone watching.
Someone, however, caught my eye.
A lone, yellow-haired girl who looked about the same age as me was encased by the crowd. She was wearing a fancy-looking dress and looked like she was about to cry.
[Illustration]
Our eyes met, but only for a brief moment, and I could tell she was terrified.
No one else in my family seemed to notice.
I, however, lingered for a bit, and my curiosity piqued.
"Mother, I'll catch up."
I whispered.
"Lyssa, dear, is everything alright?"
Mother turned to me, her concern apparent.
"Yes, Mother, everything's fine. I just saw someone."
"Oh, okay. Be quick, Lyssa."
I quickly walked over in the direction of the girl, weaving my way through the sea of people.
As I got closer, her fear became more apparent.
I could tell she was anxious and unsure of what to do.
"Hey, are you okay?"
I asked, my voice barely audible amidst the din.
"I-I'm fine. Just nervous."
Her voice trembled, her anxiety threatening to overwhelm her.
"What's your name?"
"F-Fides... Mirus... I think."
"Hello, Fides Mirus. I'm Lyssa Anastasia."
Fides's eyes widened in surprise, and she stuttered.
"A-Anastasia?!"
"Yeah. Do you want to come with me?"
Fides looked contemplative for a moment, and after some deliberation, she nodded slowly.
I reached out and gently took her hand, leading her through the thronging crowd.
Fides stayed close to me, clearly worried about getting separated.
It was then that I asked her the question that had been on my mind: "Where are your parents?"
Fides hesitated before answering, her voice barely audible over the surrounding commotion. "I don't... I don't have parents. I've been alone for as long as I can remember."
A pang of empathy struck me. The revelry of the occasion seemed distant as I processed Fides's words.
"Alone? How did you end up here?"
Fides glanced down, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her elegant dress.
"I... I heard about the Monarchy Selection Ceremony and thought maybe I could find a place to belong. But now, I'm not so sure."
"You don't have to be alone, Fides. You can join us for the ceremony. My family won't mind."
Her eyes widened, a mix of surprise and gratitude.
"You'd do that for me?"
"Of course. No one should feel alone, especially on a day like this."
We resumed our journey through the crowd, with Fides now wearing a tentative smile. As we approached the entrance, my family's faces came into view. Mother's concerned expression softened when she saw Fides.
"Lyssa, who's your friend?"
She asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"This is Fides Mirus. She got separated from her family."
"Oh, Fides, you're safe with us."
Fides gave a shy smile, seemingly comforted by Amara's words.
Suddenly, Thalia squealed in excitement.
"It's starting!"
The enthusiastic exclamation from Thalia resonated, marking the beginning of the spectacle. The crowd hushed, eyes fixed on the ceremonial stage.
I glanced at Fides, her eyes wide with a mix of curiosity and nervousness. It occurred to me that this was likely her first exposure to such a grand event.
"You'll be fine, Fides. Just enjoy the show." I whispered, while even being curious about the event myself.
Mother, sensing my curiosity, leaned closer. "This is a significant event, Lyssa. The selection of the new queen shapes the destiny of our kingdom. Pay attention."
I nodded, absorbing the weight of the moment. I knew that this decision would have far-reaching consequences for our kingdom and its people.
Fides, despite her initial apprehension, seemed captivated by the grandeur unfolding before her.
And then, a booming voice echoed through the venue, announcing a revelation that would shake the foundations of the kingdom. The crowd gasped, and Fides clutched my arm, her eyes wide with a mixture of awe and fear.
And then it happened.
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1.2
The air was suddenly filled with a silent yet sharp scream, emanating from a nearby location.
A moment later, a fearful cry erupted, causing the gathered crowd to instinctively turn and search for the source of the commotion.
I could feel Fides trembling in my arms, her grip on me growing even tighter.
She looked up at me with wide eyes, and I could see pure fear in them. I knew I had to do something to calm her down.
But suddenly, a red substance splattered across us all. And I could hear the gasp of my mother as she witnessed what happened.
I could tell what the substance was.
It was blood.
"Lyssa, what's happening?"
Fides' voice quivered, mirroring the uncertainty in her wide eyes. I took a deep breath, my mind racing to find a way to reassure her.
"It's going to be okay, Fides. Stay close to my mother, alright?"
She nodded slightly and slowly, and she walked over to Mother.
I noticed Mother looking all around for me; a worried face was etched onto her face as she called out my name amongst the crowd.
I took my time to assess the situation; there were four dead bodies. All of them being elite guards. One of the highest and hardest roles to be assigned to.
Whoever the perpetrator was was clearly powerful and had no qualms about taking out high-ranking guards.
I heard a laugh boom from the direction where the scream came from.
The laughter sent slight chills down my spine.
It was a man's voice.
He was laughing. He was enjoying it.
Enjoying killing.
Mother rushed towards me, embracing me tightly.
"Lyssa, are you hurt? Are you okay?"
Her voice was filled with worry.
"Yes, I'm fine. But we need to get Fides somewhere safe."
"Of course. Let's go."
We quickly made our way through the panicked crowd.
I, however, secretly stayed back.
Mother and Fides didn't notice, due to the panic and confusion.
I needed to see who the evil person was.
And why was he here?
I hid behind a building and peeked around the corner.
I could see the evil person.
He seemed like an average guy. Average height, average hair colour, and average body type.
Oh, and a green crystal in his stomach.
My focus shifted to the crystal. It was emitting a strange aura.
A deceptive aura.
Suddenly, the green crystal guy turned his head in my direction.
His eyes locked onto mine, and a smirk formed on his face.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here? A little girl is spying on me, huh?"
He started walking towards me with a generic villain walk.
"You know, curiosity can kill the cat."
"Who are you, and why are you doing this?" I asked, glaring at him.
He looked at me with a quizzical expression, as if he were contemplating the answer himself.
He then shook his head, smiling.
"That doesn't matter right now."
His laughter echoed, intertwining with the panic, as illusions of monstrous creatures materialised.
I focused, weaving shadows into a shield, countering the illusory onslaught.
The monsters weren't just going for me. They were going for the people too.
Everyone else began fending off the monsters while I was fighting the mean crystal guy. Seems fair.
The kingdom's heart became a battleground of shadows and deceit.
The perpetrator's malevolent grin widened, his illusions growing more intricate.
A phantom army clashed with my shadows, each clash resonating with an otherworldly intensity.
"Stop this! You won't hurt anyone anymore!"
I shouted, my voice carrying surprising authority for someone so young.
The shadows around me gathered, forming into a massive serpent that lunged towards the crystal guy, aiming to distract him.
However, he effortlessly dodged, his smirk widening.
"Not bad, little shadow wielder."
The illusions persisted, threatening the safety of those around me.
But I wouldn't back down. I couldn't.
But then suddenly, one of the monsters began charging in the direction of my mother.
I leapt in front of the creature, shadows swirling around me like a protective cloak.
"You won't touch her!" I shouted, my voice piercing through the turmoil.
The creature lunged, but my shadow intercepted its path, creating a barrier.
The impact sent ripples through the shadows, but they held firm.
The monster persisted; its roar pierced my ears.
"Lyssa!"
Mother's voice echoed, a mix of worry and pride evident in her tone.
Suddenly, a pulse of energy knocked the monster far back.
The surprise registered not only on my face but on Mother's and the mean crystal guy's as well.
I turned and noticed Fides with her arm out, trembling like crazy.
"Was she the one who did that?" I considered it internally.
The consideration didn't last long as the ground began to shake and colossal pillars began rising from the ground.
The mean crystal guy began nicking them all down, creating havoc for everyone to experience.
"This is troublesome... Mother, can you do something?"
She glanced down at me, concern etched on her face. "Lyssa, I... I don't know if I can handle this."
"You have dark magic. You're agile. You can't feel pain, and you're strong. You're the strongest person I know."
"And Fides, whatever you did, I want you to do it more."
She nodded fearfully.
Fides looked at me with uncertainty still in her eyes, but she nodded.
"I'll try, Lyssa."
"Hey, mean crystal guy! You can't just ruin everything for everyone!"
I yelled with my voice, carrying the indignation only a seven-year-old could muster.
If I could distract him, maybe Mother and Fides could figure out a plan.
He chuckled, amused by my defiance.
"Oh, little shadow wielder, you're quite the spitfire. But this is just the beginning."
I gathered my shadows, forming them into playful shapes that swirled around the crystal guy.
"Look at me, meanie! You can't catch me!"
He turned his attention to my shadows, his smirk fading momentarily.
It brought a brief moment of relief for the others, struggling against the illusions and creatures.
While the crystal guy was momentarily distracted, Fides summoned another pulse of energy, aiming directly for his stomach.
The mean crystal guy staggered as Fides' pulse of energy hit him perfectly.
I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride for my new friend.
"Good job, Fides! You got him right where it hurts!"
Fides smiled nervously, her uncertainty replaced with a glimmer of accomplishment.
"Mother. You can do it. Remember what I said? Dark magic, agility, no pain, and you're strong!"
Mother took a deep breath, her eyes locking onto the mean crystal guy.
Mother, undeterred, gathered her dark magic, forming it into sharp daggers that danced around her agile form.
Embodying the agility and strength I always admired, she unleashed a barrage of daggers on the mean crystal guy.
His illusions crumbled, and the creatures dissipated into nothingness.
With a final, powerful strike, Mother sent the mean crystal guy sprawling to the ground.
He hit his head hard, and a moment later, he began to dissipate, his malevolent laughter echoing one last time.
I ran back to Mother and Fides, who were waiting for me.
Mother was relieved when she saw me.
She embraced me tightly.
"Lyssa, you scared me! Please don't do that again."
I couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt for not running in without a plan and worrying them.
Everyone was on edge, trying to figure out who the crystal guy was and how he got away so easily.
But my mind was completely elsewhere.
"Mother, have you seen Lorien and Thalia? They're not here!"
Mother's worry deepened.
"Lyssa, I haven't seen them since the chaos began. We need to find them."
Fides, though still uncertain, nodded in agreement.
"We'll help you look for them, Lyssa."
We moved through the humongous crowd, and my mind was filled with queries.
Where could Lorien and Thalia be in this chaos? The pillars rising from the ground added another layer of confusion.
Suddenly, a distant cry reached my ears.
Upon recognising Lorien's voice, my heart thumped. Following the sound, I led Mother and Fides towards the source.
As we approached, the sight of rubble came into view, and my heart raced with fear.
"Lorien!" I called out.
Fides, with brand-new courage, rushed forward, her agility surprising even me.
With a strength I hadn't expected, she began clearing the rubble, revealing Thalia shielding Lorien beneath.
The relief washed over me.
I turned to Fides, a mix of gratitude and reassurance in my eyes.
"You did well, Fides. Thanks for helping."
She nodded, still wide-eyed, processing the chaotic scene.
Mother joined us, her stern expression softening as she ruffled my hair. "Lyssa, you've got to be more careful. You can't always protect everyone."
"I know, Mother."
I glanced around to ensure everyone was relatively safe.
The chaos had subsided, leaving a lingering tension in the air.
"We should probably get out of here before we get crowded by thankful people."
I nodded, grabbing Fides' hand, and we quickly navigated through the dispersing crowd. Mother kept a watchful eye on us as we navigated through the dispersing crowd. She made sure we were safe and secure.
As we moved away from the chaotic heart of the kingdom, I couldn't shake off the unease that lingered.
The mysterious crystal-wielding man had left, but the repercussions of his actions echoed in the wounded kingdom.
I could sense Fides's fear as we navigated through the thronging crowd. Her voice trembled.
"Lyssa, where are we going?"
"We're going to my place." I told her, hoping that it would provide some comfort.
As we moved forward, the atmosphere shifted, and a gentle breeze carried whispers of hope.
The shadows seemed to dance in harmony with our steps, revealing a path illuminated by the promise of a brighter future.
In the distance, a soft glow beckoned, hinting at the warmth and solace that awaited us.
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1.3
[BACK AT MOTHER'S HOME]
Fides stood in front of Mother's Manor's grand entrance, her eyes widening in awe as the doors swung open to reveal an expansive main hall.
"Lyssa, you live here?!"
Her eyes widened with wonder as she turned to face me.
I responded with a nod.
"I do, indeed."
I took a step through the doorway. Fides walked alongside me, taking in the opulence of the surroundings with rapt attention.
As we moved deeper into the manor, Mother emerged from a nearby room, reaching out to greet Fides with her hand.
Fides jumped slightly but calmed down as Mother's warm chuckle filled the air.
"I apologise for that."
With a gentle tug, Mother led Fides towards my room, their conversation continuing in hushed tones as they walked.
I, however, made my way to the parlour room, which was just beside the dining room. I could see a faint glow emanating from the fireplace inside.
As I entered the room, I was drawn towards a woman sitting on a couch.
She had striking blue hair, which contrasted beautifully with her pale complexion. Her gaze was fixed on the dancing flames in the fireplace, as if she were lost in thought.
It was then that I realised that the woman was none other than Liora Cyruth, the head maid who takes care of me when my mother isn't around.
"Welcome back, Lady Lyssa."
She instantly sensed my presence without me needing to make a sound.
"Hello, Loria. It is great to see you again. I hope you are doing well. "
"I am doing fine, thank you. How did the ceremony go?"
She turned to face me and greeted me with a warm smile. Her question hung in the air, her eyes searching my face for a response.
I hesitated, trying to find the right words.
"It was... eventful."
The chaos of the crystal-wielding assailant flashed in my mind, but I chose not to dwell on it.
Liora nodded, her gaze unwavering.
"Events have a way of shaping us. What matters is how we navigate through them."
"You know. I was actually there." She continued.
My eyes slightly widened at that fact.
"Really?"
My eyes widened slightly in surprise.
Liora chuckled, her blue hair shimmering in the faint glow of the fireplace.
"I have been serving the Anastasia family for longer than you can remember, Lady Lyssa... I've seen more than you might think. Plus, I'm very stealthy."
She let out a warm smile.
A warm smile that instantly faded the moment it formed.
"Why did you recklessly put yourself in danger like that?"
"I wasn't actually in danger."
"The issue here is that you had the potential to be."
"But—"
"Lady Lyssa Anastasia, you cannot recklessly endanger yourself. The perils you faced today were beyond what you should have had to bear."
Liora's stern words echoed in the spacious room, the grandeur of Mother's Manor doing little to soften the reprimand.
I met her gaze, unflinching.
"I had to protect those I care about."
"Protection doesn't mean putting yourself at unnecessary risk."
Before the conversation could escalate further, a distant chime echoed through the manor, interrupting our exchange. We both turned towards the sound, momentarily distracted from our disagreement. Liora sighed, her expression softening slightly.
"We will carry on this conversation later."
Liora's voice was filled with a mix of concern and frustration. I nodded, grateful for the interruption.
"I understand, Liora."
Liora exited the room, and Mother entered by herself.
"Were you conversing with the head maid?"
Felix, our furry feline friend, sprang onto her lap as she settled down on the small couch.
"Yes. I was."
I was exhausted, so I made my way towards her while the cat was still perched on her lap.
Mother stroked my hair gently.
"I am tired, Mother." I confessed.
The weariness was evident in my droopy eyes. I was in desperate need of some rejuvenating rest.
Mother's face glowed with a warm smile as she listened to my woes.
"Rest, my dear. You deserve it."
She patted my head gently. Her touch was soothing, and as I nestled into the warmth of her embrace, sleep embraced me, weaving dreams around the events of the day.
[THE NEXT DAY]
As the sun slowly rose, its warm, golden rays seeped through the window and gently stirred me awake.
Blinking my eyes open, I took in the sight of the glowing morning sky and breathed in the fresh scent of a new day.
I was about to do my usual wake-up routine. I noticed Fides lying peacefully beside me, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.
Suddenly, a memory flooded back; a pang of sadness hit me. How could I have forgotten that she was an orphan?
In that moment, I found myself staring blankly at the ceiling, lost in thought, and grappling with a difficult decision. Should I persuade my mother to adopt her and welcome her into our family, or should I take her to Serenity Haven, where she could potentially find loving parents?