The Chiōni house are a prestigious family known around the world for their contribution in the Great War. But with war coming to an end, the head of the Chiōni house, and the queen of the region, had only needed to rule over her people. The queen, Angelina, had two older sons and one younger daughter who she named Angelica. A fitting name, she thought. Especially for someone who she thought would inherit her status as queen.
Angelina stood up from her bedroom desk, humming a quiet melody with an angel-like voice. The sun rays shone through the window, glistening her ice blue hair with sharp edges. She wore a casual dress and a silky navy blue robe on top. Her skin, though not as white as snow, was delicate as snow.
She walked over to the cabinet drawer, and took out a brush to soften up the foundation on her face. Just as things were going well, a lightning fast beam tore through the walls like paper and headed straight for Angelina. But faster than the beam, Angelina caught it swiftly. Peering at the damages, she was annoyed, knowing that her two boys were at it again, and probably in front of Angelica too.
Despite the summer season, the temperature gradually decreased throughout the day. The sun rays would only help so much, almost like a battle between hot and cold, on who gets dominion over the body. But the people of the Everlasting Chiōni region had no problem living with low temperatures. As fist shot through the air, beams of energy followed, flying in many directions. Angelica, a spitting image of her mother, watched her two older brothers duke it out in the mansion's garden as she sat on a wall. The disagreement her brothers had was unknown to her, but she cared more about their confrontation than their dispute. One moment, they were in one place, the next moment, they're in another. This was what sparked her excitement. High speed movements that seemed like they were teleporting, and shooting stars that could have hit Angelica. Still however, a wide smile remained across her cheeks. This was more exciting than practising the standards to being a princess, though it didn't last long.
The agitated voice of their Mother ran with her. She slightly raised her dress to make movement easier.
"What on earth do you boys think you are doing?!"
Both Angelica and her brothers froze instantly the moment they heard their Mothers thundering voice.
"There are many and I mean many holes in the walls and floors of MY castle! And do NOT get me started on what you did to MY garden! You have tarnished MY garden; completely and utterly ruined!"
Her anger was accompanied by a suffocating air that could have triggered hypoxia in them. Angelina's face turned pale, noticing Angelica sitting on the wall.
"Angelica?! Ugh, you boys…I've told you not to fight around your sister."
Glaring at her two sons, she picked up Angelica and began walking inside.
"Come on Angelica, it's time to practise your dancing."
But wanting to continue observing her brother's fight, Angelica frowned at the thought of redoing practice for the 30th time today. She let out a childish groan.
"But Mother, I want to keep watching."
"What? Oh do not be silly. Such things are not meant for a princess."
Angelina replied.
"Why not? I'm only watching…"
Angelica responded. Angelina's face now became stern as she flicked Angelica's forehead with her newly painted nails.
"Listen to your Mother."