Sunlight streamed through a window in the private chambers of the princess of Fallean who lay with troubled dreams but then the door opened as someone entered the room who said to her “oh this unlike you to sleep in” she opened her eyes breaking her slumber. She swung her legs over to the end of the bed and for a moment she sat on the end of bed, her eyes blurry fixed on the girl standing near the door who watched silently. Her name was Ingrid who was her closet friend and sparring partner. She sighed as Ingrid asked her calmly “did you not sleep well my princess?” she nodded as she stood letting her mind clear of her dream although she herself found that hard to do. In recent years she had been having these dreams but this most recent dream worried her for she had sweared for she thought she knew the couple in her dream.



Ingrid chuckled slightly to see her looking like she had been asleep for a century for this was most unlike for she was known to wake her up in the morning as Ingrid slept heavily and was hard for her to wake herself up. “well now it seems that you have arisen from your slumber you can get dressed and ready for” she stopped as the sounds of loud voices meet there ears from out of her chambers “it appears that your father has found someone to yell at but you need to get dressed my princess or else we shall be late” the princess moved towards a chest which contained her clothing.



“if anyone who did not know who you were no would guess that you were crowned princess Ignatia daughter of Aragon, king of Fallean” Ignatia giggled slightly for she was not what people would expect from her title for she carried the responsibilities of the late queen Anneliese who passed away trying to gave birth to her child. The reason why she was not called a queen was because of her age and upon her 18th birthday she would be given a chance to change her title although Ignatia was not sure if she wanted to be a queen yet.



The voices of her father and the being that he was yelling at as they walked out of the room “do you know who my father is yelling at with his rage that is suppressed for the sake of peace, Ingrid?” she gave her a small laugh “ a mage I think but let’s is hear what they are yelling with anger at each other.” They stood at the balcony making sure that they could see what was happening below them.



Hers eyes looked down upon the throne room below and upon a black stone throne sat her father Aragon who watched a man that stood before him who was yelled at him “I told you this would happen but in your stupidity” she shake her head for she had no idea what he was talking about. Her father glanced upwards and noticed Ignatia who watched with them both interest as he turned his gaze back to the man before him.



He gave a small smile and lowered his voice “I told her years ago that she was not of my blood and that she came to palace on a hunt for nourishment as was the truth for if I was right in saying this to you and your friend captain Elizabeth was to give her to me in return for me to give you peace in my lands. Decides that plan did not work for you for she escaped you and that is why I adopted as my own flesh and blood though I pity her for the fact that she has no memory of her homeland or if any true family members she has” Aragon closed his eyes for a moment calming his infamous rage with the words he just spoken to this man.



Aristion laughed coldly. He had been allowed to live in peace in Fallean but the captain and the rest of the crew would not live on the land for they had the sea flowing through there veins but with the acts of piracy that covered the sea between Vailiania, Elevnia and Fallean attacking any ships carry goods on them. When he spoke once more he spoke with haste and rage but almost as soon as finished he regretted every word “you may hide your true nature well from your daughter but I see you for what you are blood haired Aragon! Tell me how long has it been since you bathed in the blood of your enemy with your body dripping of the crimson liquid. I have seen you tear apart your enemies with your bare hands and tales have sad that you consume the hearts of children and those of the enemy leaders.”

For a moment Aragon saw his eyes flash red with rage for without any wisdom in his words he brought his blood lust that had been suppressed for years. After the death of his wife Anneliese he went almost insane with blood lust and grief for Anneliese had managed to help him control his blood lust since they had been together and without her he had lost control of himself. Aragon had ventured deep into the land of his enemy, the shadow lands that lay on the over side of the cavern of lost souls. He gained a new nickname from his people for this Aragon the blood soaked king. Upon one night in the summer after his wife’s demise he had been eating alone in his chambers when he heard a loud noise from the kitchens. Knowing that most of his servants had fled in fear of him and standing, grabbing his sword he stormed towards the kitchen. Upon entering the kitchen he saw a small girl in rags trying to consume a large loaf of bread that she had wrapped in her arms. She looked up at him with no fear as blood dripped from his hair but he stared at her as he felt compassion forming this person he hardly knew. Dropping his sword he embraced her tightly in his arms allowing his blood covered hair to drip on to her face. Soon after he managed to regain control over his blood lust and rage, Aragon also adopted the girl, Ignatia who later discovered had very few memories apart from her name and being upon a ship before she came to his palace.



Aragon stood from his throne filled with rage. His eyes fixed on the sweat that started to pour down the face of Aristion as he yelled at him “you dare mage to insult me!” Aristion fear made his voice shake “please my king I did not mean” but Aragon waved a hand at him causing him to fall silent.



Rage was engraved deep into his face. He looked up at the balcony with his eyes to see his daughter was still watching him, upon seeing this he closed his eyes for a moment trying to keep his rage under control but he failed. His hand almost glowed red as he summoned something with gasps from above him Aristion was the most amazed of all for he knew that Aragon had no magical powers but when he spoke to him his voice was that of rage and it echoed around the room “you say that I am a monster that maybe true but don't you insult me mage for you know nothing of my rage and bloodlust” he looked back at him.



He leaned forward so only Aristion could see that his eyes where slightly glowing with power “unless you wish your demise to be inflicted upon you by my own hands and then you shall see my wrath as it was in the past” Aristion did not dare say a word for he felt like his heart was about to explode in flame. Deciding that fleeing would be the wisest course of action.



Ignatia watched him go although she was not quite sure on what se had witnessed her father almost do but an expression of confusion and wonder appeared on her face as she asked him “father, what did you just do for by the gods I though that you were using magic against him?” Aragon looked down at his hands as they stopped glowing with the power that had surged for them with a sigh of relief he answered his daughter “I shall tell you all but you are late by daughter for school” when he told her this Ignatia ran for she noticed that his words where right.



Minutes flew by as she ran along with Ingrid to her school. The school that she had attended was the blades academy which taught boys and more recent girls in the arts of combat and war. Those students who where magically gifted would be sent from the school to the mages guild to train in magic but it was known for a student or students to learn magic from their defence and combating magic class.

They both bashed into the armoury to grab a sword to use while they were sparing against each other. Ingrid swung her sword clumsy towards her head but it was quickly knocked aside by Ignatia and before she could react Ingrid’s sword flew out of her hand, she gasped slightly from her small sparing session Ingrid smiled at her and Ignatia smiled back at her “hah, you have beaten me once again for your skills with a sword is superior as they have been for years” Ingrid walked to grab her sword which lay on the stone floor of the court yard. “your sword work would improve if you did not grip the hilt so tightly and concerted more on your opponents movements then you could improve” Ignatia held her sword down by her sword waiting for Ingrid to get herself ready to continue their sparing match.



After Ingrid had picked up her sword, Ignatia swung her sword diagonally aiming for Ingrid’s hip. Though the swords wouldn't sharp they could break bones and brose if it hit the person hard enough. A woman watched them from above and called down at them “Ignatia come to me for there is something I need to discuss with you, Ingrid go find someone else practice and keep an eye on your opponents movements more closely” Ingrid walked to the far side of the courtyard while Ignatia put her sword against the wall as she walked inside.



When Ignatia arrived in the office of Sir Fiona, the head of the academy. She often stood at this window and watched the students as they practiced there skills as sword play. Before Ignatia was about to ask her what she wanted from her, Fiona started to talk almost to herself as Ignatia slowly approached her “since my injury that renders my body from fighting in close combat, I remember how much the generals wished me to retire from combat all together and live a quite life far from the battle field but thanks to your father I was given a position to be the head of the academy on the condition that allow you and all girls to train here.”



Ignatia stopped behind her thinking of what she had just sad. Then she remembered how the other teachers where all cautious around her when she started here but Ignatia became more accepted as years passed “urm sir what did you wish to speak to me about for it seems as if you speak only to yourself?” she did not turn her eyes watching the students spar against each other or against wooden training dummies “your skill is that of the finest that I have seen in the years I have taught here and with sight on all the children that come here you are the finest I have seen. I have come to the decision that it is time for you to leave us and either join in military services or join one of the many orders and guilds that are here in Fallean” Ignatia’s face was fixed in the expression of surprise and annoyance.

When she spoke her words came flowing as fast as the wind that flowed over the peeks of mountains “but I cannot leave yet for I am not ready for any of the outside combat against any real opponents or leadership.”



A laugh came from Sir Fiona for she though Ignatia was making herself seem less brave than the actually was “your words amuse me, Ignatia you maybe a princess but for years you have proven yourself better than the common princesses and those of the past. Do not let yourself fall into that or else all your training would have a been wasted. Fear is laying it’s tricks inside of you, be courageous then you will be a great warrior” Ignatia bowed to her, looking over shoulder Fiona smiled for few people bowed to her “I will do my best for my father and the good of the realm.”

Fiona laughed slightly “the good of the realm?! You sound like a princess but you need to both warrior and princess if you wish to keep blood haired Aragon under control, now return to your home and if you need any assistance then send word to me” Ignatia wondered if she meant her fathers rage which she had not seen much of and not to those as told in tales by the bards in the taverns. She ran out of the office biding her farewells to Sir Fiona who turned her gaze back on her students.