Dawn of Queens

Chapter two

'She will save you all, so welcome her with open arms'

1000 years later...

I step into the sunlight and pull out both my blades. Darius the blade of fire on my left and Silvius the blade of destruction on my right. My brother Vishus walks behind me.

'Vish, why must we do this everyday?' I whine.

'You know why Alena' he replies 'father wishes it and his word is law'.

I sigh and roll my eyes. Vishus and father never had a good relationship. From the moment Vishus was born he had pushed him to be the perfect heir and the perfect prince. Whereas with me he treated me like an daughter. Giving me everything I could want and in return I was the ideal princess. Elegant, educated but deadly. We step into the ring and touch blade tips.

'Good luck' I whisper.

I jump forward and slice at Vishus arms. He blocks the attacks and counters with his own. We are dancing, weaving amongst each other's swipes. I fall into a similar rhythm. My eyes close and I sense the air around me. Vishus charges from the left. My eyes snap open and I block the attack with a swift flick of my wrist. Then I charge, running forward at full pelt. Just before I hit Vishus I leap into the air and spin over his head. When I land, I discard my blades and begin fight freehand. Vishus is still holding his blades and attempts to cut me with them. I dodge underneath a large sweep of his swords. I have the upper hand here. I tap the symbols on my arm and my speed doubles. Vishus attempts to do the same on his arm, but I swipe out my arm knocking his hand backwards. We begin to fight again. Flew blows land on me, however Vishus is less lucky.

Within a few moments he is on the floor and pinned down. He throws down his blades to symbolise defeat. I smile and offer him a hand. Roughly he grabs it and yanks himself up. If we fought outside these arenas the result would be very different. They block him from using his gifts. He has the gift of shadows. He can bend them to his will. Lifting him up and shaping into sharp swords. This is why he will be the king. He is gifted and I am not.

'Ah the perfect princess' he humours me.

With a sigh I playfully slap his arm. He knows that I hate that nickname and what it implies. In less than a year one of us will be picked to be the heir to the throne of Altais and it should be him. He is the firstborn son and has grace and political strength needed. He should be the king and It was promised to him from a young age. However recently I have seen the fear and doubt in his eyes. He believes that father
will change his mind and pass the throne to me. He should have no doubt I am not made for this job and father knows that. From the moment he was born it was apparent that  he was gifted.

'Will you be attending the gala tomorrow' he asks me with a odd look on his face.

I know where this is heading.

'Yes Vishus I will be, will you?' I reply

'Well I feel like I may have been taken down by a sudden illness sister dear' he playfully replies.

I sigh in annoyance.

'You are not leaving me alone with those vile men Vish, they all want to try and gain Father's favour and it is painfully boring' I slowly say.

Then he is gone, sprinting away, I laugh and have no choice but to run after him.

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