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Chapter 1
The Nightmare

It was early morning in the kingdom of Tiern as the prince awoke without so much as a word from the servants. He’d had many sleepless nights recently. Perhaps due to a recurring dream the prince would rather avoid thinking about. His palace in flames and father dead before him with, the prince’s personal dagger through his heart, and his father’s blood on his hands. He would often wake screaming, so he thought it best he not sleep at all, lest he wake the castle.

He slowly withdrew the covers and stood to stretch. As he dressed himself he heard the footsteps of one of the servants. Before there was even a knock he responded. “I’m awake already Gwen, so that will be all.” The was a small sigh of surprise, and yet distress.

As the footsteps faded in the direction they came, the prince finished dressing. He had a full day ahead of him, and he wasn’t particularly fond of the people that would be visiting today. Dressed in his royal vestments of white and yellow, he headed towards the thrown room. As he entered the guards announced him. “Presenting Prince Vandastelca, crown prince of Tiern!” The prince hated being announced in such a way.

The prince sat in his seat next to his father. He was thankful at least that these meetings only required his presence because he was royalty. He needn’t speak nor even pay attention. His only role was that of a figurehead. With luck they would go by quickly.

Five hours past and finally the meetings had concluded. The prince excused himself and went to the north tower to look over the town below. It was a small town enclosed in the castles walls, but it had an energetic life to it. Simply looking over it made the prince feel a joy beyond all others. The town was peaceful and happy, and seemed as if you could watch it forever and never become bored.

As the prince looked over the town a soldier came up to him and spoke. “Sir, there is a women here to see you, she says it is urgent. I can’t seem to verify her intentions.” “It’s fine, I’ll see her. Where is she now?” “Your quarters sir.” “Very well, you may leave now.”