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"Swords?" I thought the moment I heard those sounds, and the next moment, realization hit me. "War"?
Two groups of soldiers arrayed against each other, one side clad in red while the other group was in blue. I felt like my soul had been teleported into the middle of a cruel slaughter. The soldiers were charging at each other, fighting mercilessly with their swords.
The bright moonlight allowed me to see everything clearly, but before I could get the gist of the situation, a soldier marched towards me as if he intended to kill me.
Can he even see me? I panicked and shut my eyes by reflex.
Far away, standing by the window of my bedchamber, my real body gripped my dress, prepared to feel the pain of the sword slash with my eyes shut tightly. But before that sword could reach me, another blade whizzed by.
Hearing the scream of the soldier, I opened my eyes, only to see one tall man in a perfectly fitted long black robe standing in front of me. As his broad and robust back faced me, all I could see was my savior's sword piercing the soldier's stomach. The blade went all the way through his back.
The tall man retrieved the sword from the soldier's body and was ready to kill more. Pushing the dead soldier aside, he grabbed the soldier's sword and continued his slaughter, swinging both blades with precision.
Observing him from behind, I could guess he was not an ordinary man. His perfectly fitted black robe was embroidered with gold threads in what appeared to be a royal crest, and his long hair was tied in a pony with a gold accessory at the upper back of his head.
My sight followed the left side of his neck, which was visible whenever he turned slightly to one side.
A tattoo... Is that a snake?
I couldn't see it clearly. He was so fast that it was difficult to see even the side of his face.
My vision followed his every movement, the quick footsteps, and skilled swordsmanship as his knotted hair kept dancing in front of my eyes. I felt like he was protecting me by killing the soldiers surrounding me and found myself curious to know more about him.
No, it's impossible. I narrowed my eyes at him. How can he protect me when I'm not present here physically, and he can't even see me?
"I want to see him...
Ahh... why can't he turn around for once? I tried my best, but there was no use. Although I did all I could to get a glimpse of his face, my sight allowed only his back view.
Though he couldn't see me, feeling helpless, I blurted out, Who are you?
As if he heard me, he stopped slaughtering and froze in his place.
It startled me. Did he just hear me?
He was about to turn...
"My lady, it's time to sleep."
The images in front of me dispelled the moment someone spoke, and I couldn't see the man anymore. Feeling disappointed, I turned to look at the middle-aged, grey-haired woman who entered my bedchamber and disturbed my scrying.
I will be right there, Gwen, I replied, and continued sitting by the window.
I focused my inner vision again towards the faraway mountain range as the bright moonlight shone on me. As the night breeze played with my long red-brown hair, my delicate veil, which covered the lower half of my face, waved playfully along with the wind while my long blue dress danced in harmony.
To my dismay, I couldn't see the scene of the war again, and I sighed in disappointment.
I am Seren, the infamous daughter of a witch, the ugliest creature that no one wished to see. Although I am a princess, no one wanted to acknowledge me because I have the blood of an unholy creature flowing through my veins.
I lived in the tower at the farthest end of the Royal Palace of CEREDIGION, away from the main palace and its pomp and pageantry. I was placed up high, away from the crowd, in a place where no one was allowed to enter because a witch's daughter lived there.
As if being a witch's daughter was not enough, I was also cursed. But if one was to look at it in another way, my curses were more like a boon than a bane, as those who try to harm me would have misfortune befall upon them.
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