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Elemental Diaries Volume I: The god’s requiem

Chapter I:
A Godling’s Zephyr

The day was calm, and a soft gale swept through the Arlinian plains. Ivory ripples coursed through the lush, green grass, sending small plains creatures scurrying into their burrows inside hollow trees. Birds frolicked gleefully in the star-flecked skies, gliding towards a large, black shadow in the distance. Large turrets jutted out from the magicite, casting dark images across the sweet-smelling herbs just blooming in the lower gardens, their soft flowers bending in the wind like dancing maidens.
Translucent curtains fluttered about inside a large room, filled with small trinkets from foreign lands, a pair of swords mounted on the wall, and an axe propped up against a dragonwood wardrobe. A large bed sat in the corner of the room, canopy curtains also bending to the wind’s rule. A girl slept peacefully on the fluffy mattress, not looking much older than ten years. But the truth was that she was at least fifteen. Blonde hair fluttered in her youthful face-stray strands from the two neat buns on either side of her head.
Her eyes flicked back and forth under her eyelids, brow furrowing from prophetic stress. In an instant, the teen sat up with a gasp, cold sweat dripping down her face.
“He’s going to die…”
Soft, pattering footsteps echoed through empty stone halls as a shadowy figure swiftly made its way down the magicite staircase, robe fluttering in the cold night air. Faint moonlight sifted in the windows, casting dark images on the floor as the figure walked through the corridor on the lower floor, approaching a small room near the back of the hall. The Linkite door creaked open slowly, revealing a quaint space, chock-full of pictures, feathers, and a locked box hidden under the dresser (which no one should know about except the owner of the room). Green eyes narrowed in a familiar sorrow as the person noticed large bloodstains from a distant past streaking the floor, thinking back to the pools that had covered its beautiful tiles. A small bed was hidden behind a black curtain, and a pale, feminine hand brushed the fabric aside, stepping into the warm corner. Quietly sleeping in the bed was a teenaged boy, pale face peaceful and soft. His blond hair framed his face, splaying across the fluffy pillow. A smile of relief, and the girl exited the room, leaning against the wall. She slid down, allowing sleep to overtake her mind.
The girl was roused from her slumber by calls echoing through the bleak corridors, sunlight bouncing in the windows. She picked her head up lazily, trying to pick out the words of the people. After a few minutes of listening, the girl identified the frantic cries to be calling for the people's princess; Princess Rona, and the girl just happened to be her. As footsteps approached, Rona hopped to her feet, running up the staircase before her attendants could find her. With silent precision, she swung inside her room, door opening and closing with naught but a click. Just as the teenaged princess snuggled back into her bed, three attendings burst through the door.
"Mistress Rona," they cried, stopping in their tracks as they noticed Rona, snug in her bed. "Well, maybe we were mistaken. Let her sleep." The three left the room, and one of the princess' green eyes flicked open.
"Suckers," She snickered, rolling over under the sheets. One of Rona's hands stretched up, rubbing her back, which was sore from her lopsided sleeping position. As she settled into a comfortable state, the princess sighed peacefully as sleepiness ate at her mind. A feeble knock jerked her from half-slumber, and she sat up irritably. "WHAT do you want?" Rona snapped, left foot jerking out and kicking the foot of the bed.
"Is…is this a bad time?" A quiet, almost feminine voice came from the other side of the door. Rona sighed.
"No, it's fine. Come on in." The wood door creaked open and a blond head poked in, light bangs falling over deep blue eyes. Rona sat up with a smile as the teen entered her room and approached her bed.
“Um…the cook is sending me out on an errand for dinner tonight. He always picks on me, just because I’m the duke. Anyways, is there anything you want before I go?” The princess smiled.
“No thank you, Ivan. Oh, wait!” She grabbed Ivan’s short ponytail as he turned to leave. “I need more…um…Honey, lemon, and ginger.” Rona released the duke’s hair, and as he exited the room, he raised a hand in a half-salute. When the door closed, Rona yawned and fell back onto the mattress. A small, violet animal hopped from a keychain around her waist, sitting on her chest and squeaking. Rona lifted her head and glared at the thing. “If you could be just half as annoying as that when I need you to wake me up, that’d be great,” The creature tilted its head and looked at her in question. “Oh, don’t give me that look.” She growled, and then stopped as an idea came to her. “Hey, wait a sec! Could you squeak like that? You know, really annoying, in about…an hour?” The creature nodded. Slightly reassured, Rona allowed herself to slip into a black sleep.
~two hours later…~

“Um…what do you mean, you don’t carry that kind of fish? I know the royal cook comes here every week and gets that exact same kind of-“
“Look, kid, that fish is a special order specifically for the royal family. A pretty-boy street rat like you ain’t got the stuff to eat the same food they does.” Ivan glared at the fish salesman, trembling with fury, teeth digging into his lip.
“How…how dare you?! I am not a ‘pretty-boy street…thing'-, as you say, I am the d-“The duke was cut off as the smell of smoke and burning Linkite reached his nose. Ivan sprinted down the street, turning abruptly onto the direct route to the castle.
Almost immediately, he could feel the fire, even though it was not on-hand, it was definitely a large one, and he was positive it wasn't natural. It smelt of the fire-children, and the smoke that rose from the magicite turrets was a sickening red, like the color of blood. Ivan ran through the front gate, which had an immense hole in it, ashes and scorch marks covering its once-great wood. He flinched at the sight before him-bodies littering the courtyard, heads either burnt or on fire, and huge gouges in the earth that looked like claw-marks. Almost immediately, Ivan wanted to run inside the burning building, but common sense regained its hold on him quickly. "I…have to do something…" He bit his lip, unsure of the turnout if he left the castle like this.
To be continued...