Chapter 1
The fate of a Sister
A bee rested on a white rose, scurrying around in search of the flower's sweet nectar. Unexpectedly, a shovel ripped through the surrounding air crushing the flower. Fortunately, the bee escaped harm and flew off in search of another flower.
“Von Mono, you’re going to destroy all of my mothers’ flowers if you continue doing that,” a female voice yelled. The sound of beating hoofs came from behind her, getting louder as they approached.
“Ah, my dearest Kellan,” said a deep voice echoing through armored plating of a helmet. The woman turned around. She looked up to see a man in full plate towering over her on his white majestic stallion. He took off his helmet that was trimmed purple and stepped down off his horse. His midnight black hair fell into his eyes. He lightly pushed it way with the tips of his fingers.
The woman took off her gardening gloves and tied back her black hair with a purple ribbon she took out of the pocket of her apron, her ears here slightly pointed, not as pointed as an elf, and not as round as a humans, “King Fallon, What brings you to my home?”
Von stepped next to her, he was a foot taller than her, she want to tall herself, but tall enough to tell that she had elf blood in her as well as human, Von rolled the sleeves of his dirty white shirt up over his elbows, reveling his rather muscular arms, and pushed his white hair out of his face. He opened his mouth and was about to say something when he was interrupted.
“Hey, farm boy,” King Fallon crudely interrupted, “secures my horse,” he then opened the door to Kellan’s house and walked in, followed by another man in wearing similar armor. “Jonas, my good man,” King Fallon said as he stepped inside.
“Mi’lord,” Jonas bowed. “Molly, show some respect to your King,” Jonas was a scrawny human man, with light brown hair.
A young girl stood up from the chair and scurried towards Jonas, “Father, why don’t you ever treat me as well as Kellan?” She whispered as she bowed. She held her light brown hair at the side of her shoulder so it would not get in her way.
King Fallon chuckled, “Ah, my future sister. It’s so wonderful to finally meet you,” his blacken red eyes were half covered by his midnight black hair.
“Molly!” Jonas snapped abruptly.
“Yes daddy?” Molly looked up, her dark green eyes’ shimmered with anticipation.
“Go fetch us some drinks,” he barked.
Molly sighed and headed into the kitchen.
“Drakord is my new right hand man,” King Fallon said pointing to the armored man next to him. He was not very tall, and did not look so bright.
Drakord took off his helmet. His hair was cut short. He bowed while faking a smile.
Molly came back with four cups filled with water on a wooden tray. She placed them on the table and sat back down on the chair.
King Fallon nudged Drakord, who then picked up one of the cups and stealthily poured some sort of white powder in it and handed it to Molly.
“Molly, I have something for you,” King Fallon snapped his fingers signaling Drakord who then pulled out two journals and handed them to King Fallon. “Here is something to record your most secretive thoughts,” he then handed a blue journal to Molly.
Molly smiled, she ran her hand across the wooden cover. Her fingers traced the engraved letters that spelled out her name. “Thank you,” eyes sparkled. She took a sip of the water that Drakord handed her.
“Don’t waste your kindness on the one so undeserving.” Jonas said eyeing Molly.
King Fallon chuckled evilly, “Nonsense, I will treat Molly just as well as I treat my beautiful Kellan.”
Jonas huffed in frustration, “Kellan deserves best, not Molly.”
After an awkward pause, King Fallon smiled, “Well I should get going,” he stood up and walked out followed by Drakord.
“Here comes’ your doom,” Von grunted to Kellan. She looked up to see King Fallon walking out of her house.
Kellan shoved her shovel into the earth and leaned on it, “Didn’t enjoy your stay?” she smirked.
King Fallon walked over to Kellan. He grabbed her hands and looked deep into her bright green eyes, “I am having a mansion built for you by only the best wizards and sorcerers in all the realms and I have something for you,” he handed her the other journal.
Kellan faked a smile, “This is such an honor,” she said not really meaning it. She looked at the journal. “Thanks… I guess,” The cover was metal painted purple, and her name engraved painted black. She then took the journal.
“I also had the Empires banner changed to purple, yellow and black, just for you,” he rubbed the back of his gauntlet covered hand against Kellan’s face, and traced her features with his fingers.
“Great,” she said pulling away.
“Wonderful, then I shall see you in a few days to plan for the wedding,” he put his helmet on, got on his mount and road off with Darkord directly after.
Kellan threw her journal to the soil and kicked it, “Why me,” she sat in the dirt almost on her flowers and cried. “Mother sought to bring this to an end, to stop him from wanting to marry me. I know King Fallon sent assassins to kill her while she was on her way to the capital,” she buried her face in her hands.
“They didn’t find her body?” Von asked, putting his arm around her.
Kellan shook her head. “I think he hid the body.”
He sighed heavily, “I’m sorry.”
Jonas swung the front door open. “Von, it’s time for you to go home,” he commanded.
Von rolled his eyes and gave Kellan a hug, stood up and headed home.
“Kellan, you know that I don’t like it when you hang around that boy,” Jonas grunted. “Now, come inside.”
Kellan rolled her eyes and walked in. Faint music echoed throughout the house. “Molly.” Kellan grunted under her breath. She ran to her room. She saw Molly sitting on her bed with Kellan’s music box on her lap. A rather small wooden box played a song that could fill someone’s heat with happiness. Kellan stood at the doorway and crossed her arms; she cleared her throat.
Molly looked up. “I’m sorry, I just miss mommy so much,” she said as tears ran down her face.
Kellan sighed and sat next to Molly, wrapping her arms around her. “I miss mom too,” she said forcing back tears. She took the music box from her and gently placed it on the nightstand next to the bed. “Now, get out of my room,” Kellan said playfully. She lightly pushed Molly off her bed.
Molly looked back at her older sister. “Do you really want to marry King Fallon?”
Kellan cracked a smile, “By all the living Gods! Are you crazy? I would never lay a hand on that unattractive bas—“she paused realizing what she was about to say. “Thing,” She finished.
Molly smiled, “He is kind of cute, but I don’t like him one bit,” she said, and skipped out.
Kellan giggled softly and shook her head.
