Chapter 1: Victoria

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9 years ago...

"Malcolm, Malcolm... Wake up! wake up!"

"Vic, it's early in the morning, go practice swordfighting with someone else." Malcolm struggled to get Victoria off his bed and just rolled to the other side. Silly girl she was, wanted to go swordfighting with Malcolm early in the morning...
"Please..." Victoria pleaded.
"Oh, um, let me think... NO," Malcolm quickly went back to bed.
"If you won't practice with me, does that mean I can use your personal sword?"
Malcolm jolted awake as soon as Victoria said so, "WHAT?!! No!"
"Well...?"
"Okay, fine," Malcolm rubbed his eyes awake and started strething his arms. "Come, let's go..."
"Yay!!!!!"

4 years later
I was waiting outside Malcolm's room. Hoping he would be alright. Invaders attacked the castle. And he went to fight. Now he took a great hit in the stomach. My mother wasn't even there, waiting to see if Malcolm would be alright.

The door opened. It was doctor Gilbert. I stood up and waited, but he didn't say anything... "Well, doctor?"
There was silence, and he couldn't speak. "Doctor, please, tell me... It's killing me on the inside. Is Malcolm alright?!" I turned impatient. He looked at me. "Princess Victoria," he started, "I am sorry. But Malcolm lost too much blood. He is in a better place now."
I froze there. I couldn't think. I just told him thank you and he left. I stormed in his room and saw him. His body, his clothes drenched in dry blood. "M-m- Malcolm... Why?! Why???"
I was there. Miserably crying. Now, I'm on my own. He was all that I had. I didn't need my mother. She didn't care about us. "Malcolm..."

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