Lost Princess

A Story of diaster

Prologue: A story of Diaster

Throughout the age, kingdoms have existed.

They rise and they fall. We, the human race know of them throughout a savage history that we have created. Some were grand and others hide terrible secrets. Some are home to great heros and the others to monsterous villains and many more to the likes of both. They are the empires that rule countries and the lash to destitute one. They are the cause of many a war and the prizes of a great many bloody battles. They last a blink in the endless flowing river of time.

Some are remembered as lessons, others as a warning and some are known as myths. Only a mere shadow,that is eclipsed by far greater events in the past.
Not the kingdom of Wulfren. It has been forgotten. In the eyes of its people it is just a legend. Much like magic and dragons,it's just a whispered fairytale. More a ghost than its actual form of a regal stone structure.

Taken by the darkness and lost in the far reaches of a long distant memory,it was wrought by sadness and destruction. Creatures of the night with dead souls and cold hearts, stormed the noble castle at twilight. They made no noise, not even to draw a small gasp of breath. Nightmares that seemed dreamly but were made flesh.Creeping from room to room, the fiends awoke the slumbering residents. The king's body was savaged. Life blood splattered stone colums.

The castle littered with the cold pale bodies of his loyal soldiers. A broken crown left abandoned, in a silent throne room, full of misery. Blood and screams sunk into the very stone foundation. Thus staining the carnage into the stone itself. The castles of great Kingdoms remember all battles and are scared forvermore by them.Forever echoing in the desolate city.

That forsaken kingdom of light and song was destroyed, and has faded from the face of a mournful earth.  The people where either killed or they scattered to the farthest corners of the fantastical earth.
Tales of the glorious kingdom that was attacked by demons from hell, became a bedtime story for naughty children,to frighten them into good behaviour.Its fate was mocked by all, because to them it was just a fantasy.

That day was terrible and tragic,but when people talk of it's disaster ,they forget that a little girl born with a destiny to rule was there. The daughter of the fallen kingdom escaped the tragedy of the mass slaughter.She survived and is angered
I should known.

My name is Arcadia Mira Dragnir.
The lost princess of Wulfren.
I am getting back my kingdom. The pillagers that desecrated its holy walls will be struck down in vengeance.They are destined to feel the Sharp fury of my sword.

This is my woeful tale ...