Mind and Matter

God save the Queen.

"In school, we learned about the world before ours,

about the angels and gods that lived in the sky,

ruling the earth with kind and loving hands.

some say those are just stories,

but I don't believe them.

The gods rule us still.

They have come down from the stars.

And they are no longer kind. "

Victoria has never seen such curse. Given that it hasn't been a long life, but still.

People are running around the palace like a madman, healers from various houses were called in to assist. Security are extra tight, watching their every move. A part of her wanted to ask what might've gone wrong, but a small scared part of her didn't want to bother knowing.

You are a silver. You do not have fear in your body. You are a soldier through and through. You are a child of mind and matter. You do not bend and break. You do not fear anything.

Despite this little encouragement in head, Victoria Vaim remains in the same condition she was a few seconds ago. Scared, vulnerable, nervous. Qualities that a silver doesn't have.

A few feet away from her, something incredible is taking place. Queen Carina of House Vaim is giving birth to the future queen of Norta. But what scares her is that it's not always like this. In what seems like a normal birth giving in Silver standards, a healer that is from the house's close circle gets called in, only closest friends and family are invited, and no more than two Royal Guards are on duty. Something about this seems off, the palace shouldn't be this crowded, a silver do not need this many healers. 

What's happening? is my aunt dying?  would the healers be able to save my aunt if something goes wrong? what if they have have to choose between her and the child?

Her thoughts were interrupted by the huge steel door of the infirmary room. King Ansel walked out looking as intimidating as ever with his sharp eyes. He walked towards where she was seated, shoulders set and straight.

"Is everything alright?" Victoria asked quickly. She stood up from her position and the fear amplified and ran through her body. Please let everything be okay.

"Everything's fine." Her uncle said softly. "You want to have a look?"

She nodded. Together they walked into the infirmary where the Queen gave birth. She watched as the healers rushed back and forth to her aunt who is drenched sweat and to the corner where a baby was wrapped in blankets.

"This little one is Frances." King Ansel said walking towards the corner, "The great heir to the House Vaim and our next queen."

Victoria smiled at the child. The child had brown eyes who would later turn into storm grey, her cheeks glowed with warmth, already showing promising features of a queen.

"Your Highness, The House Calore will be arriving soon." Dominic, the palace's head of staff said holding a silver card. "For the mean time, We need to get a tilk for the Acte De Naissance, the council would want that in their office immediately."

Acte De Naissance is a card that basically proves your a silver and in this case, a royalty.

One of the healers quickly took the card and went straight towards the baby. I took glimpse and noticed that her name was written in a neat lettering next to it the date and the seal of Norta. Frances Vaim of Norta. Sounds fitting.

A tiny needle touched her skin and the tube filled.

With red  blood.

19 years later

It was how you would expect it to be. The child we all thought would become queen ended up being a prisoner of her castle. don't show them your power, don't show them what you're made of, don't show them everything you can do.  All her life she was trained how to keep her powers under control, and how to blend in in the crowds of Silvers, how to hide and how to pretend. The four walls of the palace became her freedom, the walls kept her safe, the walls made her safe and strong, at least that is what they keep telling her. But she's grown, she's not the same kid you all fooled.

Frances ended up being a telekinesis. The apparent production of motion in objects without contact or other physical means.  Absolutely no one in the Silver history have heard of such things, she is a myth, the impossible. And that scares her family. 

They have told the story about the angels and gods that lived in the sky, ruling the earth with kind and loving hands, and how they are no longer kind. But they never told you about those who lived under, those who had to stay hidden, those that we are scared of. They've come up, ready to set the world on fire and call it rain. Flame and shadow, red as dawn.

You are a silver. You do not have fear in your body. You are a soldier through and through. You are a child of mind and matter. You do not bend and break. You do not fear anything.

"How long will you be inside, Your Highness?" The Royal Guard asked.

Frances turned and stared at him for what seems like eternity. She watched as his face turn blue, the Silver's way of blushing. She has that affect on people. And it just amuses her seeing their discomfort. 

"I will be inside exactly the amount of time needed, and not longer. Do not question me again."

"Of course, I meant no offence Your Highness." The Royal Guard swallowed hard.

If she was a silver, that would've been his end, but she's not a silver. She's not like her people.

As soon as she stepped into the tailor's shop she heard a familiar voice.

"Welcome to Scarlet Guard, Princess Frances. We've been expecting you."