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A girl on a jet-black mare trotted down the dirt road alone. It was near dark and she still had a long way to travel before she could rest. She carried little baggage, only a sleep roll and one bag. She covered herself with a brown cloak. She kept her face and every other part of her body covered by it.
A man followed behind her. When the girl sensed his presence she pulled her mare to a stop and faced him. He was probably some peasant waiting for the right time to come and take some money from her. She was not worried, even if he was a robber, she could well protect herself. Yet somehow he seemed familiar to her.
“What do you want with me?” she called to him. At first he made no move, then he walked closer. She noticed a limp in his right leg. She didn’t have time for this, she had to get away, fast. “I ask you again. I have nothing that you would want. Why do you follow?” He looked up at her as he shifted his hands in his cloak and drew out a knife.
“You will pay for the crime you have committed!” he yelled as he pushed her off her mare. Then she recognized the man and scrabbled to her feet. She stood tall and proud. Her hood had fallen back to reveal her long straight black hair and bright blue eyes.
“you silly old man. Do you really think you’re a match for me? Do you want the same fate as your brother?” she smirked at the look on his face and drew her own dagger.
Off down the road came the sound of hooves pounding on the dirt. Someone was coming. The man and the girl looked to find the source. It was a grey stallion. Never before had the girl seen a stallion so beautiful, and she had seen many. She put her dagger back in its hiding spot and climbed onto the mare.
The stallion’s rider was a woman. She wore a cloak made of a fine silk from the Dwarven Mountains. It was light grey in color and had intricate silver patterns around the edges. The hood was pushed back so her face was shown. She was beautiful. She had flowing silver-white hair and deep, violet eyes. She had skin so white and fair it almost glowed and her lips were full and red. She had a triangular symbol on her forehead.
She rode her stallion up to the two and stopped a few feet in front of them. The man shifted legs and got ready to run.
“What goes here,” the woman asked. The man turned and dashed down the road. Both women watched him for a minute then turned back to each other. They looked in each other’s eyes.
That horse of hers doesn’t move, thought the girl as she looked over the woman on the grey stallion, that horse is no more normal than its rider, and if this woman is human, make me a slave.
“I appreciate your help, Pheonix-mistress, but I need not your protection.” Said the girl. The woman looked surprised at the girl, and the girl looked up at her forehead. “That symbol means Pheonixlord, does it not?”
The woman smiled. “I did not come to protect you, it just happened that way.”
“Then what is your business here?” asked the girl.
“You speak so informal to me,” she said, amused.
The girl reached behind her into the bag and pulled out a golden tiara. She placed it on her head. “Princess Kirra.”
“I am Kayel of Sacron Keep, last born Pheonixlord,” Kirra smiled. Then Kayel did something completely unpredicatable. She bowed to Kirra.
Kirra bowed in return. “You flatter me, a Pheonixlord bow to a princess?”
“The position of princess demands respect as well,” said Kayel. “You are out late, and with no escorts?”
Princess Kirra looked away from the girl at this, bringing more questions to Kayel’s mind.
“And if I’m not mistaken, the castle is the other direction,” Kirra avoided eye contact with her. “Where do you head, princess?”
“Away, far away,” she answered.
“And I assume no one knows where you head.”
“No, no one,” she dared not look into the Pheonixlord’s eyes, she may be princess, but this was a Pheonixlord. She knew her place.
“Come, princess, I will ride with you for a while,” Kayel started down the road again, but Kirra stayed where she was.
“I don’t need your help or protection, Pheonix-mistress,” she snapped. And it would be too dangerous for me to ride with you. Can a Pheonixlord read minds?
“And I don’t plan to give it to you, but seeing as I go this way and you go this way, I thought we could keep each other’s company, I do not doubt that you can protect yourself,” she said.
She would be a powerful friend to have. And with that last thought, Kirra pushed her mare to catch up to Kayel.
“When you put it that way,” she said and they exchanged smiles.
The two women rode in silence for a long time. The sky was dark now, only the stars lit the road. Kayel held out her hand and the wind swirled, then froze over. Kirra looked at the frozen wind in awe.
“Here, take this, it will give you light and keep you warm,” said Kayel. Kirra reached out to take it but pulled away before she touched it. “What, princess, it wont bite”
Kirra reached out again and took the ball into her hand. She studied it. It was glowing white and it had imprints of feathers all over it.
“How…” she started to ask.
“Magic,” said Kayel, smiling. Then she made another one exactly like Kirra’s and held it out in front of her. Then she let go and Kirra almost yelled. How could she destroy such a beautiful thing just like that? But as Kayel’s hand pulled away the ball didn’t drop and shatter. Instead it floated out in front of her. Kirra quickly held her frozen wind out the same way Kayel had done and let go. Hers, too, floated. Kirra stared in awe.
After a few minutes of silence Kayel looked over at Kirra and found her staring at the symbol on her forehead.
“What, Princess?” she asked Kirra, amused.
“N-Nothing, I was just wondering. Why do they call you Pheonixlords?” she asked.
“Because we are half pheonix, half human.”
“You look all human to me,” said Kirra.
“That is because I change into a pheonix, when I please,” said Kayel, half laughing. She liked this girl.
“I would love to see that,” she said, once again touching the floating frozen wind.
“I look just like a pheonix would, feathers of fire, wings…”
“You can fly?” she asked, looking at Kayel again.
“Yes, I can, I have all powers of real pheonix.”
“I want to see you in pheonix form,” said Kirra.
“I can’t change now, Princess, I need to be in a large open area, and as you can see we are in the middle of the forest.”
“Can I see you change when we get to an open area?”
“No human has ever seen the changing process before,” said Kayel after a minute of thought.
“I can be the first,” said Kirra. The two of them stopped the conversation at that. Kirra didn’t want to make the Pheonixlord wonder at her motives and Kayel didn’t want to admit that Kirra might not be able to see the transformation.
“Where is she?!” Demanded the king.
“I-I don’t know, sire. She was here and now she’s not,” said a young man.
“You were told to keep an eye on her,” said the queen.
“Heaven sake that child, she’s going to get it when I find her!” yelled the king.
“Now Xavier, dear, she is only a child,” said the queen.
“Don’t ‘Now Xavier’ me Josephine, I am king and what I say goes!” He stormed out of the princess’s quarters and down the hall. Queen Josephine shook her head and followed him out.
“Oh, I do hope she is alright,” she said.
“Oh I do too, because I want to be the one to kill her!”
“Dear, now surely you can’t be serious!”
“I swear she will never see the sun again! Why! When I get my hands on her…” King Xavier turned around suddenly and made as if to strangle an invisible person.
“Dear!” said the queen shocked.
“Dear!!” said the king, imitating his wife’s voice. The servant man let a small laugh escape. The queen gave him an evil look and then continued to follow her husband down the hall and into the throne room. The king sat down in his throne, still in his night cloths and cap, and rested his head on his hand. “I can’t take it Josephine, I couldn’t bear to loose another child. Why does she continually provoke me?”
“I don’t know, dear,” she said and sat down in her throne next to him.
“We treat her well.”
“Yes we do,” she agreed.
The servant man nodded.
“We clothe her and give her everything she wants,” said Xavier.
“Yes, yes,” said Josephine.
“Then why does she keep breaking our hearts?” Xavier asked.
“I don’t know, I honestly don’t,” and she sighed.
The servant man sighed too. The three of them sat in silence for a moment. Then the king thought of something.
“Maybe she doesn’t want the throne?” he said.
The queen and the servant looked at him.
“No, no, why would she not want it?” he said at last.
“We will find her and bring her back. The Captain will start the search tomorrow morning. Until then all we can do it wait and pray she is still alive,” said Josephine. The king nodded and so did the servant. Then the king and queen stood up and went back to bed.
