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Storia MidReal
Empire of Shadows: The Exiled Princess
Scenario:My name is Rockinora Etheralia Cristel,
Youngest princess of 6 of Darkirian Empire.I was different from all with silver blonde hair with elfen features, I was mis treated by my older siblings neglected by my father and the empress.i was merely a concubines daughter,punished for mistakes and crimes I did not commit.Branded a villaines who was going to be the downfall of our empire due to my monstrous magic....How can they brand a child evil ?
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Rockinora Etheralia Cristel
young princess, estranged from family, silver blonde hair, elfen features, resilient and cunning.
Eadric Thorne
childhood friend and secret ally to Rockinora, loyal to Rockinora, dark hair with stormy eyes, brave and protective.
Thalassa Varelia Cristel
older sister and heir to the throne, conflicted with Rockinora, dark hair, regal appearance, ambitious and ruthless.
I was born a princess.
But I would not die as one.
The words echoed in my mind as I ran through the forest, the hem of my dress torn and bloodied from the branches that clawed at me.
I could hear the shouts of my pursuers behind me, their voices growing louder with each passing second.
But I didn’t stop.
I couldn’t stop.
If I did, they would catch me, and then it would all be over.
My heart pounded in my chest as I pushed myself to run faster, to go farther, to escape.
I had to get away.
I had to survive.
For if I didn’t, everything I had worked for would be for nothing.
My breath came in ragged gasps, each one a struggle against the burning in my lungs.
The forest was dense, the trees towering above me like silent sentinels, their branches reaching out as if to ensnare me.
I stumbled over a root, barely catching myself before I fell face-first into the dirt.
"She's over here!" one of the guards shouted, his voice cutting through the stillness of the night.
Panic surged within me, but I forced myself to keep moving.
I couldn't let them catch me.
Not after everything I had endured.
Memories flashed before my eyes: the cold, dark cell where they had kept me; the cruel punishments meted out for imagined slights; the isolation that had nearly driven me mad.
I pushed those thoughts away and focused on the path ahead.
The terrain was treacherous, the ground uneven and littered with fallen branches and leaves.
I could hear the guards crashing through the underbrush behind me, their heavy footsteps growing closer.
Desperation clawed at my throat.
I needed to find a place to hide, somewhere they wouldn't think to look.
Up ahead, I spotted a dark opening in the side of a hill—a cave, hidden among the trees.
With no other options, I sprinted towards it, praying that it would offer some semblance of safety.
I dove inside, landing hard on the rocky ground.
Pain shot through my knees and palms, but I ignored it and scrambled deeper into the darkness.
The cave was cool and damp, the air thick with the scent of earth and moss.
I pressed myself against the rough stone wall, trying to quiet my breathing as I listened for any sign of pursuit.
The shouts of the guards grew fainter, then stopped altogether.
Had they lost my trail?
I dared not move or make a sound.
Time seemed to stretch on endlessly as I waited in the darkness, every muscle in my body tense with fear.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I heard footsteps approaching the entrance of the cave.
My heart leapt into my throat as I held my breath.
A beam of light pierced the darkness as one of the guards shone a lantern into the cave.
"She can't have gone far," he muttered to himself. "Keep looking."
The light swept across the walls of the cave, coming dangerously close to where I was hiding.
I pressed myself even harder against the stone, willing myself to disappear.
After a few agonizing moments, the guard turned and left, taking the light with him.
I exhaled slowly, relief flooding through me.
But I knew I couldn't stay here forever.
Eventually, they would find me if I didn't keep moving.
I waited until I was sure they were gone before creeping towards the entrance of the cave.
The forest outside was eerily quiet, save for the distant calls of nocturnal animals.
I stepped out into the night air, my senses on high alert for any sign of danger.
Suddenly, a hand clamped down on my shoulder from behind.
Eadric Thorne stood before me, his expression urgent.
"We need to move," he said, glancing over his shoulder.
I hesitated but nodded, trusting him.
We navigated through the forest, our footsteps barely making a sound on the soft earth.
The moonlight filtered through the canopy above, casting eerie shadows on the ground.
Eadric moved with purpose, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of danger.
I followed closely, my heart still racing from the close call in the cave.
"Stay low," Eadric whispered, pulling me down behind a thick bush as we heard voices nearby.
We crouched in silence, watching as a patrol of guards passed by, their torches flickering in the darkness.
Once they were out of sight, Eadric motioned for us to continue.
After what felt like hours of weaving through the dense forest, we finally arrived at a hidden cabin deep in the woods.
It was small and unassuming, almost blending into the surrounding trees.
Eadric pushed open the door and ushered me inside.
The interior was dimly lit by a single lantern hanging from the ceiling.
The air smelled of wood and dust.
A table stood in the center of the room, cluttered with maps and papers.
Eadric closed the door behind us and turned to face me.
"We don't have much time," he said, spreading out a large map on the table. "This is our route to escape the empire's borders."
I leaned over the map, tracing the path with my finger.
It led through treacherous terrain and dangerous territories.
A mix of hope and dread washed over me.
I knew our journey would be perilous, but Eadric's presence gave me strength.
"We can do this," I said firmly, meeting his gaze.
He nodded. "We have to. There's no other choice."
We began gathering supplies from around the cabin—food, water, weapons—anything that might aid us on our journey.
The urgency of our situation pressed down on us like a heavy weight.
As we prepared to leave, a sound outside froze us in place.
Footsteps approached the cabin, growing louder with each passing second.
Eadric grabbed my arm and pulled me towards a trapdoor hidden beneath a rug on the floor.
"Quickly," he whispered urgently. "Get inside."
Eadric followed, closing the door above us with a soft thud.
We were plunged into darkness, the only sound our labored breathing.
"Stay close," Eadric whispered, his voice barely audible.
I felt his hand grasp mine, guiding me through the pitch-black tunnel.
The walls were narrow, forcing us to crawl on our hands and knees.
The air was thick with moisture, and the cold seeped into my bones.
Our breaths echoed in the confined space, each inhalation a reminder of how close we were to being discovered.
Above us, muffled voices drifted down through the earth.
I couldn't make out what they were saying, but the urgency in their tones was unmistakable.
My heart pounded in my chest, fear and adrenaline coursing through my veins.
We had to move faster.
"Eadric," I whispered, my voice trembling. "They're right above us."
"I know," he replied, his grip on my hand tightening. "Just keep moving."
We crawled forward, our movements hurried and desperate.
The tunnel seemed to stretch on forever, each inch gained a small victory against the encroaching danger.
Finally, after crawling for a long while, the tunnel began to widen.
A faint light appeared ahead of us, growing brighter as we crawled our.
We emerged into a small clearing deep within the forest.
The moonlight cast a silvery glow over the scene, illuminating the tall trees that surrounded us like silent guardians.
Eadric scanned the area, his eyes sharp and alert.
"It's clear," he said softly, helping me to my feet.
I leaned against a tree, trying to catch my breath.
My mind raced with everything that has happened, we were almost discovered.
We had come so far, but our journey was far from over.
Eadric handed me a flask of water. "Drink," he urged. "We need to keep moving."
I took a sip, the cool liquid soothing my parched throat.
"Thank you," I murmured, handing the flask back to him.
He nodded. "Are you ready?"
I took a deep breath and nodded. "Yes. Let's go."
We set off once more, our figures blending with the shadows of the night.
The forest was dense and foreboding, each step a reminder of the dangers that lurked within its depths.
But we moved on, we couldn't stop not even for a second.
As we navigated through the underbrush, I couldn't shake the feeling that we were being watched.
Every rustle of leaves or snap of a twig set my nerves on edge.
But Eadric remained focused, his presence a steady anchor in the midst of chaos.
"We're almost there," he whispered after some time had passed. "Just a little further."
I nodded silently, pushing myself to keep up with his pace.
The terrain grew more challenging as we went deeper into the forest.
Rocks and roots threatened to trip us at every turn.
Suddenly, Eadric stopped short and held up a hand for silence.
I froze beside him, straining to hear what had caught his attention.
Voices—faint but unmistakable—drifted through the trees ahead of us.
"They're close," Eadric muttered under his breath. "Too close."
Panic surged within me once more. "What do we do?"
He glanced around quickly before spotting a large fallen log nearby. "Hide behind that log," he instructed. "I'll draw them away."
"No!" I protested immediately. "I'm not leaving you!"
"You have to," he insisted urgently. "It's our only chance."
Before I could argue further or even process what was happening fully—he was gone—disappearing into darkness like smoke dissipating into thin air.
The forest was eerily silent.
I gripped a small dagger Eadric had given me, my knuckles white.
Minutes felt like hours.
Suddenly, twigs snapped nearby.
My breath caught in my throat.
A shadowy figure emerged from the trees.
It was Thalassa, my older sister, with a cold, calculating expression.
"Did you really think you could escape?" Thalassa sneered, advancing slowly.
I stood up, defiant despite my fear.
"I won't go back," I declared, ready to fight if necessary.
Thalassa's eyes narrowed, and she drew her sword.
"You always were the stubborn one," she said, her voice dripping with disdain.
I tightened my grip on the dagger, my mind racing for a plan.
"Why are you doing this?" I demanded. "We used to be close."
Thalassa laughed, a harsh sound that echoed through the trees.
"That was before you betrayed us all," she spat.
"I didn't betray anyone!" I shouted back. "I wanted freedom!"
"Freedom?" Thalassa scoffed. "You mean chaos. You abandoned your duty."
She lunged at me with her sword.
I barely managed to dodge her strike, the blade slicing through the air where I had been standing moments before.
"You don't understand," I said, trying to reason with her even as I prepared for another attack.
"This isn't about duty or betrayal. It's about survival."
"Survival?" Thalassa repeated mockingly. "You think running away will save you?"
She swung her sword again, and this time I parried with my dagger.
The force of the impact sent vibrations up my arm, but I held firm.
"I know it will," I said through gritted teeth. "Because I'm not alone."
Thalassa's eyes flickered with uncertainty for a brief moment before hardening again.
"You're delusional," she hissed. "And now you'll pay for your foolishness."
She attacked with renewed ferocity, her strikes coming faster and harder than before.
I struggled to keep up, each clash of our weapons sending sparks into the night air.
As we fought, memories of our childhood together flashed through my mind—playing in the palace gardens, sharing secrets late into the night.
But those days were long gone.
Now we were enemies, locked in a deadly struggle.
Thalassa's sword grazed my arm, drawing blood.
I winced but didn't let it slow me down.
I had to stay focused if I wanted to survive this encounter.
"You can't win," Thalassa taunted as she pressed her advantage.
"You never could beat me."
Her words stung because they were true.
She had always been stronger, faster, more skilled.
But I had something she didn't—determination born from desperation.
With a burst of energy, I launched myself at her, aiming for a weak spot in her defenses.
My dagger found its mark, slicing across her side.
Thalassa cried out in pain and staggered back, clutching her wound.
For a moment, we both stood there panting and staring at each other—sisters turned adversaries by fate.
"This isn't over," Thalassa growled through clenched teeth.
"I will find you again."
Before I could respond or stop her, she turned and disappeared into the shadows of the forest.
I stood there trembling from the adrenaline coursing through my veins and the realization of what had just happened.
The forest around me seemed to close in as silence returned once more.
"Eadric!" I called out softly but urgently.
"Eadric!"
There was no response.
Panic began to set in as I scanned the darkness for any sign of him.
Had he been captured? Or worse?
Just as fear threatened to overwhelm me completely, a familiar figure emerged from behind a tree—Eadric!
He looked battered but alive.
"Are you alright?" he asked breathlessly as he reached me.
I nodded shakily. "Yes... but Thalassa was here."
His expression darkened at the mention of my sister's name.
"We need to move now," he said firmly. "They'll be back soon."
