MidReal Story
Thorn of Betrayal
Scenario: The book title is warrior princess her name is princess Ravenna blood thorn and she is a warrior..a warrior princess she fight against crime and do right by her name and the kingdom. She fight to win not lose because she have win. But one day I may not win but maybe there's hope. She falls in love with the forbidden prince everyone she knows doesn't approve but if she doesn't care she falls for him and wants him but then she gets captured by her alistar people and he doesn't know he goes to her kingdom of elara to find her but he runs in to trouble while prince Ravenna is being tortured by his people
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I could hear the screams of the innocent as I ran through the forest.
The kingdom of Alistar was under attack, and I was in the middle of it.
My father had sent me to kill as many of them as I could, but I wasn’t prepared for what I was seeing.
The kingdom was on fire, and people were running for their lives.
I had never seen anything like this before, and it made me sick to my stomach.
I had been training for this moment my entire life, but nothing could have prepared me for what I was seeing.
I had killed before, but it was always in battle.
This was different; these people were running for their lives, and I was sent here to kill them.
I knew that if I didn’t do what my father asked of me, he would have my head on a platter.
He didn’t care who got in our way; he just wanted to take over their kingdom and make it his own.
He would stop at nothing to get what he wanted, even if that meant killing innocent people in the process.
As I emerged from the forest, I found myself in the middle of the battlefield.
The fighting was fierce, and it was impossible to tell who was winning.
I could see my fellow warriors hacking away at the enemy with their swords, while others were shooting arrows at them from a distance.
The ground was littered with dead bodies, and the air was thick with the smell of blood.
It was a gruesome sight, but I knew that this was only the beginning.
The kingdom of Alistar would soon be ours, and there was nothing anyone could do to stop it.
A sword came flying towards me, but I managed to block it with my shield.
I quickly countered with a strike of my own and watched as the enemy fell to the ground.
I felt a surge of pride as I ran my sword through his chest.
I had just taken a life, and I had done it without a second thought.
But that was what I had been trained to do.
As the warrior fell to the ground, I turned my attention back to the battle.
The enemy was coming at us from all sides, and we were quickly becoming overwhelmed.
But we were determined to win at all costs.
Our kingdom had been at war for as long as I could remember, and it didn’t look like it would be ending anytime soon.
My father was a ruthless king who only cared about power and conquest.
He had waged war on countless kingdoms over the years and had left a trail of destruction in his wake.
The people who survived his attacks were forced into slavery, where they spent the rest of their days serving him.
I hated him for what he had done, but I knew better than to let him see that.
He was my father, and I was his daughter.
And as his daughter, it was my duty to obey him no matter what.
Even if that meant killing innocent people in cold blood.
As I continued to fight, something inside me changed.
I wasn’t sure what it was, but I could feel it deep down in my soul.
The killing didn’t bother me like it used to; instead, it excited me.
It made me feel powerful and alive.
I looked around at my fellow warriors and saw the same look on their faces.
They were enjoying this; they were reveling in the chaos and destruction they were causing.
But not me.
I was different, and I knew it.
And that made me afraid.
Suddenly, a loud horn sounded, signaling that our enemy had retreated.
The battle was over, and we had won.
The other warriors let out a cheer and hoisted their weapons into the air in triumph.
But I didn’t join in their celebration.
Instead, I stood there staring at the ground, unable to move or speak.
We had just won a battle against the kingdom of Alistar, our sworn enemy, and I had never felt so alive.
My heart was racing, and I could feel the blood pumping through my veins as I surveyed the destruction around me.
Bodies littered the ground, and the air was thick with the smell of death and decay.
The kingdom of Alistar was in ruins, and it was all because of us.
We had attacked them without warning and had slaughtered hundreds of innocent people in cold blood.
It was a brutal and senseless act, but it was something that had to be done if we were to achieve our goal.
And it was something that I had been trained to do since I was a child.
I was a warrior princess of Elara, and my life’s purpose was to defend my kingdom against all threats, foreign and domestic.
And now, as I stood here on the battlefield, watching as my warriors looted and pillaged their way through the city, I couldn’t help but wonder if what we were doing was right.
I shook my head, trying to clear away the doubt that had crept into my mind.
There was no time for second-guessing, not when the enemy was still out there waiting to be defeated.
I tightened my grip on my sword and raised my shield, preparing myself for the next battle that was sure to come.
As if on cue, a familiar figure appeared on the horizon, leading a group of warriors towards us.
It was Prince Alistar, the youngest son of the enemy king, and the man I had been sent here to kill.
He was tall and handsome with striking features and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through me.
His golden hair fell in waves around his shoulders, and his muscles rippled beneath his armor as he rode towards us on his powerful black stallion.
My heart skipped a beat as I watched him approach, and I felt a strange desire burning inside me that I couldn’t quite explain.
I quickly shook away the thought, cursing myself for being so foolish.
I was a warrior princess of Elara, and he was the enemy.
There was no room for feelings, especially not for him.
As Alistar and his warriors drew nearer, I could see the anger in their eyes.
They were here for revenge, and they weren’t about to let us get away with what we had done.
But before they could attack, Alistar raised his hand, signaling for them to stop.
He dismounted from his horse and began to speak, his voice loud and commanding as he addressed my father, King Thorne.
“Your majesty,” he said, “this is not over.
We will have our revenge, mark my words.”
My father laughed, waving away his threats as if they were nothing more than empty words.
He turned to me, putting a hand on my shoulder as he spoke.
“Ravenna,” he said, “I know you want to kill him, but we can’t let him escape.”
I nodded, knowing what he was asking of me.
Alistar and his warriors had strategically retreated earlier in order to lure us into their trap.
As soon as we had fallen for the bait and pursued them to this location, he had ordered the attack.
It was a smart move on their part, but it was one that would ultimately prove to be their downfall.
I lifted my sword and shouted the command to attack.
My warriors charged forward with a fierce battle cry, determined to destroy Alistar and his forces at all costs.
The sound of metal clashing against metal filled the air as we collided with the enemy.
Warriors on both sides fell to the ground, their bodies broken and bloodied as the fighting raged on.
I swung my sword with deadly precision, cutting down enemy after enemy as I made my way through their ranks.
Our forces were outnumbered, but we were stronger and better trained than they were.
We quickly overpowered them, pushing them back towards the castle walls.
But even as they tried to retreat, we continued to chase them down and cut them down like animals.
It was a brutal and senseless display of power, and my heart ached at the sight of so much destruction.
So many lives lost in the blink of an eye.
As we tore through the enemy’s defenses, I came across a wounded soldier lying on the ground in front of me.
He looked up at me with fear in his eyes and begged for his life.
“Please,” he cried, “have mercy on me.I don’t want to die.”
I raised my sword to strike him down without a second thought, but then I recognized his face.
He was one of the men who had fought in the last battle against us.
I had killed so many of his comrades that day.
I could still see their faces in my dreams, haunting me.
But this man was different.
He was just a boy who had been ordered to fight by his king.
A king who didn’t care about his people or their lives.
And so I did the only thing that I could do.
“Go,” I said, “and never return.”
The soldier’s eyes widened in surprise as he stared up at me in shock.
He quickly scrambled to his feet and ran away as fast as he could, disappearing into the chaos of battle all around us.
I watched him go before turning my attention back to the fight.
This was madness, I realized.
We were supposed to be the good guys, the righteous ones fighting for justice and peace.
But what we were doing here was anything but just or peaceful.
We were destroying an entire kingdom and slaughtering its people for no reason other than the fact that we could.
And all for the sake of power and control.
As we continued to push forward towards the castle gates, a group of Alistarian soldiers suddenly emerged from the forest behind us and began attacking our forces from behind.
My father quickly ordered me to deal with them while he and Prince Zander led the others forward.