The day was out of a book. The sky clear, the air warm, and only a slight breeze to brush across the expansive landscape dotted with cityscapes in the distance. Kyuliel sat on the edges of the castle walls, not unlike a cat desiring dangerously high perches to be comfortable, as she wrote on the soft, hand-made pages of her book with a piece of shaped charcoal. She was oblivious to the beautiful day and completely entrapped in her world. So many adventures and quests were unfolded in the pages of the book, of things Kyuliel had only seen in her mind, and would probably never experience herself. Half filled; the book used many older tomes from the castle library to draw reference to... Old mysteries, old prophecies quenched within the pages.
Her older brother, Tarre, had used to listen to the stories and legends when they was younger, until she read to him a certain prophecy entailing three girls who would come together to grant great power and immortality to one chosen individual. The Onika, as they were called, also held great power themselves, but were created so that they would willingly follow any order of their master. Kyuliel could not figure why this one story made Tarre be disgusted by every other story; if it were the beauty of this one and his therein obsession with it, or if it shed light to make all of the stories, including that one, somehow a waste of time. She had tried to rewrite some of the other stories and that particular one itself in order to reverse the problem, but he had refused since to listen to anything she had to say and did not even seem to stand her presence around him.
But it could have simply been their father's deteriorating condition and Tarre's dissatisfaction with how the kingdom was currently being ruled. Tarre would be the emperor soon though, as their father was dying, having lived his time on this earth, and then his ideals would be put in motion. No, that was untrue; Tarre had already begun reorganizing the routine of the castle to fit his vision.
Kyuliel sighed and looked up from her book for a moment, gazing at the horizon before her, trying to think about how to start her next story. Below her there was a militia squad doing training in preparation for an expedition. Yes, that was perfect. The woman leading the squad with short blonde hair and bulky figure would be her main character…
“Captain, can you perhaps tell us any idea of what we are preparing for?” an exhausted young man queried of the tall blonde captain.
