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The king of Kelan looked out of his window as he reclined on the large bed. The view that used to be clear blue skies, white clouds or night stars, was now a glass skyscraper. "Why did I allow them to build so close to my palace?" The king said sadly. He looked at his family portrait, which hung on the wall in front of his bed. There was the image of himself, his wife and his daughter. "We were too old to have a baby and somehow you managed to." He said to the picture as he placed his hand over his mouth and coughed loudly.
A maid walked inside quickly, her attention going directly to the coughing king. "My lord." She said before taking a quick bow. "You should rest more, your cough is getting worse."
The king shook his head slowly. "I'm fine. How's my daughter? Has she changed her mind yet?"
The maid looked down at her feet. "She doesn't want to take on such a responsibility. She feels she is too young and that such position will drain her life again, like it did to you."
The king chuckled before it turned into another violent cough. "She doesn't understand, but we have no other choice. If Ganger of the house of Toru becomes king, he will lead this nation to war." The king looked up with his tired eyes. "We have worked too hard to finally have peace, to let someone come and wash it all away."
*In the throne room*
There was a big round table in the middle of the room, where several people had gathered. One of them brushed his black hair with his hand. He had mean looking eyes, a neatly kept beard, and was wearing a long black coat, a white dress shirt under and black pants. He then placed his hands under his chin as he began to speak. "Obviously leaving someone so incompetent as the princess in charge of the most powerful nation is foolish. I offer to make Kelan into the greatest nation in history, while King Lancelot just wants to laugh and smile at the sun. Any day our neighboring nations could unite and take us out, take everything we have worked so hard for. Yet, you all sit here and consider leaving a spoiled brat in charge, who, may I mention, is being placed there by her sick absent-minded father!"
"Enough!" A bulky man of short brown hair stood up and slammed his hands on the table, causing an echo throughout the throne room. "We are not here to overthrow King Lancelot, we are here to make sure the princess has all of our help when she takes the throne." He sat back down. "Our king has made this nation blossom into what it is today, while you Torus just sit in the shadows looking for a chance to take his place."
The man in the black coat leaned back on his chair. "This isn't about a thousand year old family feud, this is about the future of the nation." The man stood up. "Remember my words, for when I am crowned, as Ganger, King of Kelan, the world will be united and have eternal peace." He turned around and walked out, slamming the enormous doors behind him.
A woman with white hair, pale skin and a light blue dress smirked. "Why do we even have him at these meetings?" She looked at the bulky man. "Now Tigreal, why are we really here?"
The bulky man, Tigreal sighed and stood up to speak. "Well Aurora, something has happened that might make Ganger's dreams come true."
A dark blond lady who had really blue eyes and was wearing a black baseball hat giggled. "What? Did the princess ditch her duty? Come on, she isn't that selfish."
"Actually Layla..." Tigreal replied. "She is. The princess has disappeared."
A dark elf of purplish skin and dark purple hair stood up, with a mean look in her black eyes. "How did this happen? If someone finds out, she could easily be killed!"
"Settle down Karrina, we know this and that is why..." Tigreal stopped when he saw Karrina had vanished. He sighed loudly. "Do not let the king know about this until we find her. Nobody, specially Toru, can find out. The better this is kept from anyone else, the less danger there is for the princess."
*Downtown Winchester, Kelan*
"So you're saying this phone is untraceable." A girl wearing a dark red hoodie, which obscured her face, queried.
A thin man wearing a white shirt and blue vest leaned over the electronics store counter. "I already told ya, it is a new number and a new phone. As long as you don't register your real name on it, nobody will know it's you. Get it?" He looked annoyed.
"Okay, how much?" The hooded girl replied.
"Free, the phone you gave me is worth three times that one. I even feel bad for the trade, you sure you don't want anything else?" The man said pointing at the different accessories on the back shelf.
A few moments later the hooded girl walked out, a red bracelet, which was the new phone, on her wrist, and on her ears the latest wireless headphones. She walked with the hood covering her face as much as possible and trying to avoid dwarves that passed by looking up at her. She eventually reached a small park, where she took a seat at a bench and opened up her phone. "It says I need a name." She said aloud.
A Chandelure appeared next to her, hovering above her shoulder to look at the holographic screen over the girl's wrist. The girl turned to the ghost Pokemon. "True, nobody knows your name, Zhask it is. Although I doubt people will believe my name is Zhask." She looked around, as if searching for something with suspicious eyes, then continued to talk to Zhask. "So how long until you take my soul?" She asked and then paused as if listening to an answer. After a few seconds she continued talking. "So if I live 100 years that is how long I can use your powers? What if I become immortal?" She once again waited for an answer and then continued. "Well, maybe I will become the first person to become immortal, you never know. So how do you know my soul is that good?" She paused for a few moments. "I did not need to know you licked my soul. Even if I didn't notice, it is just wrong. Please don't touch it until I die."
A soft laugh was heard, almost as if the wind had done it. The hooded girl stood up and made her way down the street. She kept walking all day, stopping to buy something to drink or eat on the way and then kept walking. She would occasionally talk to the wind as if she was having an actual conversation with someone who wasn't there. Then sunset came, and she found herself in the outskirts of the city, known as "Guild Walkway". A place where most of the guilds had their houses set up, although some others had theirs further into the mountains.
"I see your logic in coming to a place where there aren't as many people, but aren't there like bad people who wonder around? I was always told to never go to the outsides of the city." The hooded girl said in a low voice. She made her way to a small bar, where she took a seat in the corner. The place was entirely made of dark wood but it seemed to be really clean. The bartender seemed to be a woman, probably in her forties, with long wavy black hair. The waiter was a big bearded man who walked up to the girl sitting in the corner.
"You know, people who come here usually pay more attention to the woman covering her face with a hood. So if you do not want to attract attention, I suggest you take it off." The big man said as he handed over a menu.
The hooded girl went silent for a while, looking to her side as if someone was whispering to her. She then nodded and slowly removed her hood, revealing a pretty face with dark blue eyes and long wavy blonde hair. The bearded man seemed surprised and then chuckled. "In your case you might attract attention either way. Don't worry, I'll make sure nobody bothers you, what can I get you... I'm sorry your name?"
"Thank you, my name is Mak..." She was cut off by sudden goosebumps and then continued. "Zhask." She said with a nervous smile.
The bearded man laughed. "For a moment I thought you would say Maker, they say that's the name of the princess, and well, I would be embarrassed to have royalty here and not be prepared. But they never show their faces outside their castle, for security I think. Anyways, Miss Zhask, what can I get you?"
Maker grinned. "Some coffee, please!"
As the night continued the bar soon became filled with suspicious characters, bounty hunters, thugs, video game streamers, and others. Soon Maker began to fill the eyes set on her as she clearly stood out among the crowd. The bearded waiter gently approached her and told her it was time to leave. Without a second though, the hooded girl left the bar and began walking down the dark streets in search of an Inn to spend the night. But it seemed the faster she walked, the more she got the feeling someone was following her. Maker soon began to get nervous as it seemed the streets were darker and footsteps could be heard after, but she was too afraid to turn around. In her panic, she decided to risk asking for help at a random house, hopefully whoever was behind her, would go away. She turned into the walkway of a random place with the sign "Home of the Galactic Stars and Mistral". She quickly knocked on the door as she feared for her life.
*Meanwhile at the guild house of The Death Merchants*
A woman, with long violet hair and blue eyes, walked in the guild house. She had a traditional suit of what a pirate would wear. Dark blue shirt, white leggings and high top black boots. She stood there for a second, before a smile appeared on her face. "I have a mission, worth fifty thousand up front and fifty more when completed."
The king of Kelan looked out of his window as he reclined on the large bed. The view that used to be clear blue skies, white clouds or night stars, was now a glass skyscraper. "Why did I allow them to build so close to my palace?" The king said sadly. He looked at his family portrait, which hung on the wall in front of his bed. There was the image of himself, his wife and his daughter. "We were too old to have a baby and somehow you managed to." He said to the picture as he placed his hand over his mouth and coughed loudly.
A maid walked inside quickly, her attention going directly to the coughing king. "My lord." She said before taking a quick bow. "You should rest more, your cough is getting worse."
The king shook his head slowly. "I'm fine. How's my daughter? Has she changed her mind yet?"
The maid looked down at her feet. "She doesn't want to take on such a responsibility. She feels she is too young and that such position will drain her life again, like it did to you."
The king chuckled before it turned into another violent cough. "She doesn't understand, but we have no other choice. If Ganger of the house of Toru becomes king, he will lead this nation to war." The king looked up with his tired eyes. "We have worked too hard to finally have peace, to let someone come and wash it all away."
*In the throne room*
There was a big round table in the middle of the room, where several people had gathered. One of them brushed his black hair with his hand. He had mean looking eyes, a neatly kept beard, and was wearing a long black coat, a white dress shirt under and black pants. He then placed his hands under his chin as he began to speak. "Obviously leaving someone so incompetent as the princess in charge of the most powerful nation is foolish. I offer to make Kelan into the greatest nation in history, while King Lancelot just wants to laugh and smile at the sun. Any day our neighboring nations could unite and take us out, take everything we have worked so hard for. Yet, you all sit here and consider leaving a spoiled brat in charge, who, may I mention, is being placed there by her sick absent-minded father!"
"Enough!" A bulky man of short brown hair stood up and slammed his hands on the table, causing an echo throughout the throne room. "We are not here to overthrow King Lancelot, we are here to make sure the princess has all of our help when she takes the throne." He sat back down. "Our king has made this nation blossom into what it is today, while you Torus just sit in the shadows looking for a chance to take his place."
The man in the black coat leaned back on his chair. "This isn't about a thousand year old family feud, this is about the future of the nation." The man stood up. "Remember my words, for when I am crowned, as Ganger, King of Kelan, the world will be united and have eternal peace." He turned around and walked out, slamming the enormous doors behind him.
A woman with white hair, pale skin and a light blue dress smirked. "Why do we even have him at these meetings?" She looked at the bulky man. "Now Tigreal, why are we really here?"
The bulky man, Tigreal sighed and stood up to speak. "Well Aurora, something has happened that might make Ganger's dreams come true."
A dark blond lady who had really blue eyes and was wearing a black baseball hat giggled. "What? Did the princess ditch her duty? Come on, she isn't that selfish."
"Actually Layla..." Tigreal replied. "She is. The princess has disappeared."
A dark elf of purplish skin and dark purple hair stood up, with a mean look in her black eyes. "How did this happen? If someone finds out, she could easily be killed!"
"Settle down Karrina, we know this and that is why..." Tigreal stopped when he saw Karrina had vanished. He sighed loudly. "Do not let the king know about this until we find her. Nobody, specially Toru, can find out. The better this is kept from anyone else, the less danger there is for the princess."
*Downtown Winchester, Kelan*
"So you're saying this phone is untraceable." A girl wearing a dark red hoodie, which obscured her face, queried.
A thin man wearing a white shirt and blue vest leaned over the electronics store counter. "I already told ya, it is a new number and a new phone. As long as you don't register your real name on it, nobody will know it's you. Get it?" He looked annoyed.
"Okay, how much?" The hooded girl replied.
"Free, the phone you gave me is worth three times that one. I even feel bad for the trade, you sure you don't want anything else?" The man said pointing at the different accessories on the back shelf.
A few moments later the hooded girl walked out, a red bracelet, which was the new phone, on her wrist, and on her ears the latest wireless headphones. She walked with the hood covering her face as much as possible and trying to avoid dwarves that passed by looking up at her. She eventually reached a small park, where she took a seat at a bench and opened up her phone. "It says I need a name." She said aloud.
A Chandelure appeared next to her, hovering above her shoulder to look at the holographic screen over the girl's wrist. The girl turned to the ghost Pokemon. "True, nobody knows your name, Zhask it is. Although I doubt people will believe my name is Zhask." She looked around, as if searching for something with suspicious eyes, then continued to talk to Zhask. "So how long until you take my soul?" She asked and then paused as if listening to an answer. After a few seconds she continued talking. "So if I live 100 years that is how long I can use your powers? What if I become immortal?" She once again waited for an answer and then continued. "Well, maybe I will become the first person to become immortal, you never know. So how do you know my soul is that good?" She paused for a few moments. "I did not need to know you licked my soul. Even if I didn't notice, it is just wrong. Please don't touch it until I die."
A soft laugh was heard, almost as if the wind had done it. The hooded girl stood up and made her way down the street. She kept walking all day, stopping to buy something to drink or eat on the way and then kept walking. She would occasionally talk to the wind as if she was having an actual conversation with someone who wasn't there. Then sunset came, and she found herself in the outskirts of the city, known as "Guild Walkway". A place where most of the guilds had their houses set up, although some others had theirs further into the mountains.
"I see your logic in coming to a place where there aren't as many people, but aren't there like bad people who wonder around? I was always told to never go to the outsides of the city." The hooded girl said in a low voice. She made her way to a small bar, where she took a seat in the corner. The place was entirely made of dark wood but it seemed to be really clean. The bartender seemed to be a woman, probably in her forties, with long wavy black hair. The waiter was a big bearded man who walked up to the girl sitting in the corner.
"You know, people who come here usually pay more attention to the woman covering her face with a hood. So if you do not want to attract attention, I suggest you take it off." The big man said as he handed over a menu.
The hooded girl went silent for a while, looking to her side as if someone was whispering to her. She then nodded and slowly removed her hood, revealing a pretty face with dark blue eyes and long wavy blonde hair. The bearded man seemed surprised and then chuckled. "In your case you might attract attention either way. Don't worry, I'll make sure nobody bothers you, what can I get you... I'm sorry your name?"
"Thank you, my name is Mak..." She was cut off by sudden goosebumps and then continued. "Zhask." She said with a nervous smile.
The bearded man laughed. "For a moment I thought you would say Maker, they say that's the name of the princess, and well, I would be embarrassed to have royalty here and not be prepared. But they never show their faces outside their castle, for security I think. Anyways, Miss Zhask, what can I get you?"
Maker grinned. "Some coffee, please!"
As the night continued the bar soon became filled with suspicious characters, bounty hunters, thugs, video game streamers, and others. Soon Maker began to fill the eyes set on her as she clearly stood out among the crowd. The bearded waiter gently approached her and told her it was time to leave. Without a second though, the hooded girl left the bar and began walking down the dark streets in search of an Inn to spend the night. But it seemed the faster she walked, the more she got the feeling someone was following her. Maker soon began to get nervous as it seemed the streets were darker and footsteps could be heard after, but she was too afraid to turn around. In her panic, she decided to risk asking for help at a random house, hopefully whoever was behind her, would go away. She turned into the walkway of a random place with the sign "Home of the Galactic Stars and Mistral". She quickly knocked on the door as she feared for her life.
*Meanwhile at the guild house of The Death Merchants*
A woman, with long violet hair and blue eyes, walked in the guild house. She had a traditional suit of what a pirate would wear. Dark blue shirt, white leggings and high top black boots. She stood there for a second, before a smile appeared on her face. "I have a mission, worth fifty thousand up front and fifty more when completed."
