Chashathrophogh
Beforebow (Pronounced Beforl Bov) was a kingdom higher than the rest in their land, which was in the Northern Kingdoms. Which was that world's version of Scotland. The people had the best clothes and even the lowest peasant had gold in their household. They had the best smiths of all crafts and talents. And none of them starved because all of the famous had many crops and cattle. To a point that they could trade well with the other kingdoms of the Northern Kingdoms and land beyond and even further across the oceans too.
The land had many rich emerald green hills and fields. The trees of the forests had full and large heads and grew taller than the tallest in ours. The houses, the cobbled roads and the pavements were very well polished by the shoes and feet of the people and those just passing by. The air smelt of roses and sweet smelling flowers and plants. The horses were always clean and their coats shone like they were made of metal.
The castle there was the size of a small village and as high as a small mountain. It's towers were high enough to see the sea, which was like a line on the horizon as well as all of the other kingdoms in that land, depending on where you were. It's gates were the size of a tall hose and on display were the stain glass windows showing all of the kings and queens that had ruled there over the course of the kingdom's existence where the main hall was.
Inside the main hall on the right of each king and queen lay portraits of all of their children, below was a crimson carpet thick enough for the children to play and never get hurt. At the left was the thrones of the king, queen, prince and the princess that lived there. The King's was made of pure gold with cherry topaz that formed a pointed arch with a star ruby in the centre with ever moving points. The queen's was pure silver which was decorated with lapis lazuli which was in the same shape of the kings but this ended with a star sapphire that like the kings had ever moving points. The prince's and the princess's were just the same as the king and queen's but their thrones back were smaller.
This was where the king and queen were talking. The king had long raven locks tied back in a tail and deep blue eyes and red flesh after being out in the open too much with a low cheekbone which gave the appearance that his face was fat. The queen had long blond locks and warm hazel eyes and high cheekbones. Their children, Chashathrophogh and his younger sister by two years, Shedray both inherited most of their features were their father's with only their high cheekbone as evidence that they were hers, but Chashathrophogh, was born with a deathly pale skin tone, meanwhile Shedray had her honey tone.
"We can not keep this up Phorow." The Queen sighed (pronounced Fo lrov).
"Pheanré! Please, if your mother can kill an evil wizard-" King Phorow hummed (pronounced Feen ray).
"No! Please, hear me. Phorow we need to tell him otherwise he will ask questions of why his sister takes the crown and not him!" She snapped. "And believe me, I do not want him to be told by the wrong person!"
"What do you mean by that?" He asked.
She gave him a deadpan look and sighed. Getting the gesture he nodded and looked aside.
"Oh, oh!"
He nodded slowly with dread as his face went pink. His eyes dropped to the side.
"Alright, we will tell him today." His voice was calm and mellow.
"Tell me what?" Asked the eleven year old boy that came from the door through the left wing.
The two were shaken slightly. They looked at him, wondering both how long he had been there and what he was doing here.
"Chashathrophogh!" Queen Phenré exclaimed.
"How long have you been there?" His father asked.
"Long enough." He said passively with his unearthly high-pitched voice and shrugged.
His eyes then snapped to his parents, with something growing in his crimson eyes that seemed to always know more than they ought to. This look always creeped them out and they did not like it when he would look at them. They did not like to look into his face much, but for the sake of their love for the boy, they did all they could to tolerate it.
"I am one born out of wedlock am I not?"
"Yes." King Phorow replied, his heart stung with guilt.
The boy nodded with a dangerous air about him. An air that was always around the boy which unerved them.
"And am I your son?" He asked.
The King nodded.
"Yes…I am!" He said with a tone to his voice almost as if he was approving a delicate subject.
Knowing that he would tell the rest in time once he was ready, his eyes slid to the Queen.
"And am I yours?" He asked.
She looked away slightly and nodded, her face looked pale. Then her eyes rested on the king with dread. He took her hand and stroked it with his thumb.
"What curse do I have?" He demanded.
They looked at each other in dread and the Queen looked at him with the worst shame filled look that anyone could ever give. As they silently asked the other who would tell him.
"You do not have one!" She said far too quickly.
"But I am a-" He cried.
"Do not use that word!" The King boomed.
"Still it does not change the fact that the gods always assign a curse without exception!" He cried sternly
"Except, you are a roil, thus you have two. The first, is always magic for anyone roil but the second…the second…the second…"
"I told you that we should have told him sooner!"
"I am telling him now!"
"What is it?" He, again, demanded as even the Queen became as white as a ghost.
"To attract darkness for until you die!" She wept.
The king embraced his wife as he laid a kiss on her forehead. Chashathrophogh looked at his parents as his eyes dropped to his hand as if certain things now made sense. There was something in his eye that was not there a moment before, something dark. Something that his parents were not to find out until three years later, when he was no older than fourteen.
Chashathrophogh was taking a quick nap in the gardens. The red roses surrounded him with a wonderful cent, his head back and inches from a thorn as his legs hung apart and parallel lines of drool slipping from the corners of his pale lips.
Then he felt something on his neck and soon he was choking as his eyes opened in alarm. He looked at his assailant with horror as he lifted his legs to kick him off but that seemed to be in vain. He choked and his mind became alert. He could feel power run through him like blood in the vanes. He then spotted a blade as his eyes bulged and then his power built up like the pounding in his head.
"Die child!" His assailant said as he brought down the knife and then!
BOOM.
The man exploded as Chashathrophogh let his power burst out like a bomb! Then he panted as his blood surrounded him and soaked into him. His panting then gave way to laughter as he looked at his parents dead in the eye as he put the pieces together in his head. He then gave them a look, challenging them to think of a better way to get rid of him.
His mother looked at him completely pale and then at the king. He looked at his son in complete disgust.
"Why did you want to kill me?" He called over to them as they hid in the holly.
"The gods-" His father mumbled.
"They were right! We should have killed him!" His mother exclaimed. "They told us that you would do that! They warned us of what you would become and just what you would do!"
"Oh? And what is that?" He snapped mockingly with nothing but anger in his veins as the betrayal sank deep into his mind.
"The killer of all royals born out of wedlock!" His mother shouted.
"Why would I do that?" He asked as calmly as he looked at his mother with a dark twinkle in his eye becoming ever more cruel.
"Son…" his father said as he and his wife exploded!
He shrugged and then walked away from his home Kingdom of Beforebow. Little did he know that at the window of the second floor his sister looked on with horror. She let out a scream as the guards came to console her as she shook in their arms. This was the first scream he heard as he started his killing spree all over the kingdoms. Leaving devastated mothers and fathers along the way, the reason; he found out, by one of the gods, was because one of them will become his successor...
Princess Druw
Twenty years passed and a young princess the age of thirteen was looking at her bow made of scarlet dragon scales, with string made from the coal coloured hair of a siren. She looked at her quiver made of the interwoven tail and mane of a silver unicorn, with arrows made of oak.
She took it up and looked closely at it with her crimson eyes examining each small detail. Once she was satisfied she tucked her long black locks behind her pale ear as she slung it on.
She skipped down the hallway whistling her favourite tune as her long green dress hit the top of her feet.
"Princess Druw! (Prononced dr oo v) Careful!" Exclaimed Kenra, her nanny.
She was a fiery redhead and had light brown eyes and her pale cheeks were covered with freckles scattered like the stars in the sky.
Princess Druw just shrugged passively as she skipped by her. She then flew onto the bannister and slid down it laughing all the way down it.
Then when she was at the archery field she took out her arrows and fired them repeatedly one after the other and she was laughing all the way through the whole thing. She even hit the moving ones and the ones that were too far away that even the knights could not hit! This was why she had always had to practice alone, for if she was there she would have shown up the whole of the King's army!
When she emptied the quiver she then sprinted along to collect them and even ruined her dress climbing up the trees. So when she finished that she repeated this again and again until she could not physically continue so she ended up collecting them and fell asleep on another field as the sun warmed her red eyes.
She had a bizarre dream about a skinny bald man in the shadow with golden glowing eyes and lips so pail that they were blue. Then behind him was a beautiful flash of lightning and in his hand was a black staff and a blue crystal at the tip.
"If you wish to free us, then you must destroy that staff!" She heard a voice shout but she could not quite tell if the voice was that of a woman or a man.
She held her bow but when she armed it she spotted silver arrows and she was about to fire, but to her disappointment she woke up before the dream could tell her the outcome.
"Ohh…" She moaned as she could see that it was late and decided to go in.
She silently walked past the main hall where she could hear her parents talking.
"But we must tell her!"
Tell 'her' what? She said already knowing that it was her that they were speaking about.
"No, we do not, listen, I have an idea. Why do we not move her to another kingdom for her to live until she is at the age of marriage? There, that should solve our problem, especially if it is to a powerful prince. That way we can protect her from him and we would also secure her future at the same time!" She heard her mother say.
"Except, she would not stand for this! You know she can be like me sometimes in that regard! Then again, she is in some ways like her uncle. So I should not worry about that." The King replied.
"'I should not worry about that'? 'I should not worry about that'? My love! Need I remind you, that man went onto kill our mother and my father! And I hate the fact that she almost looks identical to him! It's just creepy!"
So right! I wouldn't! Who is this person that they keep talking about anyway? I want to face him so that I can stop whatever horrific thing he is doing. For if mother is afraid...
"We do not give her the choice! She must not face him nor go anywhere near him! I forbid it and if she tries then do whatever you have to to keep her from him, break her bow and arrows if you have to!" She shouted.
Suddenly she looked down at her bow and she suddenly drew it close to her, hugging it closely.
"Fine! I will break her bow tonight, and by tomorrow she will go to the Sky Kingdoms. There is no safer place there, let us just hope that she falls for the Emperor's oldest Prince Scyroghphone. Just do not hold your- Druw...How, what are you doing here?" The king asked, looking down at her.
She glared at him.
"Break this!" She shouted, feeling both desperate and outraged.
She knew that her mother never understood her. She never even tried to understand her. Yet her father, the only one that she felt always closest to, did. However whenever he said he would do something he usually did. Knowing this, she hit her father so hard that she accidentally broke her father's leg and just glared at her mother.
"And for you, I am not something to throw away and I will go far away where you will never see me ever again. You won't even know where I am!" She shouted as she left.
Before anyone could do anything, she raced to her horse, Snow and then without anything but her bow she rode him and herself out of the kingdom. Where she almost seemed to disappear. None of the king's knights could find her and not even the bounty hunters that soon followed.
Bounty Hunter Bash
A year past and a bounty hunter with jet black hair was looking at a sheet of brown paper with her crimson eyes. She went by the name of Bounty Hunter Bash. Nobody knew where she came from nor did they know anything about her other than her name was Bash, she had appeared on the scenes shortly after the Princess Druw disappeared and she used a roil bow. Over the past year she had gained and risen in her fearsome reputation as a bounty hunter. She also seemed to know that bounty hunters do not kill right from the beginning, unlike most wannabe bounty hunters that kill the first time.
As her eyes scanned the poster and looked at the reward; 200 emerald.
Should last me for the next inn.
She then looked up at the job; Rumplestien.
Sounds like a show off.
She then looked at the description; Rumplestien, is a dangerous individual who has dangerous and high connections, like Chashathrophogh, Egboul Saltonmore and (rumours have it) the Dark Master Lord Gajellidor Darcrogh.
Bash smirked and nodded slowly, her heart racing for the excitement of the challenge.
"You're as mad as ever Bash! Even that girl Strena's not as mad!" Said Croll, a fellow bounty hunter.
Her smile spread wider and ripped off the poster and shrugged passively.
"You'll get yourself killed one of these days!" He called, laughing.
Knowing that he would draw her into a long conversation, she left without a word back to him. Even though she heard it, she showed no sign of it.
She walked at the designated place that she was told he currently occupied. Her eyes scanned the small opening of the cave, looking for signs for any traps. She crouched down slowly and threw a small stone gently so that it would not make a sound. When she was satisfied she took out her bow and as she entered. She kept her back close to the right and with her eyes she scanned the layout of the cave, which seemed to be as big as a castle and there were torches lighting up the place.
"Well, well, well, look at what the stars failed to tell! A bounty hunter child, so small, cute and mild! Wanders here where death is clear!" Sang a voice that sounded cold and creepy.
Didn't know I was dealing with a rhyme obsessed freak! She thought not letting it slip out for fear of being heard.
She knew that the best way for her is for her to have the element of surprise, not him. Her gut was telling her that this one she would have to be as silent as possible and to let him do all the talking.
"Come, come, come I have wine and rum! I wonder will your blood be red when I slice you dead? Or will it be black like the other I tried to crack?" He questioned, peaking her interest, but then he might be saying those things just to get her to speak and give away her location.
"Yes, the prince with red hands tried to give me commands! But I, even I, could not get him to die. Now he did leave me with a scar deep, one that for the rest of my life I have to keep. I vowed to scar him back to get him on track, maybe take one of his own, who's truth is unknown, but I know it yes, it was hardly a guess." He spoke.
Oh dart! He knows! Alright where is he?
She looked around and then looked up and spotted a creature whose brown wart plagued flesh was indistinguishable to his clothed that looked like they were made of moulded dung and his triangle hat had old rabbit droppings and flies swarming around it and his lips looked as if they had grim lipstick made of puss on them.
Bash went blue as she could feel puke threaten to blast out of her mouth like a volcano eruption. It became even more difficult for now his stench hit her nose. Had she not have been trained otherwise that would have been the final nail in the coffin and she would be a corpse on the floor. So she was able to swallow the grim mixture in her throat before it even got to her tong.
She then kept her eye on the creature and fired one of her arrows at his claws that were hooked into the roof of the cave. He was about to whack it out of the way but she fired again this time at his hands which hit his wrist and stuck it deep in-between the arm bone and the hand bone. Then the arrow hit his claws and as he fell she released another arrow knocking the other one so that it would twist and sever the creature's hand. Knowing that she only had one moment while he screamed she ran up to him and jumped above him and aimed at the back of his neck.
Remember, not too deep, otherwise you will kill him!She told herself as she released.
Then he turned away from the arrow and then caught it in his shoulder. With his good hand pulled it out and threw it at her and as she tried to hit it away. It was all too clear that he had anticipated it and the arrow shot upwards. She had to look upwards as she felt the mild pain of the arrow skim the bottom of her jawline, possibly leaving a scar on her chin. She then felt herself hit the ground of the cave hard and she then saw a blade which she stopped with her bow.
Soon his breath entered her nostrils, which smelt like wine mixed in with rotten fish. She could tell that he was strong abut her bow was stronger and with her knee she got him off. Quickly as she could she got to her feet and fired the paralysing shot.
Soon she was at the tavern and collected the bounty.
"Is-is he dead?" Croll asked.
She let out a laugh as she drank her pomegranate juice.
"Nope, just paralysed." She sighed as she leaned over the bin and let out what she was suppressing.
"Disgusting!" She spat.
She then wiped her mouth with her sleeve as something caught her eye. It was a picture of the lost Princess Druw as her eyes widened. She walked over to the board and ripped it off and stuffed it in the bin and with her arrow stabbed it into her stomach's stew.
"Looks like you're trying to ruin a family's happy ending there!" He commented.
"No, I'm just ruining their's." She muttered as she walked up the wooden stairs and cleaned up.
Bounty Hunter Bash
And
Princess Druw
Bounty Hunter Bash had been working for a year and a half now, and she had captured more and more people who seemed to be untouchable, which led her to over hear a song by a man in the middle of the street about her. This made her feel slightly embarrassed but the tune did get stuck in her head until she found herself whistling it. The song was;
Bounty Hunter Bash!
She earns her cash,
By Bashing those evil scum,
And never leaves a gold crumb,
She goes through town to town
Doesn't matter she'll take you down!
Bounty Hunter Bash!
She makes evil dash,
By making you know,
By her bow and arrow,
That you are not all powerful
Then remind you you are mortal
Bounty Hunter Bash!
She makes a good slash,
But knows how not to kill
She will never leave her bill
She will make those evil castles crash
For she is the powerful Bounty Hunter Bash!
This is what she would hear being repeated by others in the town of Clockwatch, which she had settled in. She knew that she had to move on to another town but she liked it here but as she looked at the board and then climbed the stairs for the more difficult jobs, she had not been allowed to go up here until she had taken in Rumplestien. She looked at the board and then turned to the bartender.
"Hey Jiyen." She said. "Could you get me a pint!"
"Of Mid-Terra apple juice?" She replied with her hollow sounding voice as she flicked her long fringe of her eye.
"You know me so well." She laughed as Jiyen got her drink.
Bounty Hunter Bash looked at the board again for her next job. She had become bored of some of the jobs so she now wanted to challenge herself to see if she was ready to go further up the BH Ladder. She looked up at the attic area, where the experts were.
Then looked back at the board until she spotted the portrait of Princess Drew and unlike half a year ago her bounty had been raised from two hundred emerald to five hundred emerald. She looked around, deducing who would be the first to deduce the truth. Then the question that would naturally follow would be who would be the first to jump?
"Jiyen, could you please take that poster down? After all, we both know that Princess Druw no longer exists." She asked in a tone between kindness and coldness.
"Well that's not what the poster says." She replied warningly.
"Right, I keep forgetting that you feel that all families should be together…" She muttered as she had to remind herself just what Jiyen went through with her family.
She let out a huff.
"But if she does go back to her family, she would be immediately married off to a far off land in a vain attempt of protecting her. Not to mention that this family will not be fooled by the truth." She commented as she took a sip as she could feel the self-consciousness and dread.
So she necked it down and before anyone could have the chance to pounce, she left.
She took her money and packed her things. She then walked out of her tavern and down the road that led out of the town. She then tucked her long fringe out of her eyes, knowing that she would have to cut it again. Probably before she set foot in the next town.
She then could see that the sky was getting darker so she collected fire wood and lit a fire. She then pulled out a pre-skinned rabbit that she had bought the day prior and then took out a pot. She then took out her knife and sliced one half of the rabbit into chunks and placed it on a stick and let it hover above the flames and ait it off the stick when it was ready.
You know, as a Princess, you would miss these kinds of things! She thought, remembering the feasts that she used to have when she was living there.
Where she would eat like a pig, but back then she had never appreciated the food that she had nor did she truly feel any gratitude for the roil cooks. She let herself smile as she looked at the flames. When she had finished her meal she threw her stick into the fire.
She then felt a surge through her body, then the fire started to then started to increase in size and then, she could feel her heart increase along with the size of the fire. It did not stop until the fire almost touched the top of the trees of the forest! She could feel that the fire was getting hotter and hotter and then it rose above the trees. She let out a scream and then the surge ended and then the flames fell like red and orange water. Leaving her huffing and puffing. She could feel herself shaking. Then she forced herself to calm down.
The first surge was the day after she had collected Rumplestien. This was when she knew the truth of what her parents did not want her to know. She then looked down at her stomach where her X curse mark was, this was the seed and the first surge was in fact the final nail in the coffin. That was when she was able to deduce that she was not a child born in wedlock. When she had made this deduction she was able to finally understand her parents actions, but that, to her mind did not excuse them.
She then heard a branch snap. She looked at the fire, then she heard another but then she realised that those snaps were not from the fire. She looked around as she heard another and trained her ears the locate where the snaps were coming from.
"Well, well, well! Where were you hidden little princess?" She heard a medium pitched chilling voice coming from a shadow moving between the trunks of the trees.
Quickly she shot up, despite her tiredness and armed her bow. She forced herself to calm herself down and as the shadow came closer and as her vision blurred.
"W-who are you?" She managed to say.
That was when she saw the glowing crimson eyes as the man came closer. He had high cheekbones like her and long raven coloured hair like her too. As he gracefully dropped his hood she was shaken by how much alike she looked like this man even their milk coloured flesh was the exact same tone too! If she was born a male and grew up this man would be identical to her.
She blinked away her tiredness and could feel some heat near her. He looked at her with a confident smile on his face that reminded her of a twisted version of her own, but that hardly mattered, what mattered was where his eyes were looking. As her eyes dropped she could see that her arrow was on fire!
She thought that the fire had came from the fire but the flame did not travel down the arrow, no, it stayed where it was and it was red too. This told her that this was not normal, in-fact she could feel a slight surge that told her exactly what was causing the flame and then, it turned white and suddenly she released and the arrow just about hit him but he looked at the arrow and then the fire turned red and consumed the rest of the arrow!
"Testing out your magic?" He sang, with almost a tone of pride to his voice.
As he came closer his eyes looked at her like he was looking at a cute puppy.
"How about I show you what a real master can do!"
He raised his hand, showed her the palm. Then Bash felt pain as his hand raised higher and higher and when his hand was pointing to the full moon she was on the floor in agony. That was when the fire rose high again and then the fire directed itself like a wave to him and with his free hand he turned the fire to ice and then the ice broke and fell like it was made of sand.
Then she took this moment to fire an arrow but he looked at it again and moved past him and then curved around his back and then it came at her. But before it hit her she felt her surge and it turned to coal and then ash. She was all too aware of how much pain that she was in but she was able to get to her feet.
She let out a deep breath and allowed the surge in her to overwhelm her and then the pain broke and then she ran up to him and took out her arrow. She then pointed the arrow upwards but he caught her by the throat and then hit her in the gut but when the fist collided into her gut he turned his fist into metal. Soon blood came from her mouth and she started coughing on the mud.
Then she felt his foot beat her gut like painful rain. She then caught sight of something in the corner of her eye and whatever it was rose above her. Soon she knew what it was; a blade! Her eyes widened in horror but then confusion for the blade was behind him. She hoped that it was not his magic but no, there was a hand attached to the hilt. Then it swung at the man and hit!
She looked up at her hero but her heart slightly sank, it was Sir Folied, her family's knight for three generations!
"How dare thee Prince Chashathrophogh Dragoncursefree! You attack a maiden!" He shouted.
"Well the little princess is hardly defenceless my dear old knight!" He pointed out.
"Regardless! Your parents taught you better than that!"
Chashathrophogh raised his eyebrow.
"You mean before they tried to kill me you mean?"
Sir Folied now did something that Bash had never seen him do before, he remained silent. He simply looked at him almost as if he wished that he could kill him by looking at him.
"Sir Folied?"
"My lady, I wish for you to remain out of this ugly affair!" He said.
Bash dropped her head and gave out a long huff.
"Sorry Sir Folied, I can not do that. And do not call me my lady, call me Bash!" She snapped. "I am a bounty hunter after all."
'Sorry my l- Bash." He replied.
She heard Chashathrophogh let out a strange chuckle. It was both mocking and yet there was a sorrow to it.
Bash took up her bow and loaded her arrow as Sir Folied raised his blade. Sir Folied ran at him as Bash stayed and waited for her opportunity to fire. While Sir Folied dragged his blade down and was about to strike him again but he was able to stop it as he took out his dagger. This was the opportunity that she was waiting for and she let her bow fly and it was, again, carried her red flame that then turned white and then back to red. Then it hit his shoulder clearly impressing Sir Folied at the same time!
This was when his magic snapped and then Sir Folied struck his face. He then staggered back. Bash then hit him with another fire arrow at his shoulder and then he seemed to disappear. She then ran forward feeling on the cusp of pure exhaustion. She then looked down and spotted a gap that was the width of a tall man that seemed to disappear into the surrounding area and she could see a river at the bottom. She saw Chashathrophogh being pulled by the current.
"Is he dead?"
"I should hardly think so, he has survived worse." Sir Folied said as he joined her as her adrenalin faded as her sight turned to black.
When she woke the first thing she saw was her mother stroking her cheek. She felt a sting of fear and looked to her bow and then relaxed slightly, seeing it perfectly intact, until she saw the string was not quite right, it was not broken, there was something different about it.
"Drew…" Her mother said as he embraced her.
She could feel her tears on her dry cheeks.
"Shedrey, give her some space." Her husband laughed.
"Mother, I know." She said, her voice calm.
She gave her a look of confusion, but it was all too clear that she had some idea what she was on about.
"I'm a child born out of wedlock."
They then looked at each other in a knowing, but wary. Her mother looked back with a high knot in her forehead if she was not already, it seemed to be the look before one carries before one cries. Her father gave her a nod.
"Yes, yes you are, but that does not mean that we do not love you any less." Her mother cried.
"Then what is the curse that the gods have placed up on me?" She asked, wanting to stay on the subject.
"Same as your uncle."
"And are you my mother?" She asked.
"Yes."
"And are you my father?"
"Yes."
"And, why, oh why, do I look so much like the infamous Prince Chashathrophogh?" She asked, already knowing but just wanting the verbal confirmation.
Her mother let out a long and dreadful sigh, like she had a heavy weight on her chest. Her face went from honey to cream like she was about to throw up.
"Because- because the reason that you never knew your grandparents is because he killed them. After they hired an assassin to kill him. They reason; because they thought that his destiny was to murder all of the roil children born out of wedlock. Which came true and he thought that one of these men, women and children, would become his successor."
"Mother!" She said warningly.
"Right, the reason why you look so much like him, I know, it is just I have never been able to tell this one truth for- for I wish that it was not true. You see he- he is-"
"He is your uncle!" Her father snapped impatiently.
Princess Druw let out a long breath as she let that fact settle.
"And is that why you wished to marry me off?" She asked hollowly.
"Yes." Her mother replied.
"And are you still insisting that I go off to be married?"
'Yes."
"And will anything that I say or do deter you from this decision?"
"No and if it was completely up to me, then I would have broken your bow the moment that Sir Folied carried you back, however, it is not entirely up to me. So I did not, even though the string was already broken. Which, your father took the initiative to have it re-stringed with a string of a black tailed siren and mermaid and black unicorn hair. He then cancelled any and all wedding plans that I had arranged. See, if I were to tell you exactly who you are the most like, is an equal combination of your father and your uncle, well, when he lived under these walls. I hardly wish to think what he is like now…" She explained.
She then looked up at her father in deep appreciation and bowed with her head of gratitude and then looked at the string.
So that's why..
She then looked back at her mother and father with an itch in her mind from her conscience.
"Mother, Father, on the last day that I spent under these walls I acted in an ugly way, and I hurt you both with my words and my actions, for that I am sorry. I will undergo any punishment to make up for what I did on that day. The only thing that I do not apologise for, is for what I did after."
"Your apology has been well received and we both know what you have become after and I must admit that I am proud to be the father of Bounty Hunter Bash." the King laughed at the end.
"Yes, you would!" Her mother replied.
"Well, I must be honest." He replied lovingly. "And as for your punishment, you are to train day in day out after you have recuperated, for three months! Then once that has been done then two paths will be placed before you, either, you become Princess Druw once more and you will live and act like the princess that you are, or you become the bounty hunter Bash. Whichever you decide, know that there is always a room here for you."
Princess Druw smiled at that and she agreed to these terms.
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