Hi, guys! Sorry for the delay in posting this; I mean, honestly, it’s been a long, long, long time. But I was REALLY busy and I was on vacation a lot soo…:/. But, there’s no time like the present! So behold the very first chapter of…Over the Mountains.
We had always been together, until one day. That one fatal day when everything changed. How I missed her, how much pain raged through my body every day thinking about my sister. My dear sister who had always been with me no matter what. Azania.
Ever since my sister’s capture, I was always shut up inside my home, and I never knew what went on in the outside world. I never knew what horrible things the people of Winterspell faced. Winterspell was the oldest kingdom in Westwyren Empire, yet I knew so little about it.
“Isania!” I heard my mother’s voice, ringing out sharply. “Where are you?”
Morasia and I both stood. Morasia was my bodyguard, and she was always with me day and night which could be very inconvenient. She was tall and lean, with violet-blue eyes and hair black as the night. She was skilled with magic and tried to teach me the art of enchanting. I did not care much for those things, I preferred to star in physical defense.
I scurried down the stairs, and Morasia followed. I bowed in front of my mother, sitting erect on her throne.
“Hello, daughter,” she said, her blue eyes boring into my brown ones. “I see that you have woken at last. I want to give you something.”
This was a surprise. My mother never gave me anything. She was a cold, unrelenting queen. She motioned with her hands, and a handsome hawk appeared. It stood erect, surveying the scene with its black eyes.
“This hawk will defend you,” my mother informed me. “It will serve you, but you must serve it. You have my permission to go.”
The hawk rested on my shoulder. But I didn’t think too much about the hawk. I only thought about my sister. She was my twin. Same brown hair, same brown eyes, and same inquisitive spirit. But she had never let rules or mother get in the way. Unlike me. She had the spunk and spirit that I never had, and she could stand up to mother. I couldn’t. I was too weak and I hated myself for it.
Azania’s capture haunted me. I longed for her, everyday and every night. Could I let her suffer out there while I lived in luxury? Determination suddenly sparked through me. No, no, that wouldn’t do. I had to go out and find her. I had to find my sister at all costs. She had always been there for me, for ten long years, I couldn’t not do my duty.
“Morasia,” I said, resting on my sofa. “I have to tell you something. Come here.”
Morasia ran to my aid, kneeling down beside me. “I want to find Azania,” I told her. “I want to bring her back. I don’t want to wait anymore.”
“I see, highness,” Morasia nodded. “Do you want me to use my powers to help you in your quest?”
This wasn’t expected, but any help was welcome at this point.
“Yes, Morasia,” I replied. “Any help is welcome. What do you see?”
Morasia shook her head.
“Princess,” she said. “I see an impossible journey. Danger lurks in your path. It will not be safe. For you must go to the forbidden city of Westerlight. No soul is allowed entrance, it is prohibited.”
“What?” I managed to gasp out. “Surely there must be a way. Morasia, my twin sister missing of five years is in that forbidden city. There is a way, there has to be, Morasia. Don’t you
understand? You once had a sister lost too, please, Morasia, don’t let her be lost forever. Please.”
“It will be a hard journey,” said Morasia slowly. “I cannot accompany you. Only people seeking things in Westerlight can even go on the journey. I would not be allowed to go on the journey with you, much less than enter Westerlight. Thus, you must be alone.”
“Anything for Azania,” I whispered. “I will go alone. Help, me, Morasia.”
Morasia sprang at the opportunity to prepare me for the long journey ahead of me. She made me put on a new black tunic and leggings, then she washed my brown fur vest and made me put it on again. She braided my hair, sticking a feather in it, and helped me pull on a pair of brown ankle boots. I decided not to bring my hawk, I didn’t want to bother.
“Shall I need weapons?” I asked.
“There are three ways of combat,” said Morasia slowly. “Weapons, magic, and physical. You have not been trained in weaponry or magic, therefore you must fight using physical blows. Everything is a weapon, Isania. Learn that.”
I nodded, hardly believing I was actually doing this. Morasia let down a rope and held it while I climbed down from my bedroom. I landed in the snow, more flakes floating down still. Yet I did not feel the cold winter air. It was always winter here. I saw one slender white hand wave from the window. It was Morasia. I swallowed and raised my hand in return. Then, I turned, ready to begin, not knowing whether I would ever return or not.
It was a blizzarding day. Even I, born and raised in Winterspell, felt the cold and shivered. Morasia had not given me a map. She told me the only way people could get to Westerlight was to follow instinct. People who had the instinct could get there easily enough, it was the getting in part that was difficult.
Instinct told me to go to Springmarsh. I headed east, bracing myself against the cold wind. Suddenly, I saw a green glow in the distance. That must be Springmarsh. I trudged on in the knee-deep snow, not going very quickly. Finally, I could make out a kingdom. Closer and closer we came. Suddenly, there was a blast of warm air, and finally, we were in Springmarsh.
I felt immediately out of place. Everyone, there was wearing light, colorful clothes. They all stared at me, and I heard them whisper something about, “That princess from Winterspell. Isania is her name?”
I hurried through Springmarsh. It took a long while to pass through the kingdom, but at last, I was out of there. Next, I had to go to Shadowglass. It was several miles from Springmarsh, but I was determined to walk on.
The moment I was out of Springmarsh, I was surrounded still by sunny breezes and blue skies. For that was what the weather of Springmarsh always was. With the occasional rain. I was already thoroughly exhausted, having already walked sixteen miles. I saw a purple light, and I ran towards it, almost swift as a hawk.
I wasn’t exactly in place with them, either. I collided into a girl with black hair and purple eyes. She had a quiver of arrows and a bow. She had a diamond double ear piercing, and she was a dress in a strapless short black dress, tall black boots, and arm cuffs. Her hair was partly up in a bun, long black feathers sticking out of it, but the rest was down.
“Who are you?” I demanded.
“Only the guardian of Shadowglass,” retorted the girl. “I might ask the same question to you, winter girl.”
“I am Princess Isania of Winterspell,” I said, trying to be haughty and failing. “I am on a mission to Westerlight. So there.”
“I am going there too,” protested the girl. “I don’t believe this.”
“We should accompany each other,” I told her. “We might not have started off well, but since we’re going to the same destination, it would be convenient.”
“All right then,” said the girl. “I suppose then that you should know my name. Echo.”
So, she joined me. We exited Shadowglass and entered Crystalhollow. It was a nice place, so we went to the local inn and got two separate rooms. Echo stayed in one and I in the other.
“Why are you going to Westerlight?” she asked me in the morning. “I am going there to find my destiny. I have been told by an enchantress that my destiny lies not in Shadowglass, but in Westerlight. ”
“My twin sister Azania was captured five years ago,” I said. “I was given hint that she was in Westerlight by my bodyguard’s magic. I have come to find her and bring her back to Winterspell. But my mother does not know. She doesn’t care for anything but her title, and this would surely destroy mine.”
“Interesting,” sniffed Echo. “We have to go to Fallshore today. It isn’t so friendly. We will have to spend the night out in the woods, which I am sure is impossible for you, princess Isania.”
“Oh, stop it,” I snapped. “I’m not all that snobby. I can spend the night in the woods any day. Don’t forget that I come from Winterspell. It is famed for its warriors. Remember that, Echo.”
“Hmph,” Echo sniffed again. “I’m not so sure about that. I’ve always heard the Winterspell was known for their magic too, but looking at you, I doubt the truth in that. You can’t do a single spell, not even opening doors without using your hands.”
“If I didn’t know better, then I would challenge you to a battle of physical combat,” I told her. “Winterspell is ALSO known for wits, and I can hardly say that that is incorrect. But of course, I must not contradict the sly Shadowglassers. Right, Echo?”
Echo looked absolutely outraged. She did not enjoy losing. Sore sport. We were in silence until we reached Fallshore. We camped out in the woods, using the few supplies we had.
It was midnight, I was sound asleep and so was Echo. Suddenly, there was a thud on the ground. I woke up and noticed a shadow creeping about. It wasn’t Echo. Who was it then? The shadow crept closer, and I became more fearful. I rose, trying to remain invisible and crept behind the shadow. Then I jumped on it.
Sorry that it’s so long! I wrote all of it beforehand, so I don’t really know why I didn’t post this earlier since all I had to do was copy and paste? But I did so that’s that. :P. Well, this is my first chapter and I hope that you enjoyed!