This is Chapter 1 again, but i rewrote it.
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{Chapter 1}
The three moons of Avolon set in the southeastern sky while the sun rose behind them. The Moon Blossom closed its petals as the Sol Flora opened its own, welcoming the star’s light and warmth. The griffins of the southern seas opened their molten gold eyes as the dragons of the northern mountains closed their feathery raven like wings. Their dark red eyes closed while the sun crept into their cave homes. The basilisks of the east retreated into their cold, underground homes as the snow white unicorns of the west watched the sun make its way across the sky.
A single being silently witnessed this beautiful transition from night to day. Her long, wavy chestnut hair hung loose, draping over her shoulders. Her bright green eyes watched intently as the sun rose and the guards changed their posts. She had an hourglass figure, her skin was tanned and her elfin ears stuck out from beneath her hair. Iswin Lallo sighed as she watched the moons leave the sky and the sun emerge. The twelfth princess of Bohar was already dressed in her trademark attire. Her loose fitting vest rested on top of her loose, baggy shirt. Her pants were made of the lightest cloth she could find, tucked into her father’s old hunting boots that were scuffed and worn. Her mother always stuck up her long nose at this, saying how unladylike and unrefined Iswin looked, saying:
“This is not how a princess should dress, especially not a princess of Bohar.”
The kingdom of Bohar was once a safe haven for all of the refugees during the Great War four hundred years ago. Now, it was the highest kingdom in Avolon, a land that was now prospering with life, wealth, and peace. Famine, plague and war are considered fairly tales now, long since tales that parents tell their children so that the morals were learn so nothing like that happened.
There were five kingdoms in Avolon. Ethyl to the north, Farres to the east, Digrad to the west and Honpleen to the south and Bohar at the very center of Avolon. There have always been tensions between the kingdoms but they were never bad enough to fladge a full out war about them. The rulers of the kingdoms were afraid of the stories their mothers had told them about wars and were terrified of fighting in one. Even the dictator ruler of Honpleen never lead his people to war.
Iswin sighed again, watching a few birds fly across the sky. She smiled as she felt the morning breeze hit her face, fluttering her hair and shirt slightly. She listened hard, waiting for the sounds of her sisters awakening.
Loud screams radiated through Bohar and Iswin snickered.
“The dreaded Iswin strikes again, I see,” said a high, small voice. Iswin looked around to see a small pixie, flying toward her. She had small dragonfly like wings and had stern, light blue eyes with no pupils.
Iswin shrugged. “Hey,” she said. “If you have a gift, use it.”
“But against your sisters?”
“They deserved it,” snorted Iswin, not looking at her guardian. “They always deserve it.”
“Why?” asked the pixie. “Why do they always deserve it?” Iswin didn’t answer. “Alright, why did they deserve it this time?”
“They insulted…they insulted…” Her throat became suddenly dry. Her hands balled into a fist and her eyes narrowed. “They insulted…Jaddrn.”
Jaddrn Lallo was the eldest of the young rulers of Bohar. He went to seek his fortune and destiny else where, not wanting to rule the great kingdom until he saw the rest of Avolon. That was twelve years ago. Many called him dead, saying he died as soon has he left the safety of the palace but Iswin didn’t believe it, she never had. She still believed that her brother lived and was still adventuring Avolon. Her sisters however, thought otherwise.
“Iswin…” whispered the pixie, wiping away the tear from Iswin’s eye but Iswin pushed her away.
“Forget it Toola,” she said. “It’s not your fault.”
The door swung open with a bang.
Iswin turned to see her eleven sisters covered in moat water, spots of what looked like dead cockoroaches and thick, slimy vines from the Gemsulian bog that Iswin had gathered the day before. A strong aura of magic wafted into the room like a ghost like snake , slithering threw the air. Her sisters’ hair was sticking up in odd angles due to generous amounts of devroo tree sap.
“What happened girls?” Iswin asked, leaning against her window as Toola tried not to laugh at the eleven princesses. “Did you upset a devroo tree spirit?”
“Don’t play innocent, Iswin,” said Fledi, wiping moat water out of her long, deep black hair and light brown eyes. “We know it was you.”
“Moi?” Iswin gasped, dramatically, placing her hand over her heart. “I would never. What would give you that idea?”
“You are the only one not covered in...in disgusting stuff!” Ja said, plucking a cockroach out of her short, curly golden hair. she shrieked, dropping it to the ground before stepping on it, then glaring at Iswin with those shrill hazel eyes.
“I prayed for the devroo tree spirit to spare me,” Iswin said. “And I presented it with gifts.”
“We aren’t stupid, Iswin,” said Bathra. She was the eldest of the twelve sisters. She had long, platinum blond hair and sky blue eyes, the perfect princess. “We know it was you. There are no such things as devroo tree spirits.”
“Have you ever seen one?”
“No, and that’s why they don’t exist.”
“I’ve seen them,” said Iswin, darkly. “They are black as tar with eyes as red as fresh blood. Their teeth are white so that, in the dark, they glow like the moons themselves. Their hands are like claws, so sharp, they can cut down a tree with one slice.” Iswin began to advance on her sisters who backed out of their sister’s room. “And if they catch you alone, and disrespecting one of their trees…they’ll get you!” A tar black hand fell on Bathra’s shoulder and she screamed.
“The devroo tree spirits! They’re after me!” The eleven girls screamed and ran toward their rooms as Iswin laughed. She still didn’t understand how her eleven, sheltered, older sisters were afraid of their own shadows.
“That never gets old,” she laughed, whipping a tear from her eye.
“You described the tree spirits quite nicely,” said Toola, tossing the black stick onto Iswin’s bed. “Borsain will be pleased.”
“I’m just glad he went along with it.”
“You do know that your sisters are going to tell your parents, right?”
“So?”
“So,” said Toola as Iswin picked up her bag. “You are going to get into trouble again.”
“Not if they don’t catch me first.”
“You’re not-” but before Toola could finish her sentence, Iswin jumped out her window.
“She did,” muttered Toola, diving out of the window after the princess. At that moment, four guards ran into the room.
“She disappeared again!” said one.
“How does she do that?” asked another.
“Maybe she jumped out the window,” said the third.
“And grew wings and flew,” said the fourth, hitting his fellow guard on the head. “She can’t have jumped out the window, she’s a princess and we’re at the top of the highest tower. She must have walked right past us.” The other three shrugged and, together, they left the room.
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What do you think? Chapter 2 will be up soon.
