Not only the palace had been affected by whatever was happening that day. Words were quickly spreading throughout the whole kingdom. Some also had to experience it firsthand because the rogues hadn't just appeared out of nowhere. They had stormed into the kingdom, and it seemed like they were trying to leave their impact everywhere because they destroyed whatever lay in their path. They destroyed stalls, beat up people, and even captured some that caught their eye.
This also meant that the rogues had been active in combat with the palace guards out there. So while the guards were innocently out to catch a fleeing Damian, they had no idea what was waiting for them, and since they were not prepared for battle, the rogues won most of the fights.
But something more intriguing was the news spreading around about Prince Harold's bride. The same woman, who had not been officially recognized and bestowed the title of princess, led the battle happening outside the palace. It was the first of its kind.
A woman, dressed in a simple robe, not prepared for war, having never fought in a war, was actively fighting to keep their palace from infiltration. It was definitely going to go down in history. Prince Harold's bride was worthy of him. She was worthy of the Princess title.
The windstorm had also affected them, especially Alvin, who could guess the cause of it. He was riding with all his might back to the palace. He didn't want to believe everything Damian had said to him. No one in their right mind would trust Damian. But he didn't want to take any chances. Especially when he saw the dead bodies of palace guards littered in the woods.
"Tyra... is crazy." Damian had said to him.
"She doesn't care about anything. If she loses it... everyone is going to be in danger. The only one she cares about is Prince Harold."
These words played in his head as he rode his horse, Thorn, with all his might.
"Did you plan all of this with her?" He had asked Damian, pointing his sword at his neck. It was almost impossible for Alvin. They were talking about Tyra. The same Tyra he knew. The same Tyra they all knew. A fragile Omega girl who always fell sick and hid herself in her room.
"Yes," Damian admitted with anger in his eyes.
"Why?" Alvin asked softly as he brought his sword to Damian's neck. It still didn't make sense. Damian was loyal to the queen. Damian was also in a secret relationship with Tyra. Did he do this because he wanted to be with her? That thought didn't make sense. Damian had been sounding like he hated Tyra.
"Why?" Damian repeated it as if that question did not make any sense to him.
"Why!?" He repeated it loudly this time. "BECAUSE THEY DESERVE IT!"
From that moment on, everything Alvin heard was something he would never have imagined in his entire life.
With that burning anger in him, he kept riding.
"There is a secret door in the palace that no one knows of. The older generation of the queen's family who built the palace created it to secretly monitor the affairs of the palace. The queen takes that door whenever she leaves the palace."
Alvin wanted to ask how he knew about it, but then he remembered that he was the Queen's trusted guard.
"What about the door?" He asked just as they both looked up when they noticed the sky changing in the direction of the palace and lighting filling up the sky.
"You should return to the palace."
*****
Meanwhile, in the palace, things had taken a different turn. Alicia was lost. Heavy is the head that wears the crown. She was able to understand that in a clearer light. The lives of these people trying to protect the palace are all in her hands now since they have decided to follow her to battle. However, they were losing.
This wasn't a movie scene. This was reality. Her people were dying. By now, the windstorm had completely calmed down. She didn't know what else she could do. She didn't know any spells. She didn't even know how she was able to create the heavy windstorm. Twice. The only pattern she could pick out from both was that she had been desperate. She had been desperate to save the lives of others, not hers. She had been desperate to protect others. The first time was with Paulina. And now all of these people.
Was this her destiny? The reason she had been brought here? But she didn't know any magic. She could only use whatever Amber's body could bring forth. Her fortune right now is the fact that she can fight. She didn't even know how it was happening, but her body and weapons moved on their own as if they were closely working together with her brain to tell her who and how to strike them.
But then, wasn't she a descendant? If she was a descendant, didn't that make her a witch too? Didn't that mean her witch core had also been unlocked when she turned 20?
When she turned 20...
She tried to think back. No significant thing had happened that day. She had had a birthday party prepared for her, which she, unfortunately, missed because she had been sick. In fact, she had been so sick that she had to be taken to the hospital in an ambulance, which had made the headlines with some blogs alleging she was pregnant.
Now that she's thought about it. Maybe that was indeed something.
It had rained heavily that day, contrary to what the forecast had predicted, so it had taken everyone by surprise. Despite that, her manager had been hopeful that her birthday party would continue as planned. But then she felt her chest get stuffy. From there, it turned into something serious, causing intense pain in her heart. It was so severe that she found it difficult to breathe. All she could do was cry in pain until she was taken to the emergency room while unconscious. It was the following day that her manager told her they couldn't point out what exactly had gone wrong since her vitals were normal and she seemed fine. She hadn't even broken a fever. Since then, she has been made to eat healthier and take her workouts seriously.
That had definitely been something. But nothing else out of the ordinary had happened to her until she was brought here.
There had to be something. There had to be something.
While she was lost in her thoughts, she was doing her best to fight off everyone in her path to where Tyra was.
However, everything came to an abrupt halt when they heard loud voices, screams, and cries coming from behind them, and the palace doors were roughly kicked open.
When they looked behind them, they saw more rogues, but this time they were coming out of the palace with the rest of the people who had been inside as hostages. How was that possible?
Alicia quickly looked at Tyra, who had a bright smile on her face.
The only fortunate thing happening at that moment was that the rogues who had been busy fighting with them had retreated backwards, guarding Tyra, who was still looking smug from the horse she mounted.
The rogues just continued to file out. There were over a hundred of them, and each of them had someone in hand with a weapon at their throats.
Maids, noblemen, ladies, stable boys, and young men from noble families. They were all equal right now.
Mothers cried for their children. Children cried for their mothers and fathers. Fathers cried to be saved.
The fathers, who had been fighting with their lives on the line, looked behind them at the horror.
Sadly, some of them had more to cry about. Because not all of those who had left the palace doors to fight against the rogues were still alive.
Alicia looked at all the faces behind her. She could even see Luciana, who looked pale and sickly. Her eyes did a quick scan. Susan wasn't there. Prince Harold and the King weren't there. It made her begin to panic. Where were they?
"I told you, Amber. You underestimated me." Tyra said arrogantly. "Prince Harold and the king are okay. I wouldn't let any harm come to them."
"You... have gone mad," Alicia said as angry tears pooled in her eyes.
It felt like all her efforts the entire time had been for nought.
Tyra snorted before she looked at all the hostages. From the look in their eyes, it was still difficult to believe that Tyra was the one doing all this. And that look brought her joy.
"I HAVE NO INTENTION OF HURTING YOU ALL," Tyra spoke in a loud voice so all could hear her.
"WHAT JOY WOULD IT BRING ME IF THOSE WHO BROUGHT STABILITY TO THE MOON KINGDOM ARE ALL DEAD?" She asked rhetorically.
"HOWEVER, I WOULD OFFER YOU ALL A CHOICE TO SAVE YOUR LIVES..." Tyra offered as the rogues surrounding her made her path for her to advance towards them.
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