Chapter 1:

A Nightmare

Guillotine Breaker


It had been years after a long and bloody war for freedom.

At the center of the Main Imperial Square was a scaffold that had been build shortly after the end of the revolution, punishing those of the old Empire who were deemed guilty.

Today was the last sentence, the last remaining evil before entering a new age of change and progress, today was the execution of the cruel and tyrannical last princess of the Storm Empire, Liliana Storm.

The princess looked upwards at the bloody blade of the guillotine before biting her lip.

Why?

It had been the only question on her mind ever since she was captured and brought to a dungeon, where she had been imprisoned for years.

Why, why did people hate her so much to demand her head? What had she done to deserve the look of hatred in their eyes? Sure, she had been - a little hard to work with during her early childhood and young teen years but what did that matter at all? (notice that this is basically all her life).
She was the Princess after all, wasn’t she allowed to demand attention? To ask for a party? To punish those who insulted her?

People don’t make sense. 

Suddenly things go wrong and everything is her fault for some reason, to her, it all seemed like an excuse.

Unconditional hate. No matter what you do or who you are.

The princess looked around and saw her mortal enemies standing at the far back off the square, the same hate as always in their eyes. She could understand the commoner for hating her but she never understood the other’s reason for it.

“Why…” The princess said once looking back at guillotine, thinking again on the same question, to the one next to her it sounded like an uninterested remark but in reality, it was the most she could muster, she didn't want to die, she knew the answer but she questioned the reason why nonetheless, whatever she said didn't mattered anyway but what else was there to do?

They didn't even ask her for last words...

Suddenly a knight hit her from behind, making her go on her knees and into the artifact. Without opportunity to process anymore she tried turning around before hearing a rope being cut and the next thing she felt was for some reason, a cold wave leaving from her spine along with a sense so bizarrely strange that it felt wrong, so wrong…she wanted to scream at the top of her lungs -

And so, the Evil Princess of the Storm had been punished for her crimes against the people of the Empire. It was the beginning of a new era - or so, it should have been if not for a young girl who had just woken up from a nightmare.

“NOOoooo!” Liliana woke up with a weird side jump, as if rolling away from danger but her efforts only made her drop to the ground and hit her head with a thump!

“Ugh!”

The room was filled with silence once again after that. The princess laid with her face towards the floor for a couple seconds, motionless.

And so, it seemed like the Princess had died once again.

“grrrrrh…” Or not.

The little princess pushed herself up so that her knees and arms were supporting her.

“Ugh…what happen?” Opening her eyes she didn’t saw much, she was looking at the side of a bed and night stand after all.

Right…a bed, when was the last time she saw one? Her eyes quickly went wide and looked to the sides before sitting next to the bed and got a look at the rest of her surroundings from there.

In front of her was a big window, with beautiful curtains that barely let any light in, just enough to know it was sunny outside. It all felt nostalgic, what was happening? She recognized the place she was in, without a doubt, it was hers, it had been her room for many years in the past.

“Am I…alive?” She said while looking at her body and feeling her head and neck.

Confused, the little Liliana sat there for a while, with tears in her eyes slowly dropping, the only other thing that had the strength to move was the light from the window, moving along with the sunrise.

Ataga Corliss
icon-reaction-1