The wind silently weaves through the grass. The trees wave. Birds fly south, migrating. The field animals go around their business. Nothing bothers the outside world. Except the soft sounds of the village.

The glow of the fire gives off the silhouette of the blacksmith, his hammer striking the horse shoe simultaneously. The butcher yells at a dog that stole the fresh cuts. The fresh smell of cooked bread wafts from the bakery, the baker kneads the dough expertly, never missing a single spot of flour. The cobbler shapes a length of leather around a metallic frame. A mother yells at her son for coming home covered in mud. Little kids play around on the village green. Everything is calm; natural. But that can change. All it takes is one second.

The soldiers came two years before she could take the throne. They killed her father, the king, before her eyes. All the warriors and high ranking men of her people were slaughtered like sheep. The women of the palace were sold as slaves. Not many survived the treatment their masters inflicted. Her mother was one of them. She died to an unknown disease six months after they, the mightiest empire on the earth, was brought to its knees. Once the King and his advisers were knocked out of power and out of life, the people had nothing to fight for. Their hope, their soul, their conviction, their fire, gone. They had nothing left. They were living in a poverty-like state compared to their past lives, when everything had been simple. They weren't happy to give their loyalty and lives to a fifteen year old girl, who hadn't shown that they could rely on her. Who was an orphan who hadn't even reached maturity. They weren't egger to unload their burdens on a young inexperienced girl. A strong, popular, handsome boy? Yes. But not a girl. A girl with no experience in both war and politics.

She was skinny, yet still pretty in every way with curves in the right places. Perfect smooth tanned olive skin, perfect straight raven hair, perfect warm brown eyes surrounded by long thick black eyelashes, perfect clear face free of any blemishes and freckles, perfect long legs that seem to go on for miles and perfect small feet. She was pure.