The sun shined brightly in the sky. Birds flew through the air.

In a field, a brown and white horse leapt out onto the field with a sixteen year old girl in it's saddle.

She laughed as she gripped the reins. "Easy, Spark!" She smiled. Spark huffed and looked around.

She looked up as her sisters, Fildarae and Elisen rode on their horses.

"I win!" Pyria said with a smile. "Yeah, yeah," Elisen giggled, "you've always been the best at horseback since you were twelve, sis!"

"I hate this game!" Fildaerae groaned, throwing her head back with a pout. Elisen and Pyria both laughed.

"Let's head back," Pyria said with a smile.

Elisen and Fildaerae nodded before the three princesses rode their horses back to the castle grounds.

Pyria silently exhaled as she felt most of the other Elves look at her. She knew what they were thinking. It had been going on for almost all of her life.

She closed her eyes for a moment.

A twelve year old Pyria walked down the hallway. She was bored and her sisters were busy or taking naps.

Her mother was in a meeting. She walked into the throne room. It was empty.

She walked over to the chair and sat down in it.

She looked out towards the portrait of her mother, gripping the enchanted necklace around her neck. It was something that would help keep her protected and it would also give her elf ears.

But she couldn't get the uneasiness out of her mind. She knew she was different.

She stood out like a sore thumb and no one would mention it out loud- lest they get struck by a certain queen's sword- but Pyria also knew she wasn't really an Elf.

She was a human.

And humans were considered enemies to Elves. And Pyria never knew why.

The most confusing part to the queen's advisors and scholars was that Pyria had magic running through her veins. And Eliyen and Othorion were the only ones who knew how and they didn't want to tell her.

But she wouldn't be able to figure out for herself just yet. Not until she absolutely knew how.

"Pyria?"

She opened her eyes and looked at Vana. "You alright?" She asked.

"Yeah," she said, "I wanna do history lessons!"

Solana and Fildarae gigled. Vana chuckled as she ruffled Pyria's hair. "I'm sure Beldroth Wranzumin will have no trouble with teaching you the history of our kind," she said.

"His lessons are boring!" Delsanra huffed, throwing her head back with a bored groan. "Well Pyria likes them," Elisen chuckled, rolling her eyes at her sister.

Lythienne walked into the room. "Lythienne!" Pyria said happily and she ran over to the eldest daughter.

Lythienne smiled as she hugged her youngest sister and kissed her head. Lythienne was the firstborn daughter of Eliyen Carmenor and the one who was in line for the throne.

She was fiercely protective of her sisters. Especially Pyria.

"How were your horseback riding games?" She asked playfully. "I won again," Pyria replied with a giggle.

Elisen, Rania and Solana giggled. Fildarae pouted and huffed.

Lythienne chuckled, "Mother is taking us to an academy where the other Houses' children are going."

"Really?" Omylia said curiously. Malonne nodded, "we don't know why. She only said to get ready to go."

Solana nodded and the girls went upstairs to their bedrooms.

Pyria's room was decorated with a queen-sized bed that was by a window. There was a closet and a desk on the other side of the room. There was a crystal chandelier above the middle of the floor and it glowed whenever the moonlight or sunlight hit it.

There were a few stuffed animals on the dresser next to a small stack of books.

Pyria opened the closet and she took out a dress. She pursed her lips before she put it back and took out a simple uniform. Something scholars would wear.

She saw one wear a uniform like this.

She exhaled softly before she decided to put it on. Once she was done, she grabbed her satchel and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.

She could hear her sisters chatting excitedly downstairs. 'They must've gotten ready too. That was quick,' she thought as she slowed to a stop.

She took a breath before she walked down the stairs. Eliyen looked at her and she blinked. Pyria smiled nervously, "i-is it okay?"

Kavrala squealed, "you look amazing, Pyria!" She hugged her tight, making her squeak.

"You look really good," Vana chuckled. Elisen smiled softly, "your sisters are right, dear. Now come on. We don't want to keep the others waiting."

The others nodded excitedly and hurried out to the carriages. Pyria looked up at Elisen and her mother chuckled softly. "When I was your age, I used to wear this uniform in public," she said.

"R-really?" Pyria said, astonished. Elisen giggled and nodded. "My father was aghast but my mother would always laugh with me." They both giggled and Elisen smiled softly as she reached up and caressed Pyria's face.

"No matter what, I will always love you," she said gently. Pyria blinked a few times before she smiled softly and she leaned into her mother's touch before she hugged her.

"I love you too, Mama," she said. Elisen kissed her forehead before the two walked out to the carriages.

Pyria stepped into the carriage. She was riding with Solana, Malonne and Delsanra this time. "How do you think the other princes and princesses are doing?" Solana asked.

"I'm not sure," Malonne chuckled, "especially after the incident with Prince Aubron."

Pyria fidgeted nervously and Solana gave their sister a glare. "We don't talk about that, Malonne," she said firmly.

"I'm just saying, the fool deserved it," Malonne shrugged. Pyria whimpered softly and she buried her face into Solana's shoulder.

"Now, now. Let's not dwell on the past," Delsanra sighed, "it's happened and we are going to try to forget about it."

She gave Malonne a light glare and the carriage ride was peaceful on the way to the Academy.