Reina: I was going to write this some time ago, but I ended up making "Captured by Moonlight" instead. So here's the first part.

(S/N) means sword name.

It was one of those days today.

No, not it wasn't the kind of day where you aching from the latest training course that you had to endure and you could barely get out of bed. Nor was it the kind of day where you were on a mission, constantly surrounded by danger.

It was one of those days that you had to endure the taunts of your classmates. They hated you because you managed to skip several grades due to your talent. While some of them did treat you well, the others didn't.

Sometimes you wish that you could go on more missions instead.

Sighing, you crawl out of bed and put on the academy's uniform - black slacks, white button up shirt, the girl's red jacket with a black phoenix on the back, and black boots. You put your (h/c) hair in a ponytail and grabbed your sword (s/n). Slowly opening the door, you saw a punch headed your way.

"Whoa!" You duck and barely feel the arm pass over your head. You struck out your left fist, causing your assailant to gasp and fall backwards.

"Isa!" You admonish.

She laughs and gets up. "Morning!"

You face palm. Out of all the students who could been your best friend, it somehow ended up being Isa - one of the biggest rebels on campus. Instead of wearing the girl's uniform, she wore the boy's instead (which was black and had a red dragon on the back), and she had a habit of attacking others who pissed her off. She also snapped back to annoying students (but not the teachers, thankfully), so there was a benefit of having her around.

"I'm trying to keep you on your toes," she sighed. "You'll never know if someone else had a sword and tried to slice you to bits."

"Be real, Isa," you tell her. "You just wanted a fight first thing in the morning."

"Guilty as charged," she smirked.

You sigh. Of course she would be happy to start a fight. It's a wonder that she wasn't suspended long ago. "Anyway," you begin. "We got to go to class."

"We can't," Isa replied.

"Why not?" You demanded. "Don't tell me that someone did something to the teachers."

"You really have a bad memory. Tomorrow's the tournament!"

Your jaw drops. "What?!"

Isa shakes her head. "We're supposed to make sure that everything is ready."

"Oh gosh..." You whisper.

"Yeah.... Anyway, we're supposed to tend to the flowers in the front," she muttered angrily. "We get the stupid job."

"Isa," you chastise as you walk with her down the corridor. "We're supposed to clean the front of the school to make it look presentable. Besides, you know that the teachers won't let you near the artillery class when it comes to preparations."

"It wasn't my fault!" She hissed. "Leora was bullying you, so of course I had to make it look like I accidentally shot her foot."

"You almost got suspended," you reply as you went down the staircase.

"And you almost wound up in the hospital," she countered.

You laugh. "Yeah, that's true. I never properly thanked you for that."

"No problem," she replied.

Eventually, you reach the front of the school, where there were banners and ladders out for you. Directing Isa to one of the ladders, the two of you grab the biggest banner and hoist it up to put it above the doors.

"Right... There," you say as you pin it in place. "Looks good."

"The banner looks stupid," Isa replied. "There should be more swords on it."

"What is it with you and weapons?" You ask for the twentieth time.

Isa shrugged. "At least let them put the Nohr Academy's Symbol on it."

You had to admit that she was right about that. It was boring, as it said, "Nohrian Academy Tournament," in big bold letters.

You start to climb down the ladder. "Alright Isa, now to-"

Suddenly, the ladder tipped back as you heard giggles. You freeze as you fall, vaguely hearing Isa yelling in Spanish to you and to whoever was giggling. As your mind slowed down, you felt someone grab you, preventing you from hitting the pavement.

"Are you alright?" A deep voice asks.

You could only stare at your savior. With somewhat long curly blonde hair, brown eyes full of warmth, and a look of concern, you felt your heart captured by his handsomeness.

"I'm.... I'm fine," you squeak. "Thank, Prince Xander."

Xander smiles. "At least you're alright." He lets you stand up, and you couldn't stop staring at him.

"Xander," a voice behind said.

Your concentration breaks as Prince Leo appears. You nod when you see him.

"Yes Leo?"

"Should we stop him?" He points behind you. "The one with the blue hair, tattoo, and who looks ready to kill the prankster."

You whip around to see Isa beating the crap out of Spiro - One of your bullies. Evidently, he was the one that pushed your ladder and made you fall.

"Isa!" You yell.

Isa looks up and drops Spiro on the ground in shock. She opens her mouth and closes it, unsure of what to say.

"At ease," Xander replies. "You were saving your friend....?"

"(F/N) (L/N)," you reply as you curtsey. "And that was Isa Lobo."

Xander nods. "My pleasure. I would love to talk, but I must talk to your headmaster."

You nod and step by, allowing him to pass by with Leo. You couldn't stop staring at him. He was so dreamy....

"Xander!" A girl called.

You notice a busty blonde run up and hug Xander. You frown and look at Isa. "Isa, who's that?"

She looks at the girl and without changing her expression, she says, "Charlotte. Xander's girlfriend."

Your heart just shattered into thousands of pieces.

Reina: So there's that. Man, I write a lot of heart break....

Here's the summary:

(Y/N) attends Nohrian Academy, an academy where the best and the brightest gather in Nohr.

(Y/N), while being an ace student, is hated for her natural talent, and is shunned by her classmates. This leads to her training harder, further alienating herself from everyone. 

When the annual tournament arrives, (Y/N) meets Prince Xander, the next in line for the throne, and falls in love with him.

But there is a problem.

Xander already has a girlfriend.

Which brings her to this dilemma: Should she pursue Xander, or someone else?