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Chapter 1
Sarah Alder was tired, it was at least the fifth time in a month that her younger sister, Scylla, had run away from the palace to meet some girl or boy in a tavern. She normally wouldn't care who Scylla was fucking, however, everything was more dangerous since rumors had been heard that the great sorceress had finally appeared in the realm. Some say she joined Alban, others say she came to help her father the king. Sarah only knew one thing, no one was going to hurt her family, no one. That's why she was now walking the streets of kingdom of mycelium with her cape that covered her entire body and face that left only her hard blue eyes out. Her hand always holding the sword and the cat's eyes watching all around. Some people believed it was the king's fault, believed her father let the people starve for his own benefit.
The Mycelium Kingdom was known for its beauty and fertile soil, the kingdom lived for years in harmony and abundance before his old uncle decided it was best for him to rule everything and bewitch the kingdom after failing. From the beginning, when her uncle left and promised revenge, Sarah was only 10 years old and her father started training her for the future battle that 25 years later had not arrived. Every day Sarah Alder trained all kinds of fights and spells that she was known to be prepared for the fight, she never complained, she never stopped even when she got tired, she never gave up. Because the day Alban swore revenge and ran, he not only broke his father's heart by betraying him, he also killed his mother. Sarah Alder decided from that day that her uncle wouldn't be dead for her only because she wanted to kill him herself, and she was going to make it. However, she needed right now to find her stupid sister who can't keep her vagina in her pants.
Sarah entered Wade's tavern, striding steadily toward her sister who was flirting with a blonde girl with a scar on her face.
- Scylla Ramshorn Alder, let's go NOW! - Sarah says pulling the girl by the arm.
- Sarah, glad you're here! This is Raelle and she is an apprentice healer of the realm, isn't she extremely beautiful? Oh Sarah, what's up? let's have a drink, don't pull me like that. - the girl says with a soft voice, clearly drunk.
- I'm not going to comment on the fact that you're drunk, let's leave that for later. But now you're going to say goodbye to your friend and we're going to head back to the castle before our father finds out you're gone again and without a fucking guard to protect you!
- Oh Sarah, don't be naive, you know I would take down ten of those guards in five minutes since I was 15 years old because of our training. Why do you have to be so boring? - the girl says laughing at her sister.
- You don't understand, Scyll. Everything is more dangerous now, hell. What if you find that sorceress out there? There isn't enough training to make you defeat her magic if she's on the sorcerer's side. And don't say we do magic too because no matter how much magic we learn, we can't beat it. Now get your fucking ass off that chair and let's go to the palace. - Sarah says without waiting for an answer, pulling Scylla by the arm.
- Okay, sorry, I'll get in touch with you, Raelle. - She winks at the girl who returns it with a smile.
Arriving at the castle, Sarah still hasn't said a word to her sister who's been chattering the entire way and so Sarah stops.
- Scyll, I love you but if you don't stop saying I fucked you up, I'll give you a blast. - She says stopping and making the girl hit her face on her back.
- Sare, you know, I think you're the one who needs to have sex. So much stress, girl... but ok, I'm sorry, she's not like the others, Sare, I like her and every time I ran away from the castle it was to see her. I don't want to bring her into the mess that this castle is, I don't want her to be the target of gossip. I don't want her to be a target, I... I think I'm in love with her, Sare. -the girl stops talking when she feels arms around her shoulders and a kiss on her head.
- Okay, Scyll... but next time let me know and I'll go with you, ok? We need...
- Princesses, your majesty is requesting your presence in the main hall with great urgency. Will you follow me please? - A guard interrupts the sisters' conversation with a worried look which makes the girls follow his orders and go to the main hall.
In the main hall there are twice as many guards as there are usually and that worries Sarah, but nothing worries her more than seeing the short woman next to her father talking very intimately as if she had known him for years and not that he was her king.
- My daughters, I sent guards in every corner of this castle after you. Where the hell have you been, it really doesn't matter, we need to talk. This one is the famous sorceress Nicte Batan and she... SARAH! STAY IN YOUR PLACE AND LISTEN TO ME. -Her father says when he notices Sarah pulling the sword from the waistband of his pants and heading towards the dark-haired woman. The king stands and stops between his daughter and the sorceress. - Listen to her, my daughter, please.
- So this is the famous black heart? Our dear king's stressed-out princess? - The woman says laughing and leaving behind the king, heading towards the blue-eyed woman who is looking at her with hate in her eyes. - Come on, Sare, I'm here to help. I'm not the enemy!
- No. Me. call. In. heal. - Sarah says with a hard look at the brunette.
- Okay, black heart. Let's get to the main thing then. - The brunette says ironically.
- What do you want from my father? How dare you enter this castle or this kingdom? - Sarah says, squeezing the sword handle more tightly in her hands.
- First, I don't want anything from your father. I came to talk to you and I don't want anything from you, black heart, I'm going to give you something. But don't get too excited, that's not what you want I'm going to give you so save it for your sunshine. - Nicte says winking at Sarah.
- What the hell do you want from me? Stop calling me Blackheart and who the hell is my sun? - Sarah says confused. -She starts talking right away.
- My daughter, let's sit down, ok? Then we can talk, I promise the witch came in peace. trust me, daughter. -Sarah felt her father's despair and then calmed down nodding to him and the woman in front of her.
- Come on, Scylla, you need to hear all this too. - The king says to the girl behind Sarah, perplexed, however follows her father to the castle's meeting room.
- I'll cut to the chase, little princesses. Yes, I am the sorceress who gave your uncle his powers in exchange for his soul. Yes I know he cursed our kingdom and there are a lot of people suffering, spare me the lecture, your daddy already gave me a full one ok? Come on. I'm dying. -She says and the room is silent with everyone with wide eyes towards her. - I know everyone thought I was immortal because I eat people's souls but I'm not, I just magically get stronger with souls. However, I am dying because your dear uncle the sorcerer has poisoned me and if I die he will be the most powerful sorcerer in the kingdom and I can't let that happen otherwise he will destroy everything here. The day I shared some of my powers with Alban, I created a prophecy. Alban would take my powers because I needed a soul like his, full of hate because the more hate the soul, the more powerful the magic. But I'm not stupid, I knew what he wanted and so I wrote the prophecy. The only person capable of defeating the Camarilla sorcerer is someone of his own blood and don't get me wrong King Daniel, you're quite old and little Scylla is too loving for all that. So there's only our black heart left here, Princess Sarah Alder. - She finishes talking and looks at everyone waiting for her to continue her reasoning.
- What... what do you mean by that? I always planned to kill my uncle, it's obvious but what the hell prophecy are you talking about? - She says frowning.
- Calm down girl, I'll explain everything. People in the kingdom nicknamed you the princess of the black heart for a reason, Sarah. It's not because you're mean or treat people badly, it's because you closed yourself off after your mother's death, being consumed by hatred and the desire to kill your uncle. So you have a soul as full of hate as his, and that means you're the perfect person I should pass my powers on and capable of defeating the Camarilla sorcerer.
- What do you mean by passing your powers to my sister? - Scylla says, worried. - Will it... will it hurt her?
- No, little princess, relax. Sarah is the warrior of prophecy. When I asked for help from the underworld to give me a prophecy that would help us fight Alban, they told me that the warrior was already born and had as much hate and pain inside her heart as anyone could bear. But still, she was kind. However, the warrior needed love not to succumb to the same hatred as her uncle and so, they each gave a part of their soul with her blood, Sarah, for the creation of their soul mate. And then...
- Soulmate? How so soulmate? That doesn't exist, soulmates were extinct when he cursed the kingdom and...-then Sarah fell silent because she didn't know what to say or what to think of the whole situation and only calmed down when she felt Nicte's hand on her. her shoulder.
- Sarah, I'll explain everything, I promise. But understand, the prophecy is clear, you will find your soul mate because only love could keep you from following your uncle's path.
Sarah didn't know what to think, she just ran out the door without hearing her father or sister calling for her. The woman only stopped when, closing the meeting room door, she collided with a delicate red-haired thing and my god, the girl was beautiful.