Chapter 2: The 11th Hour
Flashbacks... Far down the horizon, stood that young girl, tall in the middle of the storm. She has that look on her face. A heart full of desire, a mind full of hope and a willingness to take on anything that comes her way. She was born to be a brave warrior, learned to protect herself and care for the ones that she loved. She was tamed by the control of her own wrath and yet she melted like ice in a furnace when forced by demanding moments to meet her soft-hearted nature. She had a quick, curious mind and was quite pragmatic most of the time. But not this time. Not this battle. This time it was different. Nothing could save her accept the lessons of the storm. She had to patiently sit and wait for it to pass. In these situations patience wasn't her biggest strength considering the restlessness she bore. But it wasn't an impossible task. Before a battle began, she would recite this out loud to herself, “I am no princess in a perfectly beautiful world waiting for my Prin