The Sacrifice: Princess of Alemio — A Short Novel

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Chapter I

There was this astonishing beauty of a young lady wandering around the park near the town hall. I, Malcom, a former high ranked knight was just sitting on an archaic rusty bench as she passed. I was in awe of her beauty; she seemed like a princess searching for her way back to her homeland. She was wearing a robe with fine royal texture and a sword with some crest. As she gazed upon the clouds, I got up and walked a foot closer to her.

“Are you lost?” I asked while looking above the clouds wondering what she had in mind.

“I’m not sure. Mind if I ask you where I am?” she said softly with confused eyes.

I laughed, “Why would a beautiful young lady be wandering around lost in a place like this? It is soon to be dark and you do know what danger might befall when the sun goes down.”

She smiled as if everything was going to be alright. “I do, but I seem to have forgotten my way.”

I smiled. “I’m Malcom and you’re wandering around Kimilar Village. You must be a princess?” I looked at her with serious eyes. I know her. Why is she here, this place are for gatherings of assassins and hunters.

“Princess?! I am not a princess. I’m just a wandering peasant girl who lives somewhere I don’t remember.” She said…