the Ambassador of Catastropia tries to find out what's wrong with the emperor they acquire the help from an unlikely person, a girl named Suki from a land infested with spirits and demons. But ther...
"No. He just—it started after his hunting trip in Altraz." The emperor's younger sister answered as they got to the door. She had high cheekbones and a small round nose. Her curly black hair was down and reached past her waist. Her light pink nightgown flowed to the floor. She held a candle to see the path to her brother's study. Her green eyes flickered in the light of the flame.
The elderly woman looked at the mahogany door and grasped the handle before she entered she said in a soft tone, "Wish me luck Matilda."
A dwindling candle resting on his desk and a small fire in the hearth of the fireplace faintly lit the room. A set of black leather chairs and a sofa surrounded an oak coffee table by the fireplace. His study was very neat with the exception of scrap paper in the trashcan. All the books were neatly filed away on bookshelves that ascended to the ceiling on two opposite walls. The wall opposite the fireplace was a wall made entirely out of windows. On the wall opposite the windows a portrait of his highness hung above the hearth.
His black hair was tied up in a bun a top his head with a few short strands falling on his forehead. His glowing green eyes were expressionless like the rest of his face. He had high cheekbones like his sister but his nose was straight and sharp. A thin smile protruded upon his lips. Over all he was a handsome man of twenty-four.
"And who said you could come into my study?" a voice asked her from one of the chairs. It belonged to his highness but it sounded dark, deep and, sadly, weak. The woman put a hand over her heart and sighed of relief that it wasn't someone that was a bout to harm her or worse—kill her.
"I'm so sorry my lo-" she said looking over to the emperor but what she saw wasn't something she expected and she let out a blood curling scream.
Miles away from the emperor's study in the capitol of Catastropia, a wood covered in darkness lingered quietly before it shook sending the snow atop the branches of the evergreens to fall to the ground with a soft thud.
"Suki, be careful! I'm not as young and agile as I used to be." An old woman grunted from her granddaughter's back.
"Sorry nana." The girl mumbled putting her grandmother down. On the snow infested ground.
"Suki! Don't put me down or I might disappear!" the elderly woman huffed. She was very short and barely came up to her granddaughter's waist. She had grey hair that erected out into a bun that was placed almost on top her head. Large circular spectacles framed her beady eyes, which matched her hair of an old grey. Her attire was a parka with leather boots and gloves.
Suki, unlike her grand mother, was tall—about five foot six—and had glowing red eyes that looked more of a orange than red. Suki had straight long white hair that was always up off her back. She, like her grandmother, wore a parka boots and a pair of mittens.
"Sorry nana" Suki picked up her grand mother and set her gently on a stump. "Where is this thing?"
"It's called a nightwalker you foolish child!" she said gazing over toward the east. "oh damn! The sun's about to rise. Best be heading home for some sleep." She mentioned to her grand daughter whnm responded by putting her elder on her back and ran home.
The duo lived in the wilderness of northern Hyatt with out another human being for fifteen miles. They resided in a three-story log cabin on a hill that stretched over the tips of the trees. The cabin had a stone fireplace that looked like it would topple over any day. The interior always welcomed the two home. On the first level their dining room, kitchen and den were found while the upper two floors hosted their bedrooms. It had ornaments of deer and other animals as well as their prized possession—the horns and fur of a Prong—that decorated the innards of the home.