This story's structure is kind of told like Star Wars. The original idea is actually like the sequel of the series, but it's the first story, and then, I made a prequel to explain the story. This story is also pretty recent, so here's the premise:

Following the events after the infamous Rouge Siege, Caden Lucas flees with the survivors, along with his only daughter, Rosaline. The Rogues have sought refuge by a solitary forest of Shalom. Wanting a new and safe life for Rosaline, he leaves her in the newly established camp, hoping she would be better taken care off there. Caden, in despair, starts drinking, gambling, and smuggling just to get his wife, Elisa out of his mind.

Eight years have passed, nothing has changed. His life was just as meaningless as before.

When terror strikes again at the Rogues, he runs back to the camp to see everyone gone. They all left, the place was abandoned. He never saw his daughter again. He forced himself to wield his strength; his will to keep on going with his life.

Five years have passed, something has changed. His reputation erased his past of infamy, he was loved and well respected by small towns.

Yes, something had changed. He found the important people in his life. He managed to regain his senses in order to create a new band of people. Maybe he can reunite the Rogues, and relive his old life again.

The story talks about the relationship between Rosaline and Caden.

The Rogues are the rebels and now fugitives, so they're all hiding from the King after their failed attempt of a Revolution.

Here's a sneek peek (what am I talking about? It's not like I'm actually gonna publish this 😂) or an excerpt of the first (and only) chapter I've written.

Rosaline was an ill-mannered girl always holding back a nasty temper. She hated all the boys in camp, always jeering at her for her flamboyance, always nagging her of how feeble she was. They called her weak.

She hated that.

She despised them.

But she knew the ire was tolerable, for she knew that she hated two people more than anyone or anything in this world.

Pursing her lips, she did some gallivanting across the humid grounds under the scorching glare of the sun. She squinted heavily from the bright gaze, barely seeing the green outline of forestry surrounding the wood and cobblestone walls. She passed by people doing their weekly routines. Some waved, some greeted her 'a lovely morning', some ignored her. She did not really care for the attitude displayed right at her.

The redhead was always looking out for danger, mishaps or brawls. She considered herself a peace marshall of the camp. No one would allow a nine-year-old going outside of the campus, so she had to prove herself worthy of their time to go on expeditions for news, supplies, and recruits.

The drummer gave three beats in his instrument, signifying that it was three hours after the high sun. She found herself standing absentmindedly by the children's quarters, who were listening intently to her grandmother, Delia, retelling the same mild victory of the event known as the Rouge Siege. The event was so tragic that all her words were forced to discretion, all her words masking the blood that was spilled like brilliant waterfalls that were all for nothing because they lost.

Rosaline was one of the few younglings who demanded a recount of the true events, the other being her only friend who she hated just a bit. Her only exception.

Gravis Kaldean, an apprentice, was making sour faces at Delia, who shot him back a warning look. The children gave scattered glances of confusion and annoyance at the twelve-year-old boy. He returned them an innocent look as if he was not doing anything.

Shaking her head, the girl's blue eyes pierced the boy's brown ones, fighting a silent battle to leave them be or not. He grinned like an imp and raised his hands in surrender, dug them in his breeches' pockets and sulked outside. Reluctantly, she followed him.

"What was that about?" She whispered angrily, blue eyes sparkling with electricity.

The blonde shrugged. "Thought that they should know the truth."

Stomping in front of his path, Rosaline huffed and glared at him. "They are still children of ages 5 and lower, they don't need to know if they don't even want to know. They are not fit to wield weapons other than household items."

"Tch," He scoffed. "For Scythe's sake, we are still children too and we know the truth that we never won and we are hiding from Rechtabra, for all we know, they might be still out there to get us.

She waved her hand dismissively. "Eight years have passed, they must have given up."

"Stop thinking that this new life of ours is all sunshine and rainbows Ros," His chocolate brown eyes flaring with exasperation. "You already know that Rechtabra might attack us again. His son just took his place, we know what he plans to do. You were there with me when the spies reported to Osten."

Grimly, she remembered the night not too long ago when they went sneaking out by the parameters, only to face and hear the horrific news told to their camp leader. "So? If it was that dangerous then Osten would've let us all evacuate to wherever the gods know."

Gravis shook his head. "They said that they sent a message to Caden Lucas and--"

She grabbed his collar and dragged him nearer, her face flaring with anger. "Who?"

"Caden Lucas," He gulped as if wondering why she would do such action by hearing that name. "The hero of the Rogues in the Siege."

Hesitantly, she let go of him, wiping her hands from the sweat forming rapidly. "He's no hero," She muttered and left without another word.

"Wait! Ros!" The boy sprinted to catch up with her.
She rolled her eyes from his eagerness to understand why she said those words. She knew Gravis for almost her whole life and unfortunately knew that the boy she liked a bit looked up to that man.

Her father. The words etched her mind like poison eating her brain out with such searing pain. No one knew that he was her father. Nobody knew that he eloped with her mother for a month just to get married by a lake. Her mother, Elisa Jordan, was dead. She hated her so much because she left her, he left her. She was left with no one.

"What the hell was that Ros," Gravis sputtered, face red.
She waved him off, knowing that she wouldn't have the morale to actually argue out her point. He doesn't know that she was Lucas' daughter, and if people knew that, she would be absolutely mortified.

Caden Lucas, the so-called war hero of her people, was a coward. He recreated his name in absolute infamy, smuggling the rich, drinking and gambling until he was broke, and having a one night stand with disgusting ladies. She knew all this based on what she heard from her grandmother. He visited to joke, brag, and tell stories of his plights.

She never wanted to see him again. The last time she saw him was on her fifth birthday on the twentieth of the Twelfth Month. She wished that she could wipe that stupid drunk grin off his face and she hopes he was dead.
"Never mind," Rosaline muttered and faced the other way so that he couldn't read her eyes. "Continue,"

The boy scrunched his eyebrows in confusion for the sudden change of mood of his companion. He knew something was wrong, unfortunately. Knowing one another for nearly their whole life allowed them to easily read off one another. "I know that you hate Caden, I never knew why, but I'm guessing it's because of the title hero." He lunged forward and clutched her wrist, forcing her to turn around.

Blowing a strand of her mangy red hair out of her face, she rolled her eyes. "What are you trying to point out?"

"I'm guessing that he didn't save your mother?" He whispered, moving his face a little too close to hers.

Bewildered by his actions, the girl pulled back her arm and studied the leafy and muddy ground. "Aye, he didn't."

They made a promise by the fifty-seventh Blue Moon that they would never lie to each other. She technically spoke of the truth. Her father left her mother behind in the Siege, he left her to die just so he can save her. Rosaline felt like her mother should take her place in life, she had done nothing in her life while her mother made tons of differences like saving lives.

"Continue," She repeated, hoping the suspicious boy would not pry any further. They continued walking along the winding path, though it seems like a far walk, they are always going back to where they started, like her life, which she felt like was just going in circles.

"Well," Gravis said, eyeing her warily, "I heard them say that they would send him a message for help to evacuate everyone before Rechtabra actually comes."
"He's not trustworthy," The girl kicked a patch of dirt, waving the patriotic thought aside. "He's been living in liquor, how do you think he'll help us?"

"Have a little faith Ros," He lamented and crossed his arms, and stopped walking. "You never know, but I do know that people change."

"That's naive of you Gravis," She muttered and walked briskly, leaving behind the boy and the conversation about her father.

A bloodcurdling scream echoed through the entire camp, followed by more wails and explosions. Rosaline stopped her tracks. Everyone stopped moving and looked at the source of the sound. Fear and dread were slowly creeping everyone's spines.

People living in the front were scrambling back, carrying whatever they could, running towards the secret emergency exit.

"Run!" They all screamed. Fire snaked through the trees and grassy mounds, houses toppling over each other like dominoes.

The redhead was frozen in place, still looking at their fallen kingdom. The sky rained arrows, locking mothers and their children dead on the floor.

"Rosaline!" Gravis snatched the girl's hand and followed the flow of the crowd. "We need to get out of here!"

Rosaline was shaking. "N-no, my grandmother is still there—"

"A message from the king!" A deep voice cut through my words. A young man in embellished gold armor was on a trotting horse, holding a brown bag. "If you surrender to us Caden Lucas and his family, we'll let you go." A sinister smile was etched on his lips, it was as if he was amused to see us flee for our lives.

"What are you doing?" Osten pushed the boy and girl forward.

"Wait," Rosaline said, trying to go against the current of the sea of scurrying people. "Delia, she's still there—"

She nearly screamed. The knighted man wasn't holding a bag. It was a head, her grandmother's head.

"This woman over here is the mother of the infamous Elisa Jordan, the woman who put you all to hell, so I was kind enough to send her there as well." The man hollered, laughing out even more.

Our camp's soldiers were doing their best to fend off the elite knights of King Rechtabra. "Ros!" Gravis shouted over scared voices. "Come on!"

Rosaline could choose to die here, but an itching voice insider her head told her not to. I'm going to live. Gravis pulled her down to the cramped underground exit with a thousand routes. "We can hide in Tonwell, that's the last place anyone would expect us to go, I have some relatives there."

She nodded as we took rights and lefts. Clearly, the girl was in a daze, in denial of our current situation. I never agreed to be part of this mess, but it's not like I ever had a choice.

The redhead glanced back, one of the King's soldiers were following us. The sound of his heavy footsteps overlapped the screams of death echoed through the hollow walls.

"Gravis," She squeezed his hand to tell him to look back. He abruptly stopped and whipped out a pocket knife to attack the enemy.

"Foolish boy," The knight bellowed and swatted the small blade with his gauntlet. He lunged forward and grasped Gravis' neck.

"No!" Rosaline yelled but was simply kicked aside.

He began laughing, laughing like a menace, a lunatic, laughing as if he was sure to win. "You're all children of hell, go rot and die there."

She shakily stood up. I'm not letting Gravis die and I'm not dying here either. Her eyes became laser focus, blue eyes like electricity. The redhead snarled and smirked, wondering what that man would feel like if he lost to a bunch of children.

Like a panther, she swiftly snatched the fallen knife and lithely pounced the man, holding his head back. "Not today," She whispered in his ear before tilting his head to stab him in the most vulnerable spot: his neck.

The man choked, blood gushing out of his body. Gravis pushed the man forward. The knight collapsed, his body now lifeless.

"Thanks," Gravis said, quite breathless and took her bloody hand. They raced through the dark tunnel, panting from their near-death experience.

Rosaline knew there was no point in turning back. The words of the elite knights replayed in her mind. I would go back to hell, that's what they said where I belong. She thought as they ducked and weaved over the crumbling debris. But I'm dragging down someone with me, the one who dragged me to all this mess.

They have been running for hours, Rosaline nearly stumbling every five minutes or so. It was hard to stop herself from finishing her entire tiny canteen of water.

When they saw a sliver of light from above, she knew they have reached their destination, their new sanctuary. Gravis kicked open the decade-old trap door to see rickety stairs leading up to a bakery.

Tonwell, the place where it all started. This was her mother's home. The place where Elisa Jordan met Caden Lucas, the place where she was born.

"You okay?" Gravis asked, sweaty like a pig.

"Yeah," Rosaline muttered and her legs gave in; she collapsed. Luckily for her, the blonde boy caught her. They both sat down by the steps, resting for a while, drinking the last drop from their bottles.

"I'll bring you to my folks." He said.

"You do know you could just leave me here, I'll just annoy you even more in the days to come. If you go by yourself, you're finally free."

Gravis laughed, his voice hoarse, and shook his head. "For Scythe's stake, you're really more stupid than I am." He stared right at me, his chocolate brown eyes meeting her dark blue ones. "Your nanny Delia told me to look after you on your sixth birthday, to make sure you won't do anything reckless when she wasn't around. But it was in fact, the other way around when we grew up."

The redhead looked down, tears welling in my eyes. Delia was gone and she stood there looking like an idiot.

"Well, this is my payback," He ruffled her hair and stood up to stretch. "I'm going to protect you,"

She scoffed, brushing the tears of her face. "I'm not weak, I just saved your sorry butt down there. I can and will learn how to fend for my self." He motioned her to climb on his back, which she hesitantly complied. "But you can carry me, just this instance."

He chuckled and began to walk. "Yeah, right,"

The two snuck out of the old building and out to the starry night, constantly talking to each other to keep each other awake. Rosaline cut her golden-red hair with her bloody knife, selling it to merchants to at least earn themselves some food and water.

"What are we gonna do?" She asked him, playing with his blonde hair.

Gravis shrugged. "Dunno, maybe become ruthless mobsters on the streets. It'd be funny to see guards trying."

"I can totally picture myself looking like a criminal." Rosaline joked. "With those black clothes and a hooded cloak, perhaps I can score an eye patch as well."

"We can try to connect with the former Rogues, we can still take down Rechtabra, then, we wouldn't need to hide anymore." Gravis sighed. "We can lead another revolution, but people would want to look for Caden Lucas."

Rosaline hummed, suddenly distracted because he mentioned the name of a scoundrel she refused to call 'father'. She never wanted to be part of this mess, someone needed to take the blame of her situation right now, the death of her grandmother, the reason she's alive.

As the two continued their journey, Rosaline Lucas's mind was set.

Caden Lucas, I'm going to get you. We can both rot in hell.

Sooooo yeah, that's all I've written. I remember I wrote that in between exams in our Finals.

The excerpt written was just the prologue of the story. I just realized it's like the first episode of Attack on Titan 😂

What am I going to do with all this??? 🤨🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️