There was a prophecy passed from generation to generation that spoke of a great evil that would plague the land of Halcyone. The five kingdoms would unite with each other in an attempt to stop it but would prove unsuccessful. However, hope was not lost. On the very same day that evil would awaken, a human with the power to stop it would arise.

The kingdom of Aeceria kept this prophecy close to its heart for centuries to come.

And then, it happened. Gwyneth was only eight but would never forget when the boy with sandy brown hair and sun-kissed white skin stepped foot into the castle. He came from one of the villages nearby nestled in one of the many forests in Aeceria's borders. Ten days ago, magic had awakened in this young boy. Magic was found only within the fae folk, so it was not unreasonable to believe that this boy might be the chosen one. After all, Zetheria's wall was constructed some twenty years ago, and since then there had been whisperings of invasions and war. The recent sightings of black clouds over Zetheria castle had to be an omen.

Aston would become the savior who would defeat the Shrouded King. The king and queen of Aeceria accepted him into their home with open arms. After all, it was a great honor to receive the savior of prophecy, something the kingdoms of Cathul and Aquariot would never quite understand.

He would also become the bane of Gwyneth's existence.

Aston would become spoiled by the king, queen, and all their servants, having each wish granted simply because he was the savior. What repulsed Gwyneth even more were the discussions her parents had about the two of them marrying. It was only a matter of time before she began to question the judgment of those around her. Was this spoiled brat really the hero that would save them all?

"Of course, he's the savior! He's a human with magic!"

Wasn't the current theory that the king of Zetheria somehow gained control of magic?

"Fate works in mysterious ways. He'll mature soon enough."

But he didn't. Many childhood days were spent hiding from the magical pranks Aston would pull. Many times, Gwyneth wished she wasn't a princess if only so she wouldn't have to share the same roof over her head as this spoiled brat. She had tried locking her door, but locks were no match for magic. She had begged her parents to let her sleep with them but was considered "too old" for such things. Thus started her methods of unconventional fighting.