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"Y-your majesty!"

A stunned voice said, seemingly unexpected to the sight before her. There, a female was dressed in a dark cloak, the hood off, but if put on, it would hide the figure's face enough for none to recognize.

"Where are you going at this hour, your grace?" The royal's handmaiden asked in concern and curiosity. The night had already fallen, and it was dark out, so anyone would be confused as to why this woman wanted to go out.

"Jacqueline, I will be back soon. Make sure that if anyone were to ask of my location, you would make sure that they would think that I am either asleep or busy, alright?" The words were a question, but it was stated like an order, leaving the servant no choice but to nod and bow.

Satisfied by this reaction, the female royal wore her hood and exited the room. The usual light gleams of the castle halls were now dark in the night, torches and chandeliers were the only source of light; but even they were not strong enough to light up the whole place.

It was as if the castle had a switch, and someone had turned it. From a welcoming bright theme, it turned into dark and brooding, as if to tell anyone that passes to pass by quickly.

After glancing left and right to make sure that no one would see her, she pressed a hand on a wall in the corner of the long, dark hallways. The side of the wall silently opened, granting a secret passageway. She hurriedly walked in, closing it right after. It was dark here; with no candles or anything to lighten up the way. It did not matter to her, though, for she had already well memorized the turns she needed to go to.

Ten minutes later, she finally reached a door; her destination. She opened it, and looked around the area to akke sure that she was still unnoticed. The exit showed her to the back of the castle. The door was camouflaged, so no one that was not familiar with the palace would be able to enter it and possibly make anarchy.

The moon was absent that night, which made the female curse to herself. Not that she couldn't find her way in the darkness of the night, beacase she could, but it would be very much appreciated if there was a moon to aid her on her way.

Nonetheless, she continued her journey into the forests, knowing well that nothing would dare harm her. Finally, she reached her destination: a small cabin made out of cobblestones and such. It might look harmless and run-down, but the royal knew that throne residing in this cabin would be worth getting herself dirty.

She knocked on the door four times, and tapped on in seven times. It was a code to make the one inside know that it was her who was waiting to be let in. Not long after, the door opened slightly, so she took the initiative to push it open.

The first thing that came into the hooded woman's vision was another lady. This one had onyx hair and deep violet eyes; the shade of an oracle's eyes, to be exact. The woman owning the house looked around seventy years, but in actuality, she was over two hundred. Maybe more.

The newcomer took a seat in front of the witch oracle, the only sounds between them was the cackle of the fire behind the elder, and the scraping of the chair as the visitor sat.

Finally, the woman spoke, "I believe you know why I am here, Prophetess."

The elder lady nodded. "Yes, your grace. I am aware. But know this: every single thing you choose to do to change fate, there will be a consequence. If you tamper with what should happen, there will be a chance that things will either be worse for all the kingdoms, or destiny will wield itself accordingly, one way or another."

"Yes, yes, Prophetess. Now, what is the prophesy?!" The woman said impatiently.

"You have been warned." This was what the Prophetess last said before she closed her eyes and gripped the edges of the table in front of them. When she opened her eyes, all of it was white. She started trembling, making the visitor's heart stutter, but quickly composed herself.

As if in a trance, the elder female stated monotonously, "Heed my word, young one. Listen to what you hear. If ever you misunderstand, time will make it clear.

"It was a hundred years
When a prophesy was told
By the help of a seer
Whose wisdom cannot be sold

"Through a vision it came
That the kingdoms would be one
Nothing would be the same
Through the help of a single woman

"Grace and beauty she will grow
To spread kindness is her goal
Loved by all who has heard and saw
Innocence blooming through her soul

"Daughter of the King of Kings
Offspring made of assault
Given to her is a dragon ring
Whose name will personally be called

"Four princes will fancy the dame
Each at their own time
They strive to take her away
And be honored to call her 'mine'

"Daughter of the Light she was
Offspring of purity and virtue
Given away because of love
Though a hard choice to do

"Hair gold as the sun's bearing
White innocence untainted
Eyes green as spring
White sincerity immaculate

"Once she takes her throne
All kingdoms will bow
Her purity has shown
People have no doubts

"Now, before all is well
She has to choose her destiny
To renounce her throne
Or to accept her ancestry

"It is up to the woman
Her to make a choice
One will bring war to the kingdoms
Another will make all rejoice"

A beat of silence passed before the seer suddenly inhaled deeply, looking around the room frantically. She soon calmed and willed to look at the still lady in front of her who made no move, still busy absorbing the prophesy that she was informed of.

"'Daughter of the King of Kings'?" She muttered under her breath to herself, trying to understand what it meant.

After thinking about it deeply, she then understood the prophesy and what she had to do. The seer in front of her was silent watching the woman stand up stiffly, but with a slight tremble.

Then, as quick as lightning, an arrow suddenly pierced the old oracle's chest; straight at her heart, and through the other side. Her wide eyes slowly found the Royal's impassive ones, as if she herself was aware that this would happen.

And maybe she was.

"Y-your m-majesty..." The prophetess wheeze, blood gushing like fountains from her chest.

"Oh, do not fret, Prophetess. You should be grateful to have been a very useful pawn. But, unfortunately, I cannot let anyone know what I am planning, and since you have already passed on the prophecy to me, your efforts are no longer needed."

With that, she sashayed out of the room, her cloak following behind her. The elder lady's eyes were now gaped open and frozen, life sucked out of them, leaving a hollow shell from where an old, wise gaze once held.

The female was now headed back to the palace, a million thoughts running through her brain. She now knew that the King had an affair -a forced affair to be exact- and that affair had brought forth a child. She had her suspicions as to who the mother of this prophesied ruler would be, but she had to make sure first.

Looking for this lost princess would be quite hard, that's for sure, but she believed that she could do it with some assistance from werewolves, warlocks, and more others.

Of course, there was still the second option which was to wait for when the crown princes would fall for a single girl, and when the time was right, she would strike.

Who is this mysterious hooded female? Will she ever find the long lost princess? And if she did, what would her actions' consequences be?

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Hoomans! Hallo! So, pic up there is the 'hooded person'. Do we have any theories about her?

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