Tale of A Princess/Sorceress -NaNo Story!-

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Yes, here is the story I wrote for NaNoWriMo. You wanted to read it right Purfox-chan? So, here it is.

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Chapter One

“Let me learn!” A girl sixteen years of age put her hands into a begging position as she stood in front of her father. Her long blonde hair was silky and her skin was pale. Her eyes were grey and dark as she argued with her father who was the king.

Her father, Aleron Tyre, was a broad-chested man of vast age. His hair was brown, but fading with age as was the beard on his face. His eyes were a pale blue that looked at his daughter sternly. “Fable, I cannot allow you to learn how to fight with a sword. It is just not needed for a lady as yourself,” he said placing a hand on her head.

“A lady as myself? Father! You cannot refuse to allow me to learn on such grounds as that!” Fable argued throwing her hands up.

“I am your father, I have every right to not allow you to learn,” he said straightening up.

“That’s not fair—”

“Life isn’t fair, you know that lesson well,” he said interrupting her.

Her grey eyes glared at his darkly before she looked down. “Why can’t you allow me to even learn a little bit?”

“Fable, once you start learning it, you won’t want to stop,” he said. “Now, do not speak of this again.”

Fable glowered at him, but knew a dismissal when she heard one. She’d learn how to fight with a sword somehow, somehow she would.


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Her footsteps echoed in the quiet hallway. She just couldn’t understand why her father wouldn’t allow her to learn how to fight with a sword. He hadn’t used to frown on her learning such subjects when her mother was alive, but with her death, he became different. It wasn’t that he was cruel to her, far from it. He was more protective, and too wary of the world.

Fable blinked slowly as she found herself in the stable. Her blue roan mare Ceres reached over the gate and snuffled the side of her face. Laughing, Fable turned and hugged her mare’s face. “Ceres, let’s go ride into town shall we?” she said as she opened the gate.

Ceres walked out and stood obediently as Fable got out her tack and placed it on. Fable checked to make sure that the fastings were secure before she hopped onto her horse. Ceres danced in place as she waited for Fable to sit firmly. That done, Ceres followed her rider’s command out of the stable and into the town.

The ride from the castle to the main part of the town wasn’t far, but it took long enough for Fable. She enjoyed the ride often, and also loved talking with the people of the town. This particular ride though, she was off to visit someone specific.

Fable slid off of Ceres’ back and tied her rein to a nearby post. She then walked through the door with an overhanging picture of two swords crossed. It was musty, and the candles flickered ominously against the brick walls. There were many swords and other weapons on shelves and the walls, but they weren’t what she came there for. At the counter was a man in his late forties, she presumed, and he was sharpening a long sword. He looked up when she came through the door and she saw a frown come onto his face.

“Milady… I did not expect to see you here,” he said slowly.

A ‘no nonsense’ look came onto her face and she said, “Balendin, could you teach me how to fight with a sword?” She frowned at his silence and added, “If it’s because of my father, don’t worry. I won’t let you get into trouble.”

“Milady, it is not that—”

“It is isn’t it?” Fable noticed the way he looked so guilty and she realized that what she said was true. “My father told you not to teach me didn’t he?” she asked to see what his reaction would be. The truth in his eyes made her groan out loud and she turned away from the old swordsman to hide the frustration showing on her face.

“Your father cares about you Milady, that is the reason he does what he does,” Balendin said his tone softened in attempt to comfort her.

“Please, can’t you teach me?” she asked a pleading note coming to her voice.

“I’m sorry Milady, but I can’t,” he said again.

Fable’s shoulders sagged and she sighed. “Fine, I’m sorry to bother you,” she said and walked out.

Outside, she untied Ceres’ reins, but didn’t get on. Ceres blew in her face confused at her not getting on.

“Sorry Ceres. We’re just gonna walk, you and I,” Fable said rubbing the side of her mare’s face. Ceres blew at her again, but gentler to point out her understanding. They began walking, Ceres’ steps making more noise than Fable’s.

Fable wondered if there was anyone else in the town who knew how to use a sword, and use it well. In all her years of living there, she didn’t remember there being anyone else beside Balendin who was practiced in the art of the sword. The only chance of her learning was to find someone who didn’t live in Regalis Court, and was willing to defy a king’s order. Of course, she could always not mention that last part.

She wasn’t exactly sure why she had to learn how to fight with a sword, but she knew that it was partly because she didn’t want to be useless if ever it came to be that she was fighting for her life or someone else’s. She had magic, certainly, but her magical energy wasn’t limitless.

Pointing out that fact didn’t even help her persuade her father to allow her to learn. He simply told her that she wouldn’t get into those situations. How could he know? There was always a chance of that, especially since she was the princess of the kingdom of Larania.

Two children came running up to her and began talking as soon as she stopped. Blinking, Fable looked at them sternly as she waited for them to stop talking so rapidly. They realized that she didn’t understand what they were saying and stopped talking. “What is it that you had to speak so quickly children?” she asked a smile coming onto her face as soon as they stopped.

The older of the children, siblings she thought, spoke up. “Milady, our youngest sister, she’s sick and refuses to eat. We heard that you can heal people with a spell... Milady, could you heal our sister?”

Fable considered both siblings. The older brother seemed to be about twelve, and the younger one, the sister, about nine. She remembered seeing the younger one with the seamstress. These must be her children, she thought. “Lead me to her then...”

“Alban,” he said as he walked forward. “And this is my sister Stella. My other sister’s name is Livia; she’s the one that’s sick.”

Fable nodded at his explanation and quickened her pace slightly as Alban started hurrying. She took that to mean that they were getting close, and she was right when they stopped at a house big enough to house five people. She tied Ceres’ rein to a nearby fence and walked into the house. The room was humid, and she saw the reason for it. The small figure of a girl of four years of age could be seen under several blankets. She seemed to sweat a lot, but not enough to get rid of the sickness.

“Where’s your mother Alban?” Fable asked coming over to the young girl’s side. She kneeled down and placed the back of her hand on her forehead. Warm, too warm, she thought worriedly.

“She’s at work. She wanted to stay home to care for Livia, but she had this order that had to be done,” Alban answered.

Fable brushed the hair from her face and took a deep breath. For a child as sick as this, it was best if she did her most powerful healing spell. “Alright, Alban, I need you and your sister to be quiet. Can you two do that?”

They both nodded solemnly and went to sit by the foot of their sister’s bed.

Fable breathed slowly as she summoned up her magic that came from the center of her being. The healing spell she was going to do was essentially, a song. One with power behind it though, so it was also a spell. She opened her mouth and sang softly. Magic flowed behind her words and flowed into Livia’s ears.

Livia’s eyes were starting to flutter open as Fable got to the last verse.

Let not your feet wander from the path that has been set,
Dream of the sky,
Dream of the land,
Dream of life,
Live and dream.

Livia’s eyes stopped fluttering and her breathing grew calmer as the spell took affect. Fable let out a breath of relief and her hands curled into fists as a small wave of dizziness overcame her. That spell always took it out of her.

Her fists uncurled as the dizziness left. She turned to look at the children watching her and their younger sister attentively and chuckled. “She’s alright. Livia will be fine now, she just needs some sleep.”

Their eyes lit up and before she knew it, they had tackled her to the ground in a hug. “Thank you so much!” they both shouted. Alban was the first to get off and got his sister to get off as well.

“We’re sorry. That was rude of us. Sorry Milady,” Alban said bowing his head down. Stella did the same a sheepish look on her face.

“What are the two of you apologizing for? I can see that you care very much for your little sister, and I am happy to help save her life,” Fable said. She stood up and went over to them giving each a hug. “Take care.”

Alban stepped back and gave a hurried bow. “You too Milady!” Stella was the one to hug her back and didn’t say a thing except to smile.

Fable smiled at the both of them before waving slightly and walked out of the house. Ceres was munching on a clump of grass and looked up when she walked out. The mare snuffled in her face and walked forward until her side was presented to her rider.

Grinning, Fable untied the reins and got onto her mare. She figured that it was about time to head back to the castle. Ceres seemed to agree wholeheartedly, as her pace was much quicker than normal.

Emile, the butler, was there to greet her at the gate. “Milady, your father requests that you wash up for supper,” he said taking her reins from her. He helped her down and patted her on the shoulder. “Did you have a nice ride Milady?”

Fable smiled at Emile whom she had known since she was too young to remember anything at all. “It was a nice ride indeed. I helped heal a young child’s illness.”

“That was very gracious of you Milady,” Emile said smiling as well. He began walking and Fable walked alongside of him. “Milady, perhaps it is best if you hurry on to the castle. Your father does not like to wait.”

Fable sighed before nodding. “I know. Well, I’ll be off then,” she said before going toward the castle. A side glance told her that Emile had headed toward the stable.

Inside, her maid Nila took one glance of her and a frown came onto her face. “Milady, what are you wearing?”

“Pants Nila, they’re called pants,” Fable said a bored look on her face.

“Men’s clothing? What are you doing wearing those?! Come. You shall get dressed in clothing more appropriate to your femininity,” Nila said turning around abruptly and headed for Fable’s room.


It was moments like these when she really missed her mother. She didn’t ever try to force Fable to wear something that she didn’t want to wear.

“Hold still Milady! It is not quite finished!” Nila said as she was zipping up the back.

“This thing is so horrid though Nila. It’s heavy and I can barely move in it,” Fable complained.

“Thing? What you are wearing Milady, is a high quality garment known as a dress. You should be wearing this from morning, day, to night!” Nila scolded.

Fable groaned and resisted the urge to rip the “high quality garment” off of her. She waited until Nila finished before she hiked up the skirt of the dress and walked off.

“Wait Milady! You still need to have your hair done!” Nila cried.

“It’s only supper Nila. I don’t need high extravagances done,” Fable said and opened the door. She didn’t bother looking back as she went out into the hallway.

Her father was sitting at the head of the table and raised an eyebrow when he saw her come in. “Fable my dear, you look lovely,” he said smiling.

“I feel awful,” she replied.

“I know, but thank you for complying with wearing it,” he said. Then he got up and pulled out a seat near by. “Here, sit.”

Fable complied and watched him sit down as well. Servants then came in and placed the food down on the table. She was considering what to put in her plate when her father made the decision for her.

“Eat your greens dear, they’re healthy for you,” he said chuckling at her expression which was of disgust.

“They’re disgusting,” Fable said poking the green vegetable with her fork.

“But, they’re healthy,” he said grinning. “Eat up, or you’ll have to wear that dress for the rest of the day.”

The look of horror that graced her face outrivaled her disgusted look and she quickly started eating the vegetables. “I’ll just have you know that this tastes horrible,” she said after finishing a bite.

“There’s water if you want to wash the taste out of your mouth,” her father said pointing to the cup next to her plate.

Fable reached for the cup and drank it gracefully as she had been taught.

Her father watched her with caring eyes. “You look like your mother.”

Fable considered that thought and grinned. “That’s good to know,” she said and took another bite. She finished it and then said, “Now, about me learning how to fight using a sword—”

“No,” he said his expression turned stern.

“But why not?” Fable asked her grey eyes growing darker as her frustration came out.

“We’ve discussed this before, and the answer is still no,” he said and gave her a look that the conversation was over.

Her eyes were near obsidian as she harshly glared at him. “I’m excused,” she said and pushed away from the table. She ignored what her father said and walked out of the room.

The golden dress felt suffocating at that moment, so she tore it off without a care as she heard the fabric rip. She hated the thing anyway, better it ruined than in piece for her to be forced into wearing it.

Once it was off, Fable didn’t even bother with putting anything over her under clothes. She merely collapsed on her bed and went under the covers.

Her last thought before she went to sleep was of wishing that there was someone out there who could teach her how to fight with a sword. Oh, and that her father wouldn’t prevent her from learning.

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Second Chapter.

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Chapter Two
Fable woke slowly at dawn as always. She would have gone back to sleep, but there was something different about her room than the other mornings before.

Blinking blearily, she swung her feet out of bed and walked over to the curtains of her window. Sun, she thought, that’s what’s missing. She pulled open the curtains and expected to see the bright rays of the sun, but instead saw dark foreboding clouds.

Shivers ran up and down her spine and she rubbed her arm trying to bring warmth to her suddenly cold body. There was something ominous about those clouds, and Fable had a bad feeling that it was dangerous by the vibes she was getting.


The clip-clop of a horse’s hooves echoed in the town as a stranger rode into the village. His long red hair was tied back by leather string and hidden by a black hat. His green eyes were sharply looking about as if he was expecting for someone to leap out and attack him.

He had a handsome way about him, but that wasn’t what Fable was interested in the newcomer for. She was interested in the sword at his waist. If he had a sword, then that meant he knew how to use it. He was also new, so that meant he wouldn’t know that her father didn’t want her to learn swordsmanship.

Fable had to go through this subtly or else he’d refuse outright. She went through a plan in her head, took a deep breath, and walked out to greet him. “Hello and welcome to Regalis Court,” Fable said giving a slight bow that could barely be seen. “Here for business or are you traveling?”

He looked at her and raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t know Regalis Court had a welcoming crew… of one.”

“It doesn’t, there just hasn’t been that many people coming in to warrant a welcoming crew,” she said folding her arms across her chest.

He nodded and moved to get past her. She backed up a step and blocked him.

“Before you continue, I have to know what your intent is,” Fable said.

“Why?” he asked raising an eyebrow the color of his hair.

“With a sword like that, wouldn’t anyone wonder what you intend on doing?” she asked replying to his question with her own.

“I use this sword to protect myself,” he said simply. The expression on his face could only be deemed as bored.

“From who? Townspeople who wouldn’t chance hurting you?” she asked.

“From the dangers out there,” he said pointing to outside the gates of the town. He looked back and sighed. “Look, I have to go alright? So, say what you really want to say and stop beating around the bush.”

Fable stared at him confused. “How? Was I that obvious?”

“Yes,” he answered.

She frowned and a small pout appeared on her lips before she said, “Teach me how to fight with a sword.”

“No,” he said the answer coming to his lips without hesitation. Not even waiting or listening to her protests, he maneuvered his horse until they had walked firmly away from her. “I don’t teach spoiled princesses of another country,” he called back to her.

“Spoiled?” Fable hissed and watched him leave with mildly dark grey eyes. It wasn’t until that he had disappeared from her sight did she realize that she never got his name.
She was about to go after him when Emile came up on his russet gelding.

“Milady, your father requires your presence at the castle,” he said.

Fable nodded and began walking back. She wondered what her father wanted. Did it have anything to do with the dark clouds that were up in the sky at that very moment?


She turned out to be right. It was about the dark clouds, but she didn’t like the directions she was given.

“How can you make me stay inside the castle when I was out there just now?” Fable cried throwing her hands up in front of her father.

“I have been informed, and I know that those clouds foretell an evil to come, and I just want you to be safe,” he said placing a hand on her shoulder.

She pulled her shoulder away and angrily glared at him. “I do not want to be caged up like some rat whenever there’s danger!”

He sighed and said, “Not like a rat. No, not like a rat at all. You are my daughter, and you are precious to me. I merely do not want you to be hurt.”

Fable was about to retort the unfairness of it all when a thought occurred to her. Inwardly, she smiled slyly at it, and sighed on the outside. “Fine, I’ll stay in, but I’ll hate it.”

He seemed to relax visibly and Fable felt a shred of guilt. She shoved it aside though. “Good, I’ll be in here if you need me.”

She nodded and walked out of the room. She went into her room and sat down on a chair as she considered what she should do right then. Perhaps she should find that swordsman, and she could challenge him if he refused to teach her.

She could not see any way of her winning against an experienced swordsman without using her magic, but she felt it was the only way to get him to comply with her.

To challenge him though, would mean she’d have to have a sword. Luckily, she had one that she had received long ago.

Fable reached under her bed and pulled out a hidden panel. Inside it was a sword of considerable length and width. Its hilt was a solid black with engravings of a crescent moon and many stars.

She took it out and placed the strap on her waist. The sword in its scabbard seemed to feel right on her hip. Did that mean that she was right in wanting to learn it?

Right or not, Fable was determined to learn, even if it meant defying her father’s orders.

She then walked over to her window and shook her head at the height. There was no way she’d be able to safely get down unless she used magic, but to take her down would take too much energy. There was another way that she could go that would also involve her using less energy as well.

Here, I am not seen.
Seen I am not.

It was a simple spell, and served her purposes well. She walked out into the hallway and grinned when a servant walked by without acknowledging her. Her spell of invisibility always worked, but if she made contact with anyone, she became visible again.

Fable quickly ran through the castle’s hallway making sure that her footsteps were light. She was invisible, not a ghost after all!

After swinging herself through an open window, she found herself in front of the closed castle gate.

The gates were never closed. That must mean that her father was really worried about the omen. She hesitated at first remembering the words that her father had said to her. She then shook her head and concentrated on finding a way over the gate.

Fable saw her chance when the gate was opened to allow a merchant in. She quickly went through and hid behind a tree when in her rush, her wrist brushed against the merchant’s horse.

Panting from the exhilaration of nearly being caught, she rested her head on the bark of the tree. She made it out; now, she had to go find that swordsman.


It took some time, but Fable finally found him. He was sitting on a bench sharpening his sword. He glanced at her before going back to his task.
“What? No hello?” she asked as she stood in front of him.

He looked up languidly and set down his sword. “I didn’t realize that the one girl welcoming crew also does check ups,” he said. He didn’t wait for her retort and instead said, “If you’re going to be asking me to teach you, don’t bother asking. The answer is still no.”

“No?” Fable snarled. She then acted without thinking by drawing her sword. The sound of steel striking against steel reached her ears and she had to hold the hilt with both hands. She looked at him to see that he had somehow picked up his sword and blocked her attack, of which she was starting to think was a stupid move to make.

It seemed even more stupid when he looped his sword around hers and took it out of her hold. It fell to the ground harmlessly a few feet away.

He then pointed his sword tip at her throat and she froze. “Attacking an experienced swordsman when you yourself have no experience at all,” he said his voice low.
Fable cringed slightly expecting the worst, only to gasp when she heard what he said next.

“Impressive. You’re not so spoiled after all,” he said smirking. He lowered his sword and placed it back into its sheathe. “Alright then, I’ll teach you.”

She let out a breath of relief at having the sword away and grinned. “Thank you. I’m Fable Tyre,” she put out her hand and the hand that gripped hers was strong and callous.

“Kale Drake,” he said. He released the grip he had on her hand and went over to her sword. He picked it up and handed it, hilt first, to her. “It’s a nice sword, fine workmanship. Did you use your power as a princess to get someone to make it for you?”

Fable took her sword and was about to sheathe it when he asked her a question that sounded like an insult. She ignored it though and answered instead. “No, I didn’t. This belonged to my mother. She gave it to me before she passed away.”

Kale’s eyes widened and he looked down. “I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have assumed something like that. It was a grievance error on my part.”

Fable shook her head and just smiled at him. “It’s alright. You’re forgiven. My mother has not been alive for some time, so I was not hurt by what you said.” Suddenly, she heard a whistling noise coming from her right. She didn’t know what it was until Kale had pulled her away and she noticed a dagger where she had previously been standing.

Kale drew his sword and pointed it at the tree in front of them. “Step out now, or I will have to kill you from where you stand.”

A figure in a black cloak came out and cackled. “Kill me? I’d like to see you try!”

“Okay,” he said simply before he ran toward him.

To Fable, it had seemed like Kale had simply disappeared to only reappear next to the cloaked figure. She knew that it was speed that had gotten him there though.

Before the cloaked figure knew it, Kale sliced his head off. Or, he would have, if not for the fact that as soon as he had sliced through the neck part, the figure had turned to dust.

Fable walked up and kneeled down to examine the dust on the ground. “It’s ash,” she murmured. Her eyes widened as she realized what they had just encountered. “Kale, he was made from ash and dark magic.”

“I know,” he said frowning.

They both looked toward the town when several screams were heard.

Fable looked at the town then the castle worriedly. “I have to see my father.”

Kale nodded. “Go then. I’ll make sure the townspeople are protected.”

She smiled grimly and ran towards the castle mumbling a spell of quickness as she went.


It was a scene of chaos that she found when she arrived at the gate of the castle. She couldn’t worry about the people now though. She had to check on her father first.
Fable hadn’t sheathed her sword before, and was glad that she hadn’t. For there were many of the cloaked figures in the hallway.

She muttered a spell of purity on her sword and as she ran, thrust it through any in her way. As the cloaked figure were made of dark magic, they easily crumpled against the spell of purity that she had placed on her sword.

She finally made it to the throne room, and gasped at seeing the sight of her father lashed to his chair by magical binds. She was about to run over to help him when a dark figure stepped out from behind him.

Fear. Unbelievable fear. What was it about him that made her so afraid?

Biting her lip, she gathered what courage was left and shouted, “Get away from my father!”

The dark figures steps were slow as he walked around her father and peered at her through red eyes. “You are his daughter? Then, that makes you the princess. Correct?”

Anger overtook her fear and Fable snarled something intelligible. She then used her anger to throw a ball of pure raw magic at him.

He raised a white eyebrow and raised a hand to brush away the ball as if it was a feather blowing towards him.

Her stomach seemed to drop as she saw the affect her attack had on him. “You’re a warlock,” she gasped.

“Indeed, and you are a witch,” he said.

“Sorceress,” she corrected with a growl.

“Pity,” he said rubbing a staff that she hadn’t seen on him at first. “I hate your kind.” He then threw a dagger of dark magic at her and fear overcame her once more.

“No!”

Emile jumped in front of her and Fable heard the impact of the dagger into his chest. He fell to his knees and collapsed backwards into her.

Fable screamed and held the back of his head. “Emile! Why?”

Blood welled up in his mouth and he said one thing to her before the dark magic had seized his heart and ended his life. “It has been an honor serving your father and yourself Milady.”

“Emile!” Fable cried as she saw the deathly blank stare in his eyes of a life that left.

The warlock chuckled and a sadistic glimmer filled his eyes. “What pain! Maybe I should kill your father and see what sort of pain that would bring?”

“Don’t you dare!” she hissed looking up. She placed Emile on the floor and stood up on shaky legs. She glared at the warlock even as streaks of tears ran down her face.

“Or, maybe I should kill you and have your father watch. Wouldn’t that just be the greatest pain daddy dearest?” he asked looking at Fable’s father.

“You touch a hair on her head and I shall make you pay, whether it be here or the afterlife!” her father cursed.

The warlock tilted his head to the side amused. “You two are so similar. It’s very amusing. Hm, I’ll make you a deal. If you, the princess, are able to escape from here and keep running, I won’t kill your father. If you do get captured though, know that your inability to escape will be the reason for your father’s death.” He looked at her and raised both eyebrows. “What are you waiting for? Go and run, or I’ll kill him now.”

Fable locked eyes with her father before she ran out of the room.

No doubt summoned by the warlock, the cloaked figures appeared and she gasped at the number. She wouldn’t be able to get through them at her skill level.

She tried to anyway.

Fable renewed the purity spell on her sword and ran into the thick of the cloaked figures. She was able to slice through a good half of them before one grabbed her hair and another grabbed her arms.

She couldn’t get captured there! She just couldn’t! Her father’s life was at stake!

“Let go!” she shrieked trying to move her sword arm as to get rid of the ones that were holding her down.

“Fable! Don’t move!”

A red blur then moved through the black cloaked figures and appeared next to Fable. The ones that had been holding her were mere folds of black cloth on the ground.

“Are you alright?” Kale asked eyeing the red color on the front of her shirt.

“Huh? Oh, I’m fine,” she answered. She looked at the blood on her shirt and thought of Emile, her most fervent friend and uncle-like figure. “It’s not my blood.”

Kale looked at her understandingly and motioned to the hallway leading to the gate. “We should go before more of those cloaked figures come.”

Fable nodded and ran after him.

They encountered a few more of the cloaked figures, but Kale quickly took them down. Fable took care of any that came from the back of them.

Fable stopped when she saw that the gate was void of any cloaked figures. “How come—”

Kale didn’t stop going and called back, “Keep going! You’ll see!”

Confused, she ran after him and a huge smile broke out onto her face as Ceres came pounding through the gate towards her. “Ceres!” Fable shouted and threw herself onto the mare as it seemed that she did not want to stop.

Fable gripped the mare’s mane to steady herself and looked back. The cloaked figures seemed to cringe at the sight of her horse and backed away.

“Interesting isn’t it?” Kale asked on his own horse beside her.

“How though? What is it about Ceres that they’re so afraid of?” she asked confused.

“I think it has something to do with the pure energy coming from her. The food she eats, what is it made from?” he asked.

“All of the food that are fed to her and the other horses are grown in the field. That field was also magically enhanced by my mother,” she answered.

“Then pure magic must have gone into the food causing all who ate it to have elements of purity in them. Your mare must have it more because of her rider being a sorceress herself,” he mused.

“That’s interesting,” Fable murmured. She looked at the surrounding area and noticed that they had gone out of the town. “What’s going to happen to Regalis Court now?”

“It’s not just your home that’s going to be affected Fable. It’s the whole of Larania. This warlock, has captured your father, therefore, he now has the country of Larania in his hands.”

Fable froze and looked back. She could see the castle from where she was and saw the warlock through a window. Was Larania lost to him?