A teddy bear the color of dark copper with one eye walks through the forest. Tears fall down the bear’s fur while it reaches down shoving the stuffing cotton back into its thigh. The trees are tall and thick holding on to their bright green leaves tightly. Flowers cover the forest floor sharing their bright colors with onlookers. A bee lands on Teddy’s head round and fluffy ear. Teddy smiles, but the bee abandons Teddy.
The wind nearly knocks the plush bear over; Teddy tumbles landing on it’s butt. A girl sits at the base of a tree with her arms wrapped around her legs rocking and crying. Grey mist rises from the ground covering her. A growl is carried by the wind that pushes the grey smoke away. Blue eyes with black pupil’s glare at Teddy belonging to a large beast with a wolf’s body. The beast juts out of the trees bounding towards Teddy with coily fur bouncing. Teddy ducks underneath the flowers hiding itself from the large snout filled with large sharp teeth. The beast glides over the bear dashing out of sight. A howl of pain rings from the direction of the beast, so Teddy quickly moves in the opposite direction
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Something swinging through the air draws Teddy’s attention. He follows the sound pushing through the bed of flowers and making it’s way around the trees. A girl stands between the small opening between the forest and the crop field. She swings a sword around in front of a tree while constantly spinning her body around glaring.
“Beasts will not roam my kingdom anymore! My name is Emilia the Strong, Warlord of the World!” Emilia strikes the air with her sword as she jumps around. She grunts and screams pretending the tree is a beast. Teddy steps out of the trees watching, but Emilia the Strong stops pointing her sword at Teddy.
“You will not harm my people.” Emilia declares. She slices the air around Teddy. Clearly enjoying herself, Emilia pretends Teddy knocks the sword out of her hand. She lifts Teddy as she carefully falls to the ground holding the bear over her as if it were attacking her.
“No!” Emilia screams; she gently uses her foot to push Teddy away then lifts her sword, “You will not harm anyone else.”
“What did that bear do to you?” A man’s voice calls and chuckles. Emilia turns to find a man standing hidden in the trees with his arm resting on the tree. Emilia backs away until the man steps out of the trees. His hair cutely resembles a sponge with pointy tips. Emilia falls to her knees with her head pointed towards the ground.
“Your majesty,” Emilia addresses the crown prince.
“There’s no need for formality.” The prince reaches down offering a hand to help Emilia to her feet, “Call me Victor.”
“Victor,” Emilia says dazed. He’s certainly not as attractive as the former crown prince, but he is attractive. The former prince had long dreads like all warriors, but his face was clean shaven. Victor has a small mustache and goatee. When the former crown prince was near Emilia, her knees shook as she knelt to him. Emilia is completely comfortable staring at Victor.
“What is your name?”
“Emilia.”
“Miss Emilia, may I?” He holds out his hand bowing to her waiting for the wooden sword that she hands him. He swings the sword around creating wind sounds with his mouth. He tosses the sword to the ground then pulls out both of his swords on his hip handing Emilia one.
“Wh-What?” Emilia hesitantly takes the sword, but drops it as soon as he releases it to her. Victor points the tip of his sword at Emilia whose mind says run, but her feet refuse to move.
“Lift your sword.” He instructs. Using all her strength, Emilia lifts her sword, and Victor gently swings his sword softly tapping hers. He uses his own sword to lift Emilia’s in the air.
“I don’t think this is safe.” Emilia whispers.
“You can say no.”
“To the crown prince?”
“No, to someone you hate.”
“A lover boy?” Emilia swings her sword viciously constantly attacking the prince who moves away every time stifling a laugh as if her blows aren’t heavy at all.
“A lover boy?”
“All princes are lover boys. You use women. You bed them all whether they want to or not. Whether they’re married or not. Whether you’re married or not.” Emilia’s swings become stronger forcing Victor defend himself with his own machete sword; surprising him as well.
“I’ve done no such thing,” Victor says as he head butts her. Emilia falls on her bottom, “And don’t strike in anger. We make simple mistakes when angry. For instance, you are completely on attack instead of defense.” Victor drops his sword and knocks hers out of her hand as he helps her to her feet. He shows her the proper fighting stance.