It will just be the story for now, but I will add more later.
Story
Ever since King Handell had been crowned, the nation of Pollorus prospered. Food was never short in supply, and even the lowliest peasant could live almost like the King himself. Neighbours grew jealous of their prosperity and seeked to take dominion of Pollorus, but the army's strength was unmatched on the battlefield.
After a decade under the wise and just King's rule, however, the nation of Pollorus went through a famine. It was as if the gods themselves had decided that the Pollori had done too well recently. King Handell himself walked through the countryside, heartbroken at seeing his people's suffering, and emptied the treasuries to feed them.
But there was one little girl who refused to take any alms. She was an orphan who lived by herself. She had long ago lost all hope and had embraced her fate to always be hungry and unloved. She was fiercely independent, and while other peasants of her village almost worshipped the King, she was repelled by him.
The King had no heir to take his throne after he died, and there was something in the little girl that tugged at his heartstrings. Despite whatever his advisors and even the Queen told him, he took the little girl under his wing and decided to raise her as his own. She was reluctant at first, but was overjoyed to find that she would get almost whatever she wanted.
Despite everyone else's opinions of her, she learned the ways of the warrior, and as a teenager became a master of the sword. Her incredible speed and agility earned her the nickname "Firebolt".
Prosperity returned to Pollorus, and the people became happy again. But all the while, the nation's enemies became increasingly angry. A plan was hatched that they would inflame the Pollori to revolution and overthrow the King. And while the people tried to decide what to do, their armies would split the fertile and prosperous nation and append their respective sections to their territories.
The day of revolution came soon after Firebolt's eighteenth birthday. The day was already an ominous one, with huge thunder clouds gathering on the horizon. A huge mob of peasants, merchants, smiths, and even defected soldiers stormed the royal palace and started enormous fires. King Handell sent Firebolt and the Queen away, and went to talk with the revolutionaries, hoping to garner a peace. But Firebolt was shocked as an arrow pierced the King's neck before he could even speak a word.
Firebolt and the Queen ran up the stairs of the watch tower as fast as they could. Arrows flew around them, though none could find their target for a long time. But the Queen slowed Firebolt down, and one of the arrows suddenly found their mark. The Queen, shot through the back of the skull, died almost painlessly.
Firebolt, filled with sorrow and grief at the loss of the only two people who had ever cared for her, began running faster and faster up the stairs. No arrow could strike her by some virtue of her incredible speed.
She soon reached the top of the tower. It was open to the sky, now black with thick storm clouds. Lightning danced through the clouds, and soon a pelting rain began coming down upon her. Black smoke from the bonfires beneath rose up into the sky. Tears began flowing freely down her face as she considered what was happening. Revolutionaries began surrounding her. Even as bowstrings were bent, she drew her sword and turned her face to the sky. Lifting her arms, she gave an agonising cry that deafened the revolutionaries, and even as they watched, an enormous lightning strike smote down upon her, and she began glowing with blinding light.
Karthos had been appointed general of the invasion army. He was elated to see the grand castle of the Pollori severely destroyed, realising that their coup d'etat seemed to be more or less successful. Fires still raged despite the rain. He could hear the footsteps of tens of thousands of his men as they began their walk towards victory.
But victory it seemed, was to be taken from him that day. He saw a speck of light moving towards him at blinding speed, and it seemed that bolts of lightning shot from it as it passed over his men. He was dumbstruck as the ball of light came before him, and a thing of woman-shape but greater emerged. He was quick to recognise the princess of Pollorus, but now her once black hair was silvery white, and her once blue eyes sparkled as white diamonds.
He watched dumbfounded as she drew her sword and held it high in the sky so all could see. The polished steel of the blade glowed silvery-white and sparks danced along its edges. Karthos watched as it was driven into his heart.
