Thread: [[Yuuki x Zero]]

Summer... A familiar voice called out from the distance. Summer looked up from her book just in time to see her uncle Niall, the Summer King, approach from the large castle. I should have known it was you Uncle Niall. She rolled her eyes as she stood up, brushing the dirt off her lengthy skirt. You are the only one who dare calls me by that name. Ahh... but that is the name your mother gave you, my dear... Niall answered, smiling at his niece. Whatever prompted her mother to name her only daughter after the court both baffled and amused him. Mostly, it annoyed Summer. To her, it seemed utterly redundant to be called Summer when even from sight you could tell which court she belonged in. Her hair, long and coppery, fell in waves down her back with vines with pretty yellow and purple flowers weaved through them. Her wings were like rays of bright yellow sunshine shooting from her back. The only thing that seemed un-summer like on her was her pale white skin which she loved. It made her stand out among the other Summer girls with their tanned skin. I know that. But everyone calls me Sasha. Summer shrugged her shoulders. Sasha was a nickname she got when she was younger. Even as a child, she hated her name so she demanded that everybody called her Sasha. Everyone did except for Niall. What brings you out here, Uncle Niall? Well, Summer dear... you know the war has been raging on for years and it's only a matter of time before someone comes into the kingdom and try to cause trouble. I worry that the time is drawing nearer and I wouldn't want you to be in the castle when such a time arrives. Niall told her. I've arranged for all your belongings to be taken to the cottage your mother lived in before she became pregnant with you. Two of my best guards would guard you and two of my servants would also be there to take care of you. Oh... Summer frowned slightly. Would you be okay all alone? Of course... He chuckled softly and patted her head. Now, run along now... you must leave as soon as possible so you must get yourself ready for the trip. You called for me, My Queen? Rika entered the Queen's bedchambers, bowing as she stopped in front of the chair where the queen sat, drinking her tea which began to freeze as the Queen's lip touched the liquid. Yes, Rika. Beira set the tea down on the table. I need your help. Anything for you, my Queen. She replied promptly as was expected of her as the queen's favorite guardsmen or in this case guardswoman. My son is in need of your assistance. He is down a few men and has requested for more. We have plenty of guards here but you are the only one that I trust with my son's life. Rika knew that the Queen wasn't asking her. It was an order so she promptly nodded her head and exited the room. She walked down the halls, thinking to herself. The war has been going on for years. Many faeries have given their life trying to protect the Winter court and to defeat the other two courts. She had never taken an active role in this fight other than to fiercely protect the queen in case an attack on the palace has made. So far, the dark court seems to be winning. Many faeries from the Summer and Winter Courts have perished but only few of the Dark Faeries have. Rika often wondered if they would emerge victorious if the Summer and Winter courts helped each other but Niall and Beira never seemed eye to eye thus making it impossible for them to work together. Rika gazed at her reflection in the mirror. Her long silvery straight hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail. Her ice blue eyes stared back at her and she could recognize fear in them. She was strong but she wondered if it would be strong enough against the dark magic of the Dark faeries or the unbearable heat of the Summer faeries. Sighing to herself, she shook her head in despair. She could only hope that this war would not get her killed.