*SHACKLES MADE FROM BLOOD AND TEARS*

  - *CHAPTER 1 - 2 YEARS AGO*

  "Izek Castor; for murdering 6 of my nobles; I shall sentence you to death. Guards, take him to the prison. We will hang you within a span of two months," the king's mouth twitched into a vicious smile, "You can spend your last days in vicinity." The guards marched forward and bowed to the king. They advanced towards a man in his early 20s- with pitch black hair falling towards his forehead. He had bright red eyes and his hands were handcuffed and his ankles were restrained with heavy iron chains. His clothes were shabby and patched like a old withered leaf. The guards grabbed his arms, but his cold gaze sent a shiver even through their spines.The onlookers turned away in fear each time the murderer raised his gaze towards the crowd. It seemed as if he were searching for someone- those bright red eyes roaming its predatory stare in search of its prey- as if at the sight of it it will pounce over and devour their life in the most brutal way possible. As the murderer was dragged out of the royal court- he threw a last murderous glance at the people- enough to make an invisible earthquakes into their souls....

  *PRESENT*

  "Catch the princess! Bound her and throw her into the carriage!"

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  The call was loud enough for Princess Naomi to hear. Naomi Campbell was from the royal family of Arephellia- a kingdom of great mineral and natural resources. Naomi was running through the darkened woods which seemed as if they were smirking at her soul- her legs hurt due to the bruises received from the thorny obstacles on her fragile legs- She was panted heavily. "Catch that blonde haired woman! Shoot the arrows! NOW!" Naomi dodged the heavy fallen barks of lifeless trees. She couldnt stop here- they would catch her and take her to that cursed of a kingdom Cyrus. She wouldnt allow it- she couldnt bear to be the hostage to make her kingdom bow to anyone- no- she would gladly end her life before she could even get caught. Suddenly- she felt her atm stiffen- Was it because of her long hours of running non-stop that she was loosing herself at this crucial moment? But a sudden surge of pain clarified her doubts- her vision clouded- she shot a last glance at her arm struck by one of the arrows. Whoever the archer was must have been a skilled one. Her stance wavered and her exhausted legs gave way. "Mother.. Father..." her own voice seemed blury to her ears- no- she couldnt get caught yet- if she does her country will be in grave danger. "Natalie..." she whispered- thinking of her 5 year old sister. She found profound energy enough to pull the arrow out of her arm. She supressed the growing pain and fatigue and pierced it clean through her neck. She panted and groaned at the burning sensation building up her blood. She pulled out the arrow from her neck forcefully and her energy gave away.

  The last thing she heard was the faunt sounds of hurried and calculating footsteps haunting her.....