Hello.

As some of you are aware I have somehow managed to combine two stories into one by accident, something I have only recently noticed. Well here is the first edited part. I'm working on the rest whenever I have time, and I think I'm almost done with chapter 1, but no promises. I'm afraid you'll just get it when you get it.

I apologise, not a single should have to wait as I am hopeless at this updating thing and keeping to a schedule, though I am getting just a little better. I hope anyway.

For now, enjoy the first of the edited chapters as I slowly remove the bits that are not meant to be there and flesh out some other parts. I hope it is slightly better already. And let me know if you spot any mistakes. I shall fix them as soon as I see your review.

Also, a big thank you to anyone who has or will read this, has reviewed, put it in their favourites or on alert. I am indebted to you for liking my writing and helping increase my low self-esteem with your kind actions.

-Shara

I'm different from everyone else, I'm not exactly considered to be normal.

No doubt you have heard of many planets, such as Earth, Solaria and Linphea. But I don't live on any of those, I live upon a sphere of ice and snow, a sphere of eternal winter also known as Icya. It is rather similar to the Omega Dimension, but without all the criminals gathered over the years and is just warm enough for those of us living there to survive. But back to the other planets, particularly Earth. I must ask; have you heard the myths the Greeks made concerning terrible beasts and immortal beings producing offspring known as demigods? Probably, they are rather well known I hear, yet I wonder if you have actually met any of them in person. I have, more times than I can count, and not always for the best reasons. Now you can learn exactly what they are like as the legends surrounding them can portray the immortals rather differently than reality.

My name is Sapphire Winters and I'm the Crowned Princess of Icya. My mother is Queen Lyn and my father is King Sorren, both of which rule over our land with love and kindness, always caring more for the welfare of the people then themselves. One day I shall be taking over, I only hope I can do as good a job as they are. I also have a younger sister, Layna. Many times the two of us have gone on adventures, slipping out from the palace to run through the nearby town or disrupt the training of our warriors preparing to eventually join the raging conflict. Layna and I never realised how important their training was until we were older, then we actually tried to join them sometimes. Those were the fun days.

I was eight when our parents took me out to go see the warriors who have been injured in the conflict. At first it was boring, as father carried me around many tents to greet those protecting our kingdom from the enemies. We visited the sick and helped put them at ease with kind words and soft touches, sometimes mother even healed them. We also visited the generals who were in charge of placing our troops upon the battlefield. That was when I was put down to entertain myself in a corner of the tent while those older talked strategy.

Instead of entertaining myself quietly, I sneaked out of the tent when no one was watching by crawling underneath the fabric. From there I followed a troop of our warriors walking out of the camp towards what I soon discovered to be the conflict. It was loud and messy, the noise filling me with excitement. I knew it was a real battle with real weapons, yet at the time I had forgotten thinking it to be another game, another adventure. I charged into the battle yelling my excitement at this new adventure. They hardly noticed me, too busy trying to save their lives and those of everyone left in their homes.

When the horrors finally registered in my brain and the excitement had died, I was lost in a sea of noise and death, the seas of war. I watched with wide eyes full of horror and fear as I finally noticed that people were falling around me and not getting back up from the ground. Some were our warriors; some were those they were fighting against, yet both fell and did not move. I began to cry when one from my own kingdom as slain in front of me from the fear and confusion now consuming my mind. In a daze I fell to my knees and began to shake the man, pleading for him to get up and leave. He did not respond. He was dead. Just like all the others I had seen fall to the ground. They were all dead. I sat there in shock, not moving from the side of the slain warrior as I numbly cried at the loss of life. I couldn't comprehend it, not then, and even now it is difficult.

Eventually someone recognised me, and began to make their way towards me. I noticed this and began to get up, stumbling towards the warrior on our side that was coming closed to me with each step. I vaguely recognised the beaten and worn out warrior as someone who had recently graduated from the training facility near the palace. It calmed me slightly to see a familiar face among all the unknowns. I even relaxed a little, never noticing that someone came up behind me. I saw fear on the face of the warrior and saw his lips move in a cry of what I now assume to be a warning. I never heard it; if I had I might have run away or turned around quickly and managed to dodge. But I didn't do any of that as relief was the only thing in my mind.

If only I was more aware of my surroundings, I might not have screamed out in terrible pain as the skin of my back was slashed open by a blade. I felt the warmth of my own blood as it ran down my body to the ground I now lay on. It didn't scare me that my blood beginning to pool around me that much, in fact I kind of found it comforting as it reminded me of my warm blanket I huddled under at night. But I'm guessing it is in actuality a rather bad thing as the warrior who was now by my side looked panicked. I vaguely noticed him wave furiously at the sky and one of the fairies fighting in the air fly down to us. I felt the warmth of what I think was a minor healing spell and arms lifting me off the ground. Finally there was a sense of the air blowing my dark hair off my face and nothing.

. . .

I awoke later with a dry throat and a throbbing in my back. I recalled the battle and the attack, the excitement and then fear coursing through my body. I remembered the deaths of many as they fell to the ground. A single tear fell from my watering eyes as it came to my mind and soft sobs shook my body as I tried to compress them into nothing, grateful Layna had stayed back in the palace under the care of the servants and did not need to see what I did. Needless to say that I became scared of such a battle, yet at the same time I yearned to help protect my people. But before that could come, I needed to train.

A touch on my shoulder made me open my blue eyes rimmed with red from the tears I had cried to see my father sitting beside the bed I was on with Layna on his lap. We were home, no longer at the camp where despair was all too common. I sniffed and listened quietly as my father spoke, telling me off for running away and giving both him and mother such a fright. He then went on to say that I had been asleep for a week as my body healed quickly with the aid of magic, yet I would always I have a white scar from where the sword had sliced me open. I nodded numbly and agreed when he said I would be required to do very little throughout the next few weeks until the muscle healed itself fully and that alone would be punishment enough. Part of me thought it was unfair, but the majority of me thought that this was too kind, that I deserved to be punished a lot more for escaping their watchful eyes.

I slowly sat up in bed which made Layna climb up and curl beside me. I wrapped my arms around her and rested my head atop hers softly as father began to speak again. This time it was not a lecture, it was the reason as to why there was a conflict in the first place. Apparently mother had gone to Earth and visited Olympus, the home of the Greek Gods to renew a treaty that would make our two lands allies. It was going perfectly according to father who contacted mother each day, but then one day he was simply told she could not come back to Icya, that there were complications. My father never believed this story he was told and insisted his wife be returned to him immediately. The King of the Gods, Zeus, denied him and then the conflict began. A war started as both sides fought, one to keep my mother hostage and the other to rescue her. Eventually mother escaped pregnant with me, but the conflict did not end there as then we were fighting to keep everyone safe and they fought to get mother back. Or at least, that is what is assumed.

That was years ago now, but it was definitely the starting point for both Layna and I as we decided that the two of us would help protect our kingdom of Icya any way we can. We sneaked out of the palace more frequently once I was healed to go visit the training facility of our warriors. No longer did we arrive there to disrupt their routine, we actually tried to join in with what they were doing, at least some of the easier stuff (archery and a bit of hand to hand combat) until we were older and stronger to participate in others such as using a sword. We still visited the town and ran around the streets with others around our age, but nowhere near as often as we once did.

It was also what led me to enrol in Alfea College for Fairies at the age of sixteen for the new school year. I had spent eight years training my body to be strong enough to wield weapons against the foes Icya faced, but I had hardly used the magic I was gifted with. But that would change as my acceptance letter had just arrived from the school. I was going to leave the conflict and Layna behind me for the majority of the next three years as I learned to control my magic and use it to protect those I love. All I had to do was pass my classes, or so I thought.

Just remember, I'm not exactly considered normal.