Chapter Prologue: The Sheverile Family's Pride
This is my first time writing a diary, and to be honest, it really feels weird. I don't know whether or not anyone will read my writing in the near future, yet I am still writing it as if I am certain that anyone will read it and am writing just like I am communicating with someone that may never exist. Well, I guess I should begin writing just like how others will write their diaries now.
15 June 205 based on Ivire Empire's Calendar. I was invited to the famous and the greatest empire in this whole Ivire Region, the Heria Empire, and of course, as usual, those dumbasses began to spout nonsenses behind my back, spreading useless rumors everywhere. "Apparently she has become a runaway from her clan after committing a serious treason. She was lucky that our king took pity on her since Sheverile family's head is a friend of his." Such illogical made-up stories had been made up before I even realized, yet everyone seemed to be brainless and quickly engraved such lies into their mind. What were they even thinking? I am not worried about the slightest about the famous King of Heria Empire since I know that no one in the empire would dare to challenge him nor plan a coup d'etat, considering his outstanding ability as a warrior and a ruler. Even if there is one, then that person would surely be either an idiot or doesn't know anything about him. Perhaps I just could not accept the fact that those assholes have been looking down on me and make up sweet stories where their king and the Sheverile family play a very important role while I am just another lucky ungrateful bastard born in Sheverile family. Sure, the Sheverile family has made a great contribution during the Lost Break alongside the Ivire Empire, but based on what are they concluding who's the hero and who's the antagonist of their story?
To tell you the truth, I was no longer one of the Sheverile, but it was me, not the family's head, who decided that to happen. It was because I am sick of each of them and their phoniness. A young girl full of potential; a talented prodigy who will certainly be the next heir then raise the Sheverile clan reputation once again. A single occurrence turned my situation greatly, at the same time changed their treatment towards me for almost 180 degrees, and as those praises slowly surfaced and were poured, more and more people turned their attention towards me. "Sheverile clan's pride", they say. Are you kidding me? A great, prideful clan who had contributed much to the infamous Lost Break? Oh, what these two eyes of mine could see is no more than a shameless clan that constantly rots over time. No matter how much good deeds each of you has done and how much nice treatments you now shower upon me, they wouldn't be able to hide your true characters. I would never forget about the past - the moments before all of these happened, and when all of you showed your real faces before me, nor when that single yet radical occurrence made me of today.
That memory sticks on my mind just like a strong glue and slowly becomes a spark of ambition that made my goal. Holding to that single spark, I started to train myself harshly in order to give that damned family a 'proper thanks' and have now become a figure that I am proud of - an amazing female warrior and a magician which is considered a threat to many empires. That is why my identity remained unknown to many, especially ordinary people. Could you imagine what would happen if normal and weak civilians knew there was someone with such a background could be a threat to them anytime? Someone with recognizable strength and talent and on top of that, is still a direct descendant who has the blood of the Sheverile family, which has a connection to the Heria Empire. Of course, the civilians, which is a foundation of an empire would go panic and make a ruckus, leaving the empire in a messy state, or so what few rulers think about me.
Nonetheless, that is also the major reason why Heria Empire sent out an invitation to me. A strength that could be used in wars. A talent that could greatly improve the empire's state and power, is how he sees me as. In addition, this person's identity is hidden by empires and is born in Sheverile family, hence no one in the entire region, who has authority, will dare to plan things like assassination - that's if, they still care about their life.
Well, don't all of those situations create a perfect and fitting opportunity to the king? To gain an ability to touch the so-called 'gem' anyone doesn't dare to and by using this ancient connection between Sheverile family and Heria Empire as a fake reason, he could easily call my name whenever he likes doing it.
Well, probably that's the end of this diary.
Just so you know, everything I told you, from the beginning 'til the very end, are all definite truths, so consider yourself lucky for being able to know what is beyond everyone's sweet-coated lies.
I smirked.
"Of the 7 billion people living in this world, I am the one who now holds this writing and reads it..." I paused, and as I folded the paper and placed it in a safe place, I looked up towards the sky and continued,
"...Isabelle Sheverile..."
"Well, it seems like it's going to rain soon. I better off go now," I turned my gaze away and prepared myself to continue walking through this full-of-danger forest.
*END OF PROLOGUE*