Cici Tsumis

Isle of Elah is a world with many stories. This the tragic story of Bianca Regin, known to the island as the Cold Queen. This is her life story that her daughters will never know of.

Chapter 6

“Girls line up!” our trainer barked out.

We stopped our training and let our weapons drop. We rushed to line up. It was afternoon. We still had another hour of training left. This was bizarre.

“Girls! Your training has done you well. I can confidently say that you are ready for battle.”

“Battle?” one of the girls questioned.

“Yes…there will be a battle we must join. The Empress has ordered us to defend our kingdom against the vile Rogues!”

My eyes widened. The Rogues?!

We spent two weeks preparing for battle and a week travelling. We were to defend an area where the Rogues were bound to be. Once they appeared on a hill, we rushed forward in an outcry.

The Rogues were a band of ruffians. They were mostly men. Dark haired and pale as the moon. Just like Nathan described. They were numerous and dangerous yet arrogant. Their arrogance is their downfall.

The official war with them was over within months.

There were many battles that took place in different locations.

The battle that I partook in ended with one survivor…me.

It was over as quickly as it started. You would strike one and one would come back to strike two of us. It kept going until I found myself still standing on top of the hill and everyone was down. All mangled and mixed together at the bottom of the hill. It was hard to distinguish between friend and foe.

Here on top, I stood among the midst of the bloody corpses of my sisters in arms, still gripping my sword.

These girls were ones I trained side by side for years.

And all I could think was…that I miss my dear friend…my sister, Katherine Ian.

I kept thinking on how she would comfort me right now…. how she would save as many lives as she can…. how she would watch my back as I would watch hers.

She would wipe the blood off my face. Brush my hair as she did once I gave her permission to touch my hair when I was 13. She would comb it and then braid it in the mornings. She would hum in the nights, lulling me to sleep.

I hear nothing now. Just the hollowness of my soul.

“Go home, Bianca. Once the Empress finishes with the aftermath of the war, she will summon you and give you your reward.”

I nodded numbly and dragged my feet away from the Empress’s secretary. How I got there at the Empress’s palace, I had no clue.

Home? Where is my home? Is there even a home for me?