Flight to Bylon
The year is O.E791, The Eunarchy presides over a shaky hold on the New Continent. It was an era when calamities abound, cryptids roamed the lands, and many more still cursed this wretched state of existence. In those olden days, cocks turned into hens, mothers sold their daughters to the Eunarchs, the living knew naught to speak, and even the dead could not know peace from this evil.
At this turning of an era, a small rowboat makes its way through the fog covered dawn. Carrying on her three strange passengers.
The girl with the golden mane spoke first,
"This trip had better be worth it!"
"We dumped our warhorses and funding... for this little shithead?!"
The girl with the golden mane suddenly stands up, wielding an oar high up in each hand as if to strike the small-framed girl sitting in front of her.
The one who spoke first is Satella Starlight. Standing at seven feet tall, with eyes a harsh deadened teal, her tousled light-blonde hair is tinged with dried blood from battles recent and past. With a fury and superb physique to match a lioness, the target of her frustration recoils backwards as the boat is rocked by her sudden movement.
"Imsorryimsorryimsorry---"
The girl who recoiled backwards frantically raises both hands up with blue eyes half-closed, as if expecting to be hit, but the lioness in front of her stays her hand, not willing to back down.
This girl is Valerie Esperenza, in contrast to the unkempt warrior in front of her, her pale complexion and soft features betray a life spent mostly indoors. Hair tied neatly in a ponytail with a small white ribbon, her clothes a sky blue long-sleeved top with coattails, completed with an impractical long skirt of the well-off.
"Calm down, Satella. Our revenge comes first."
The third passenger speaks at the very last moment. History does not record the name of this third passenger. Despite her many contributions during the Princess Wars, Vespana history only knows her as "The Unknown Strategist" or by her later title. [1]
The Unnamed Strategist sits on the side of the rowboat, eyes closed in quiet contemplation. Even sitting down, she towers over the cowering Valerie. Her long brown hair falls to the side of the rowboat, wearing a black-laced dress more at home at a mourning. One hand in the water, she carves an arc in the clear waters, letting it fall from her fingers like fresh dripping tears.
"Prophecy or no prophecy, she's USELESS!"
Having vented her piece, the boat tilts again in Satella's direction before coming back down. Splashing waves drench the cowed girl, leaving her in shivers.
[1] Some believe that the Unnamed Strategist never existed in the first place, though this view is heavily disputed since the [Records of Sunset] clearly mark the existence of a third guest visiting Sunset Manor during the Flight to Bylon. Who or where this person came from is a subject of another debate altogether.
