Cleonatra Gremis-

I was observing a man while we walked on a field, brimming with tall green grass. He had a strong build, wearing a green sweater and blue trousers with leather shoes. Glasses over his light-brown eyes and short, spikey-silver hair. Then, a soft voice had spoken, filled with excitement, "Dranon…guess what??"

Uncertain, Dranon scratched his cheek, "umm, I don't know. Can you just tell me?"

The woman scoffed crossing her slim arms, "I'm pregnant silly. We're gonna have twins!!"

Dranon's brown eyes had illuminated with happiness, "wha-wait, are you serious?? That's one hell of a surprise Alorerah!" Before I knew it, I was in the air and we…were kissing? I could hear light smacks as their lips intimately smothered each other.

Even though I had no idea who this man was, or what this dream even meant. For some bizarre reason, I felt happy, at peace, safe when I'm with Dranon. When we held hands, I believed even the gods above couldn't harm me.

However, everything went dark, then black flames had manifested encasing me. I looked down, staring at a pair of twins swaddled in brown blankets with light grey hair, held firmly in my arms. As for Dranon; covered in blood and dirt, his body harshly beaten to a point of no recovery.

The longer I had gazed at Dranon, he raised his crimson covered hand, and gently placed it against my cheek, showing a loving smile. He pulled me closer to his face, sharing one last kiss, before disintegrating into nothing by these wretched blazes.

At that time, I awakened from my odd dream, gazing at my shadowed red ceiling. I got off my king-sized bed, moving my stuffed animals and pink blanket off me. Then stood up, looking around my massive room. A compact, pink table near the right corner of my room, where me and my older sister sit to enjoy juice or tea. I looked over my left, viewing rare golden roses I grew in a white porcelain pot on the edge of my windowsill. Which are also known as Aurotes, a gift my father had presented me for my seventh birthday.

I rotated, staring at a mirror behind me that's placed beside my bed, it's a great size, near the height of a six-foot man.

I have big, cat-like crimson eyes and curly eyelashes. Although, my eyebrows are pretty short, however. My pink hair is wavy, flowing down to the lower section of my back, like a subtle stream flourished with gleaming pearls. Only having two strands fall over the side of my face, I possessed skin of golden-honey, and pink lips with a singular mole on the left under. As for the pajamas I wore; a dark purple night gown, draped to my small bare feet.

Peering over behind myself, a simple red door parallel from my mattress, which so happens to be the room my sister resides in. But with me being unable to sleep, I headed to the wide porch on the left. Opening the large glass doors to view my enormous kingdom, dazzling under me, I relaxed my small arms on the cold, carved marble railing, gazing at the bustling kingdom teeming with life.

Surprisingly, I witnessed a man proposing to a woman in front of an inn. There was many bystanders' roundabout watching this event unfold. Although I couldn't hear the lady, the actions she made spoke to me. Jumping onto the man and wrapping her legs around his torso, sharing multiple kisses on the lips.

While I watched the loving couple amid the many citizens felicitating them. I heard a door close from inside my room. I turned around, catching sight of my older sister walking out of the shadows, Devail, wearing an orange night gown.

Devail is eight, just a year older than me. Having long, straightened hair being the color of purple, like beautiful amethyst flowers draping to her waist. The bangs on her forehead hung beneath her thin eyebrows, possessing a single strand of hair that came down in between her crystalline, emerald-green eyes that twinkled like the star-filled sky. Her silky eyelashes are thick, and her smooth skin is a tone of fair peach.

Devail tilted her head out of curiosity, "did you have the dream again, Cleo?"

I sighed sitting my hand under my chin, "yes, unfortunately I did...it's honestly making me think there's more to it..."

Devail made a pondering expression as she walked to the railing, staring at the nation next to me, "that could be a possibility. Maybe it's some type of calling?"

Unclear about the meaning of these visions, I peered at the night sky, "possibly…I have been dreaming about this man since I was four. And now I'm seven, there has to be some reason for this."

Devail gave me a reassuring smile rubbing my head, "well, whatever it is, I'm sure in due time there'll be a better reason for this. Who knows...one day you might meet that mystery man you dream of."

While the tranquil winds blew through our hair, I closed my eyes, imagining who this individual could be...

*****

With a new day coming forth, these dreams kept my attention, unable to grasp an understanding of what they could mean. It's quite aggravating, honestly, it's like trying to solve an impossible puzzle. Like for example, if all the pieces were scattered across this infinite universe...

Presently, Devail and I are seated on wooden chairs placed at my pink tea table, enjoying apple juice. At that time, someone had knocked on my door. "You may enter," I answered, still relishing my drink.

A maid entered the room, wearing a full-length white gown, her brown hair tied in a bun with chestnut eyes. "My ladies, the pharaoh has called for you," She informed.

I nodded, setting my brown cup on the table, "I see, we'll be down there in a moment, thank you."

After she bowed and closed the door, me and Devail went to my mirror, to be certain that we were presentable.

I had my pink hair bundled in a large bun atop of my head, allowing two strands of hair to fall on the sides of my face. Verifying my clothing, I wore a linen red dress that fell onto my knees. A gold collar placed on the bottom of my neck and shoulders that went atop of my dress. Including two golden arm and wrist bands with sheer black capes attached to them. Plus, a wide black belt enveloped my small waist, along with coal-colored sandals.

Devail let her amethyst hair drape behind her back, basically clothed in the same attire as me. Her dress is ivory, wearing sheer turquoise capes and brown sandals.

After validating that we were appropriate, the two of us ambled through the spacious golden hallway. On the walls, portraits of pharaohs from older generations, man and woman alike. To the left of me, a plethora of windows that trailed down the lengthy hall. The ceiling above; golden chandeliers, which seemed to be boundless.

Making a left turn, we caught sight of our father and mother, sitting on their golden chairs in the throne room. Wide windows are placed on the left of me, allowing a great view of the wonderful capital in in the Giza region, Luxor City.

On the right, platinum statues of our sovereigns in a single file row, leading to the middle of the room where a giant red carpet is placed. A voluminous chandelier directly above it, which looked like a ginormous diamond, shimmering down on hardwood floor.

My father: Pharaoh Khufu Gremis, had his elbow on the arm of the golden chair, having his hand placed under his chin. A sharp chin with honey-colored skin, and cold crimson eyes, deemed he could gaze into your very soul. Father is a lean man; his muscles aren't the biggest, but very noticeable. He wore a long black tunic ending right above his calves. The apparel revealed his broad shoulders and slim arms, wearing a long golden arm band on his left, including two wrist bands made of the same material. Instead of regular crowns that most kings wore; a black and gold striped headdress, falling over his shoulders.

My mother, Nefertiti, has smooth golden-honey skin. Wearing a golden head piece with a cobra head connected to it on top of her wavy, shoulder-length hair, being the same color as mine. The bangs on her forehead are cut short, hanging above her short eyebrows. Dark chocolate eyes, silky eyelashes, and a singular mole under her pink lips on the left of her face.

Mother's a very ravishing woman, and her body is quite well-endowed. Wearing gold-dangling earrings, a golden collar which reached to the middle of her slender neck and covered her shoulders. A strapless black bra on her developed chest, golden belt that enveloped her slim waist, and a raven-colored skirt with four slits in between them, revealing her round thighs. Plus, aureate gauntlets on her wrists and golden heels with the straps on her ankles.

Mother stood smiling and walked to the middle where me and Devail were standing. Wrapping her arms around us, "my beautiful daughters - I missed you two so much while I had to take care of business."

As we embraced her, father approached us. He's a very serious person, always making sure the kingdom is in adequate condition.

"Cleo, after you turn eight - you'll be getting trained by a new master in about four months," dad stated, placing his arms behind his back.

"More like victims..." Mother scoffed setting her hands on her waist.

Father shook his head, "well this is the last man I know who'll be able to handle her. She scared all the others away...along with giving them somewhat of a ptsd."

"No matter, I'm sure this one will get crushed just like the others, more than likely," I responded with disappointment.

"Maybe you should actually try and take the time to learn from them, Cleo," Devail remarked, rolling her emerald eyes.

I pouted from her words, "it's not my fault that they get discouraged quickly." I replied crossing my arms.

"Trust me Cleo, this man is different from the rest. That, I can say with confidence."

"Ok father, but if he yields, you have to buy me another stuffed animal."

"Yeah... that's not going to happen, dear daughter of mine," Father denied patting my head.

As me and Devail took our leave from the throne room. "Um-Cleo, where exactly are we going?" My sister asked being wary of my plotting. I grasped her wrist, having mischief cover my smile, "we're going to the Giza dungeon so I can find a little experiment."

Devail simply rolled her eyes once more, already comprehending what was to come.

*****

There upon just as planned, we arrived closing in towards two, twenty-feet wide, metal dungeon doors that were underground. Which resided in the Giza region of Planet Gremis. This is where some of the most dangerous men of the kingdom were prisoned at. For a person to get here, you'd have to take a rift at the knights' quarters. However, it's the only way due to the entire dungeon being under the surface, all because of the Promethians who created these odd instruments.

Coming forth to the overwhelming gates, two guards sitting on metal chairs parallel from each other were in view. Wearing silver chest plates, leg armor and gauntlets, along with rectangular shields and sickles at their sides. Noticing us, they stood and bowed, "Princess's Devail and Cleonatra."

"You may raise your heads," I ordered. As they did so, "I would like to test my strength by going against one of the prisoners here."

"I-I see, is there a specific person you'd like to go against?" The guard asked in a confused manner.

I placed my index finger on the side of my chin, "hmmm...nothing too specific, just allow me battle the strongest person you have in there."

The guard looked at me in a baffled manner, rubbing his shoulder, "um-Milady, forgive me for my insolence, but don't you think that would be too dangerous? The strongest man in there has killed at least fifty to fifty-five people, if you include the five pregnant women."

"Oh, that's perfect! Ask the man and bring him out immediately. If he denies the challenge, don't bother him," I excitedly demanded.

The guard stumbled on his words, "m-my lady please rethink about this. That man may kill you in the pro- "Ask him…now." I interrupted; my red eyes glaring onto his, instilling fear into the man.

"Plus, I have my older sister if the man tries to murder me," I pointed at Devail - my sister simply waved with a small smile. The guard nodded, ceasing any further warnings, then the other opened the metal doors, which led into the pitch black, like a deep abyss.

A couple minutes later, a tall, brawny man with a long unruly black hair, and unkept beard filled with dirt, exited the shadows with thick metal shackles on his ankles and wrists. He has a well-defined physique, two parallel scars across his chest. Tanned skin and only wore baggy orange pants polluted in smut. "He said he'll gladly go against you Lady Cleonatra," The guard informed me.

I advanced to the man who seemed like a giant, "hello dear prisoner, I've allowed you to leave your cell - only to spar against me for a duel of swords. What exactly is your name…if I may ask?"

Clearing his throat, he replied, his voice gruff, "mm-mm…I have no name for the royal trash that stands in front of me. I'm simply here to teach you a grand lesson - little wench..." He then spat on the ground next to my foot.

The man is quite disrespectful, but nonetheless, he did murder fifty civilians, so I can't say I didn't expect that. With that being said, not taking his ill-mannered attitude, Devail revealed a small dagger hidden under her dress, preparing to dissect the man.

However, I waved my hand, informing her to stop. At that time, one of the guards swung the hilt of his sickle, striking the back of the prisoner's head. Forcing him down to the dirt covered ground.

"Such a disrespectful mouth, can't say I'm not really surprised, especially from a murderous prisoner…" I sighed, placing my fingers on my forehead. "Bring this man out to the training ground so we can battle. Thank you."

The two guards grabbed the man by his arms and walked to the glowing rift as me and Devail left first. Taking a step out into the small corridor filled with three other soldiers, they all bowed as me and my sister made our way out through the halls.

In a short period of time, I was standing in the middle of the wide training ground, encased with short turquoise grass. Devail occupied herself behind the wooden gates that surrounded the area. Soon, the guards along with the murderer, closed in on me, having him stand a few feet from myself.

"Alright then, this is how it'll go - it's simple. I'm sure even your small brain will understand. We'll battle until someone either loses grip of their sword or until one says they no longer want to fight. Understood?" I explained to the being.

The stupid man nodded, ergo, I smiled putting a thumbs up, "good prisoner, now what sword would you like to use?"

"Gladius sword."

Taking in his answer, I used my kinetics creating three swords, appearing from thin air. I made two short blades for me and sent him the gladius sword, placing it into the ground. The kinetics I wielded allowed me to create any type of weapon I desired for.

The man glanced at the weapon, furthermore...his face had changed drastically. From emotionless to producing a wide devilish smile. 'This disgusting human,' I thought to myself, sicken by this wicked person.

The guards walked to the outer section of the area, near the gates. Then, I pointed my sword at him, "are you ready to be humiliated?"

One of the guards lifted his hand emitting his vital, then the shackles unlocked, which released the prisoners vital. As the manacles fell, the man grabbed the sword. I could feel his bloodthirsty aura as he lifted his head, glaring into my eyes. "I'm going to enjoy stuffing cotton into your body," The man laughed viciously, revealing all his tainted yellow teeth.

I simply kept silent, ignoring the fiend. Judging by his aura, he seems to be in the calcite phase, while I'm in gypsum. But the thing is, I'm in the peak of my phase, and this man just barely entered his. 'I hope this match won't be boring...' I sighed in my thoughts.

Additionally, multiple trainees and soldiers had arrived. making a crowd while bowing and greeting Devail. 'I'm guessing word had gotten out,' I concluded in my head, staring at all the men and woman.

When I nodded, one of the guards who accompanied me and my sister yelled, "begin!"

The man dashed towards me still grinning horrendously, then swung his sword towards my stomach. I parried the worthless attack with my weapon, all while shooting my foot right onto his chin. He faltered back laughing, "you're a dangerous little girl."

I placed the flat of the sword on my shoulder, "I hope you're not scared, lowly trash."

The man leapt into the air, screaming as he slashed his sword down onto me. I slightly span around dodging the attack, moving to his right. As he tried kicking me, I hopped into the air rotating my body, swinging my sword towards his neck. He then bobbed his head, barely avoiding my weapon as he moved backwards.

As he backed off gaining distance, I could see the frustration on his ugly face, covered in sweat. The prisoner hesitated to advance, moderately moving his foot forward. He gritted his teeth from agitation and desperation to damage me. Finally making a move, he dove back in, pointing his weapon in between my legs.

The man furiously yelled slashing upwards, and I swiftly casted myself into the air as he caused the very ground to be deeply gashed from the attack. As I studied him, I found an opening, then spun my body into a round house kick on his head, sending him a few feet from myself.

The guards all shouted and cheered, "yeah!!!"

"You go princess!!"

"Kick his ass!!"

The man stood in fury and covered the distance in mere seconds, exerting multiple swings and thrusting attacks from all directions. Without a problem, I continued to evade him, eluding and parring the incoming attacks. But honestly, I really expected more from him. Still, he only murdered civilians who probably didn't have much experience in battle.

"I'm getting bored moron - try something new," I sighed, rolling my eyes from disappointment as I continued to counteract his measly attempts.

As he pursued trying to strike me, "shut up, you royal BITCH!" He shouted.

Now…I could feel my anger growing quickly like a raging storm. With his last attack being horizontal, I ducked under and hacked the sword right out of his hands. While he was dumbfounded, trying to process what happened, I leapt into the air at his height, spinning like a top. Then dug my foot right into his rough muscular neck, sending him into the grass, all while creating a rough trail in the ground as he brutally rolled.

A female guard had spoken, being astounded by what transpired, "holy…she's even better from what I heard."

Just when I turned around, preparing to inform the guards to get this revolting man out of my sights. Their faces turned pale, and Devail grabbed her dagger as the soldiers all yelled in terror. I rotated expeditiously, viewing the man right in front of me, along with his grotesque hand aimed at my neck.

In that moment, without any of the guards or soldiers capable of perceiving my movement. I swung my sword faster than the blink of an eye through the bloke's wrist. Perfectly slicing it off, his hand became airborne, landing alongside my foot. The man howled in pain holding his bloodied nub, but I was filled with a menacing amount of fury, and my aura began seeping out of my body. Dark shadows slowly emerged from me, like black snakes slithering out of a hole.

While the animal of a man stared at me in complete terror shivering, I spoke, my voice tinged with malice, "you are nothing but garbage, how dare you. A lowly human such as yourself dares to harm me after the battle was over. Did you not pay attention to the set rules?" I snapped, clinching my swords to the point I could feel my knuckles throb.

I glared right into the very soul of this piece of scum, visualizing myself dicing him into pieces...slowly, so he could feel every ounce of pain. I wanted to illustrate him how those poor victims felt being murdered.

Thinking of a decision to come forth with, I noticed my father, standing behind the appalled soldiers in the shadows. A serious glare in his blood-red eyes.

I already knew that he wanted me to end this waste quickly, even though a word wasn't spoken. "Pl-please princess, let this man live. I promise… I wo-won't ever do such a thing again," The trash pleaded for his life, prostrating himself.

This hypocrite, was utterly humiliating, asking for his life to be spared. "Do you even hear yourself? What about the people who did the same such as you? Besides, you were to be executed anyway, you just made your end come quicker..." I stared at the man below me, his head against the blood covered grass.

When he lifted his head, trying to rebuke, I wasted no more worthless time over this foul human. In an instant, my weapon became a blur flowing through his neck, his head flying in the air as I turned around.

All his nauseating blood spurted in the air as I made my way to the guards. Then all the sudden, a pool of dark shadows appeared on the ground behind me, looking like an endless void. A gold and black headdress made an appearance, steadily elevating to be my father, keeping the same stance with his arms behind his back.

All the soldiers became frightened and hastily bowed, "let this be known to the trainees of this nation. You are the protectors of this kingdom, of the people…from animals like this lifeless man on the ground. Beings like this man should not be allowed to live. Understood?!" Father critically ordered, eyeballing the crowd.

All the soldiers and trainees all shouted with respect, "yes, Pharaoh Khufu!!"

"Get rid of this man's body and cremate it so it doesn't soil our planet," Father demanded.

The two guards lowered their heads, "right away Pharaoh Khufu."

Making way back to the gate where Devail was waiting. "You shouldn't worry me like that Cleo, I couldn't imagine what that man would've done to you," she said while hugging me.

"It's fine Devail, nothing bad happened in the end, well not for me of course."

"We should probably go to father, I'm sure you noticed him, he looked furious..." Devail stated, surveying the training grounds searching for him.

I nodded with a rather fretful feeling building up in my stomach, only imagining what was to happen.

*****

While Devail and I were walking through the hallway of the golden palace. Father appeared, standing down the hall, irritated. His crimson eyes glaring at me and Devail. I could feel my anxiety clumping together like a rough ball in my chest as he stared at us...it was honestly suffocating.

"Cleonatra, what exactly were you thinking?" Father questioned me with a frigid tone in his voice.

"Um-uhh...you see father, I…just wanted to test my strength, so I figured I'd go against a prisoner who was already to be executed," I explained, stuttering as cold sweat began to materialize on my forehead.

The frightening man leisurely made his way to us, whilst keeping his arms positioned behind himself, "I don't care about that, I'm talking about your battle. You got extremely overconfident and underestimated your opponent. Let me remind you that he was to be executed for a reason Cleo…murder. If Devail and the others hadn't yelled, or if it was just the two of you by yourselves, you would've died. That man does not care about who you are, he would've killed you without a second thought. Let this be a life lesson for the both of you girls. If someone is trying to end your life and you disable them, take their life before they take your own…"

"I-I'm sorry father, it won't happen again!" I exclaimed as Devail and I bowed, acknowledging his advice.

He took a knee and wrapped his arms around the two of us, "ignorance can be a dangerous foe. Do not, let that become an enemy to get the two of you killed."

Father stood and walked away as shadows encased his body, then disappeared, not leaving a single trace of himself. "Whew, I thought I was going to get spankings again," I sighed in relief, wiping sweat off my forehead.

Subsequently, a writing of darkness appeared in front of our faces.

"CLEONATRA AND DEVAIL FERTANIA GREMIS! WHAT WERE YOU TWO THINKING?!!" I promptly lifted my head, viewing mother walking down the hallway, furiously.

"Uh-oh, Devail…" I turned to my left, only to notice that my dearest sister wasn't there anymore, leaving me to fend for myself. By that time, mother was already before me, brandishing my worst nemesis…the belt.

"Looks like you didn't get enough spankings, missy," mother hissed, taking a hold of my arm.

I hastened myself trying to run away, but was only a useless endeavor, she's too strong. My monstrous mother simply wasn't budging, at all.

"Wa-wait - mommy please, it was a simple mistake. I-I won't do it again. I promise. We can talk about this, right? Mommy!!" I wailed and scrambled my legs like a baby as the woman dragged me on the ground, bringing me to purgatory.