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About the story:
Alexina, a younglady existed in the time of magic, a period when infiltrating christianity had no stronghold.
The era of empires and emperors, kings and kingdoms, knights and templars.
Vinceville was ruled by Great emperor Aurelius II. A heartless heathen who believed leadership was all about greed and tyranny. His subjects suffered a great deal, no one dared complain. He, however wasn't the god's chosen.

Alexina's destiny was to find the chosen one, overthrow Aurelius and let the chosen rule. She was a skillful fighter, sword manipulation was her hobby, though she possessed no magical powers.
Her skills alone weren't enough to bring down Aurelius vast army and ocean of sorcerers

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PROLOGUE It was a dark cold night in vinceville, the capital city of Brynophia empire. The city was generally busy in early hours but deserted at nights owing to cold and activities of ‘underworld bandits’ as they were called. Few people walked down the streets, some on horses while others trekked. Chirps of birds nucturnal birds disturbed the serene night. Fransesca finished preparing dinner, she’d dished out the meal in white floral ceremic plates before placing them in a steel tray. The woman walked to a fairly large room, serving as their living room. An old man with a mix of grey hair sat on a woodened stool, he held a vulture’s feather, dipped it in a thick black liquid and continued sketching. Magnum was a blacksmith, his irons were already in a furnance, before the crack of down they would be soft enough to be hammered into swords. He rose his head gently, a warm smile graced his face. His wife was hardworking and beautiful, he’d won her in a contest organized by her father. She was the most valuable gift the gods gave him. Francesca blushed, she broke the eye contact then kept the tray on an oak- hand-carved table, easing off its content. “dinner is ready” Magnum nodded twice. “you worked hard. Call the children lets eat” “yes my husband” the old lady walked to an adjoining room, she stood at the doorpost. Peeping. “ociel, Alexina! Dinner is….” she was distracted by rustling sounds from behind. Curiousity got the best of her. She turned to see a sword pointed to her. Her assailant’s face was masked. “move!” he ordered, motioning his sword to her left. Francesca was scared, she muttered incoherent words as she walked in front of him. She gasped, seeing Magnum tied to a chair. “who are you!” the woman inquired weakly. She got a hot slap for reply. Francesca fell to the floor. “search the whole house” commanded a man who plausibly was the gang leader. Three men dispersed to different directions. Their swords were unsheated. Frank searched a small room. A fruitless search it was! He meant to step out but halted upon hearing a whimper. Ociel instantly placed a finger on Alexina’s lip. She was vibrating under a mahogany bed. Especially when Frank walked towards their direction. She felt he had seen and was coming for them. Frank heard another sound, he traced it to the bedpost. The young assassin shifted his torch towards the sound. A K---y came into view. He hissed loudly exiting in annoyance. His fellow assassins were already with their leader by the time he got there. “did you find any?” asked sylvius, the leader, with a glint of hope. Frank shoke his head. “where are your children!!!” sylvius thundered. Magnum smiled, he succeeded in untieing his hands. Sylvius flared up. The old man’s smile irritated him. He unsheathed his sword, pointing its tip to Magnum’s jaw. “do you want to die, old man?” Magnum pressed his legs hard against the floor, in a quick jab he back flipped. Stricking sylvius jaw in the process. The latter fell but quickly got up. Magnum untied his feet swiftly. Sylvius tweaked his glove clad fingers. Frank got the message, he struck Magum in the stomach, with his sword. “lets get out of here” sylvius ordered. “what about the woman?” Frank asked, pointing to Francesca. “obey your superior!” their leader thundered. The two other assassins kept quiet, if Frank could be scolded who were they? While at the door, Sylvius turned, he withdrew an arrow from his sling bag. With a perfect aim he sent it into Francesca’s heart. He hopped on his waiting black horse, the horse made sounds as he struck it to run faster. His mission was accomplished, he was paid to finish off Magnum’s household. Alexina and her brother got out from their hideout, realising the men had left. The two wept bitterly, wailing and screaming in agony. They lost their parents in a day, within an hour! This day a fate was changed and destiny thwarted. The soft heart in Alexina revolved into a heart of fierce lion. The incident completely changed her.

EPISODE 1 the atmosphere was gloomy and hazy, cold air moved without obstruction. It was dawn, understandably there was no human figure on the street. Everyone should probably be asleep, except sir Donna, he was waken by the first rooster crow. He yawned twice then rose from a palm-knitted-mat. Sir donna was one of vinceville’s finest; a leader of ‘in-palace-knights’ he looked left to right, his fellow knights were still asleep, he ignored them, strode far north of the room, dipped his hand in a bowl of water and washed his face. Sir Donna wasn’t only a knight, he was extremely handsome, every lady wished him for theirselves. Prince Galileo’s girlfriend wasn’t exceptional, she’d shameless tried seducing him twice, the prince caught them on one of these occasions, of course he’d painted the image black. Sir donna almost got executed even a broken clock is right twice a day! Donna escaped trial. The young knight smiled at those memories, prince Galileo was really laughable. He wiped his face with his palms then staggared sleepily to the rack where knights’ swords and body armours were kept. It wasn’t a long search before he pinpointed his armour which he quickly wore, picked his sword and slipped it into the leather sheath hung around his waist. Sir donna carefully closed the door behind him. He moved swiftily but stealthily to the middle of the castle, where royal prison was situated. He’d studied the castle’ map for several days, he knew it like the back of his hands, much to his advantage! The knight’s heart beat increased as he approached the prison section. It was time to execute his plans, he must be brave about it. He stood still for several seconds, heaved a sigh and continued moving. The palace was kept bright and alive with oiled candelebras. He made sure he walked in shadows. He finally got to the prison section. He took cover behind a rock piller. Peeping, he saw a guard patrolling the royal prison. “isn’t it a little too early” he whispered rhetorically. Sir Donna dipped a hand in his coat, luckily he found a bronze coin which he tossed. The coin rolled on the floor, attracting the guard’s attention. Donna slipped into the prison department properly when the guard foolishly chased a rolling coin. Another guard sat on a stone, his head resting on the wall, he was fast asleep. Donna’s gaze fell on a bunch of keys tied to his waist belt. The knight squated before him, he was carefully loosing the keys when suddenly the guard slapped himself. Perhaps mosquitoe invasion! Donna succeeded in untieing the bunch, he held it firmly, heading to a prison room which had ‘IV’ written atop it. An old man with long curly brown hair sat on the floor. It was heard on the grapevine that he was above 80, yet his hair had no spark of grey. It was also rumoured that his magic sustained this feat. Corlenius was a magician, as a matter of fact the most powerful sorcerer in the empire. He heard the prison door open, he fell softly, closing his eyes feigning sleep. Donna stepped into the prison boldly. Somehow he wasn’t scared of meeting Corlenius. He’d heard legends about that man. The old man laid on the floor, the chain used in cuffing him was loosed. No wonder he was called Corlenius the great. Donna wondered why someone so powerful would submit himself to be captured. He squated before corlenuis, tapping him gently. Corlenius ‘woke’ up, he let out a fake yawn “what do you want?” “my lord, i came to get you out of here” Donna replied boldly. Corlenius chuckled. “you came to what? Do you know the weight of your plan?” “yes sir. I’m a knight, my duty is to protect the empire. What the emperor is doing isn’t right! Why should he order execution of all sorcerers?! Please you must come with me, your execution is scheduled for the seventh hour of today.” corlenius nodded slowly. He got up rapidly and helped Donna up. “thank you boy. Lets go” suddenly they hear a hight pitched sound. The palace bell was rang once, indicating it was second rooster crow. Donna led corlenius through short cuts, soon they were outside the castle. The bell rang again, this time twice. Corlenius and donna exchanged glances, it only happens when there was an emergency in the castle. ” someones knows about me escape” corlenius suggested. “halt! Do you think you can get away?” a familiar voice ranted from behind. Donna swallowed hard, without verifying he knew it was a fellow Knight. Corlenius turned quickly. He stretched a hand towards the intruder, his eyes blazed rapidly. At the drop of a hat the knight fell down. Donna was gobsmacked. “did you kill him?” “he would be up soon. Thanks again, you must go now, the soldies are alerted.” with that he hopped on a horse previously provided by Donna. He rode through a thick

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