Taryn's Trigun

Prologue

Everywhere was dark in the Empire of Radometa. People running in the night as the neighboring Empires attacked them. The velocity of bombs sent everywhere to them in Radometa made the Emperor and Empress of Radometa to bow in peace.

The wicked king of the Empire called Narismo, chuckled at their defeat and mocked them. He thought he had won the battle but he didn't know that there were sent killers, sent by two other neighbouring Empires.

On the day of the coronation, he was in his dressing room when the two killers penetrated in, through the ceiling of the house, making the roof above the King's head to crash down and injure him.

"You have come to the wrong place, Narismo." a male voice was heard.

The female that was there stared at the male killer, whom she have never seen before and at first sight, fell for him, even if he was in a mask.

"This Empire is not for you, Narismo. May the gods of the rain forgive you" the female killer whispered audibly and then threw upto three knives, not missing her target, at the man.

He fell down as blood gushed out of his body that quickly stained his golden robe.

The two killers sent from different empires stared at each other and immediately had a type of strong attraction to themselves.

The lady, known as Daryl and the man as Darren, couldn't get their eyes off each other.

Footsteps that came running to the dressing room of the King, interrupted the stare as their gaze diverted to the door.

Four soldiers emerged from the entrance and all recognized who Darren was, but none knew Daryl.

"Who are you?" the soldiers voices formed one by one as they stare at the lady.

Her blonde hair rushes to her shoulders down to her a*s as she flinged the mask off and they all realize that the lady in the mask, is the princess of a neighbouring empire called Narim.

Immediately they saw her face, the beauty was too much to behold as they all fell on their knees to respect her Royal entity.

Darren and Daryl stares at each other with pride and their heads held high.

"My name is Daryl and I am the princess of Narim... " she state and Darren raised an eyebrow at her.

Slowly, he bent down to his knees to respect her.

"No. Please get up, all of you" Daryl said and they all rise up to their feet.

"I am running away from my betrothed. When I heard screamings and shoutings, I wanted to come check up on this kingdom before I start out on my long journey" she said and they all nodded except Darren.

"I will be on my way now... "

"No!" Darren yelled and she stopped. Everyone stopped what they were doing.

"Instead, come with me to my Empire. I am in search for a bride" he replied and the soldiers smiled at her.

Daryl hesitated for a moment. Then a smile broke upon her lips as she nodded and accepted his hand.

Carefully and gently, he held her by the waist and threw a rope on the chimney through the small window in the dressing room.

He pulled it to test its capability, whether it can hold the two of them as they swung.

They both looked back at the soldiers and nodded as he let go of the window frame and swung upon the coverings of so many houses in Radometa.

The two Royalties swung on too many coverings till they came to Darren's own Empire.

Everyone was shocked at Daryl's beauty as they bowed down to her and Darren in respect and accordance of the power they carry.

Darren and Daryl made their way to the palace in front of Darren's parents and at just one sight, Daryl was approved to get married to Darren.

Daryl, of course, forgot about her own Empire and wanted to start a new life in her new world and Empire.

Though, as they both left Radometa, with all the last might of Narismo, he cursed them saying:

"Starting from the child you give birth to, your whole generation shall be worthless and useless and you shall not be honored throughout your Empire through death before a certain age"

And with that, he breathe his last and gave up.

Unknowingly as he said that, his young daughter that had been watching through the key hole gasped and stared down at her palms.

Tears dripping down her eyes slowly.

She hurried off to the chefs room and grabbed a knife. She hurried back to her own room, but almost got caught by her mum.

"Anderia? What are you doing here?" Narismo's wife asked her daughter.

Anderia's lips pursed as she stares at her mum and hiding the knife bethind her wide ball gown.

"Nothing mummy. I just wanted to go sleep and prepare for the coronation" Her british accent came out fluently.

"Okay dearly. Can't wait to see your Dad" her mum said and she acted on and smiled.

"Me too, mummy" but deep inside was pain.

"Hurry off now, little fella" The queen said as Anderia ran down the staircase careful with her steps.

Deep inside her, she knew that would be the last day that her mum will ever see her again, cause she had already made a decision, and she will keep to it.

She banged her door shut and went to the window in her room as she stared up at the skies.

"Dear Ancestors! Forgive my father's wickedness and atrocities and use me as a sacrifice with my only wish... "

Thunder stroke as she spoke on, having full hope and probability that the gods have allowed her to speak out what she wishes.

"Let the Empire of Radometa be revived and let it be from the generation of the two people that killed Narismo Naninto"

Her prayers were heard as she snapped in half her thumb and gave up her ghost immediately.

The curse of Narismo and wish of Anderia Naninto both happened.

Darren and Daryl got married after two months and beared a son.

The son was named Darris and he was a mighty warrior but his generation always died before the age of thirty.

But the wish of Anderia is yet to happen as the warrior of the lost city of Radometa, that is to make happen the resurrection of Radometa has been born, in the recent age...