My guidance

My giudance

Hi ,my name is Cynthia from a kingdom where war surface before growing.

I am a princess in that kingdom. Before I was born into this world my parent faced so many war on of does took both their lives leaving in the woods where a single mother whom came to fetch some woods for herself and child saw me and took me home.

I was in the wood laying helplessly as an infant when this woman notice me and came for my aid.

Not only did she made me know the story while I was growing but she told me she needed to protect me cos I am princess from a kingdom" a sign of tattoo like necklace was the sign ".

This woman name was "Rukiya" whom gave birth to a child called "Salamat".

When I was seven years of age Salamat the was Ten years, we both grew up together knowing each other very well. This made us even more closer to each other..

Rukiya was so fund of us both that she could go any length to please us.

At age fifteen she told me the story of my kingdom and what surrounds my going back cos she knows how powerful I was within.

When I clocked twenty-one I left for my home town, on stepping there everybody was amuse and statued,cos I came back wearing an armless sleeve and a dirty brown trouser with slipper.

While I was there in my home town things got more tense for me "just like growing up in a vicinity wear unfinish battle surface itself". They manage to show me my parent house which was the royal palace but could not accept the fact that I was a royal for all of them to treat me as one. I struggled all day and night just to eat while they'll watch and mimick  me. While all these go on I decided to visit Rukiya and her son Salamat. Then I got to notice Rukiya was no more with us. She left us alone in a cold world, while charging with him"Salamotu" I huge him to come with me to my kingdom so will be able to keep each other accompanied . On getting back to my home town, their I saw group of pupil around my father empire waiting for my return. Their I was surprise.

I was bathing in the stream of consciousness, thinking what might have gone wrong.

Before I could even ask any question, each and everyone buried there head to the ground with the a chant

"All hail the Queen"

"All hail the Queen"

"All hail the Queen"

While chanting some group of allergies came forth and told me that they were my father allergies before he died to the cold hand of war.