[Thunder palace – Yellow city]

[10 years ago]

*CLANK*

The sound metal colliding could be heard in all the thunder palace.

"Ouch"

A small girl was facing the ground while some blood left her mouth.

"Stand up, Anastasia" A teenager boy with black hair talked coldly.

"Y-Yes, brother Claude" Said shily the girl.

Claude looked at the girl and keep up his sword.

"With these trashy skills, you don't deserve the surname Boltor" Said Claude

Anastasia looked at his brother and just bowed her head while Claude went on his way.

She stood on the ground for some seconds before standing up and going back to his room, on her way, the servants looked at her however, she just kept her head down, in shame.

This was the life of Anastasia when she was six years old, ever since she was a kid, the name Boltor came as a symbol of honor and prestige, people would die to be in her place.

And yet, she would rather be a commoner…

A lot of people thought that being part of a huge family like the Boltors was a blessing, and, they wouldn't be wrong… but…

A blessing and a curse, were the same…

It only depends on which side you see it for.

Anastasia Boltor, the younger daughter of the king of the north, had also another identity, however, very few people could knew.

"Anastasia"

When Anastasia entered her room, a voice that made shiver Anastasia sounded.

"Mo-mother"

"You lost again?" Said Alisson.

"I-I am not good with s-swords" Said Anastasia.

"You are always like this, making excuses for everything, its no wonder that people make fun of you!" Said Allison with anger.

"…" Anastasia could only lower her head.

"You are blessed by one of the most powerful gods, yet, those stupid kids always mock you because you can't even lift a sword properly!" Said Alisson.

Anastasia had some tears in her eyes; however, she couldn't cry.

Because that would make things worse.

Allison looked at her daughter and sighed.

"Go on your way to study" Said Alisson with disappointment.

"Yes, mother"

Anastasia looked up and her mother had already disappeared with a gust.

That's right, the other identity that only few people knew was that she was also the bastard daughter of Alisson, the queen of winds of the Veritia family.

She learned this truth when she was four years old.

She respected her mother a lot, since her father was always absent, the only parental figure that she had was her mother. Her brothers always treated her like garbage, the only one who showed her a kind smile was his half-brother, Pierre.

However, Pierre could only visited her every now and then, because he was the young master of the Veritia family, hence, he was busy.

Anastasia took out her books and began studying like always, alone, in her big room.

The next day, and the next one, and the one after that, this routine repeated itself.

One could think that she was the happiest person alive…

In reality…

She was the loneliness person that you could find…

Until that day.

*Smack*

"H-hey, don't hit her on the face, what if her old man comes here!" Said one kid.

"Don't worry, she won't say anything, right? Princess Anastasia" Said a robust kid.

Anastasia looked at the kid with his foot on her face and nodded weakly.

The kid smiled and throw some earth on her face, after that, his group of five went on their way.

Anastasia stood up weakly and went on her way towards home, however, she took the longest way, after all, she didn't want her family to see the bruises on her face.

"They won't care anyway" Though Anastasia.

She was passing through the poorest part of Yellow city, the smug street, when something caught her attention.

"Give up, you brat!"

"NO!"

"Let it go!"

"No! this food is for my mom!"

"I don't care about it! Give it before we kill you!"

Anastasia looked to her side and, in a back alley, three grow dirty men were beating a small kid like her. Due to her training, she could hear better than normal people and see better.

"…"

She didn't know why, however, she couldn't turn her head away from that scene.

"This stingy brat!" One of the men punched the boy so hard that his head bounced in the wall.

However…

Even so…

The boy didn't let the food go...

"This… food… is… is… is for my mom" Repeated the kid.

"Fucking brat, if you want to die that much! Then be my guess!" Said of the man, taking out a dagger.

The boy was clearly scared of that knife, but he bit his lips and embraced the food even harder.

"I WON'T GIVE UP!"

"BECAUSE"

"I HAVE A REASON TO KEPT LIVING!"

Anastasia looked at the boy and her dull eyes showed a brightness that she had never show before!

"Fine!" Said the man.

"STOP RIGHT THERE!"

The three men and the boy turned around and saw a little girl looking at them.

"This isn't a show little brat, if you don't want to get involved, fuck off!" Shouted the man with the dagger.

Anastasia looked at the dagger in the man's hand and her hands trembled with hesitation, however, she looked at the boy who was looking at her and her nervousness went away.

"Let the boy go, and you might be able to preserve your lives" Said Anastasia.

"Ha! And who might you be? To pronounce such arrogant words like that" Said one of the men.

"My name is Anastasia"

"Anastasia Boltor!"

The three men looked at the little girl and were stupefied, after all, who didn't know the name of Boltor!

"Shit" Though the man with the knife.

They knew that she was telling the truth, after all, nobody was stupid enough to pretend to be part of the royal family of the north, no if they wanted to preserve their lives, that's it.

""We pay our-"" When the two other guys were planning to apologize and beg for their lives, the guy with the knife stopped them.

"Even if we apologize, what would be the use of it? We are already dead man for offending the Boltor family, might as well, made us a path of salvation" Said the man.

"What do you mean?" Said another man.

"Let's kill this little girl and then disappear from here, after all, the only good witnesses are the one who can't speak even if they wanted to!" Said the man with the knife.

The other guys obviously hesitated, after all, they were talking about rob or kill some random dude, they were talking about killing someone from that Boltor family.

The consequences of people finding out couldn't be imaginable.

Maybe death would a luxury by that time!

This though ran towards the duo who stopped hesitating.

The boy looked up and saw the faces of the guys, he immediately recognized the danger

"RUN! You are not match for them!" Shouted the kid.

However, Anastasia only smiled and took out her training sword.

"What's your name, kid?" Asked Anastasia.

"H-Hans"

"Then Hans, you shouldn't be worried, after all…"

The eyes of Anastasia turned golden.

"I am the princess of the north!"

This would be the first encounter between Anastasia and Hans.