Rene ran down the long spiraling staircase, getting dizzy as she went. She looked at the pictures hung on the wall as she ran. These pictures were very important to the royal family. They all depicted family members in the bloodline, starting at the top, the most recent, to the very bottom, which was ages and ages ago. Rene missed a step when she saw her great-grandfather's picture. This picture was important to her personally. Her great-grandfather had been a war hero, having been the one to lead the Arisenian army against the Usoran army. This war became the Millenium War, as records showed that this war went on for at least nine-hundred years. Somehow, both countries never fell into decline. Rene admired her great-grandfather, even if she didn't know his name. He was what she wanted to be-strong, witty, and very independant. She was only the last two. Rene stepped into the main foyer of the castle. Even though she lived in the castle, she was always amazed at how elegant the room looked. The ceiling was about fifty feet above the floor, which allowed large banners to be hung up. These banners held the family crest-a heart with a star inside. The floor tiles were made of the shiniest white marble available. A large mosaic was above the front door. It depicted a young woman of about eighteen holding a blood-red rose to her chest while her free hand-her left hand-held a sword in a scabbard. The girl's eyes were closed and she looked as though she was in the middle of a prayer. Behind this girl, a tree loomed over her, shading the are with its body. On a branch just above the girl, a dove was perched, seemingly singing a beautiful song(Rene had always imagined a dove singing a beautiful tune) and right beside her left foot stood a small white puppy. Rene had always loved this picture. Her mom always told Rene that she looked like the girl in the mosaic. Rene always put the likeness to coincidence, considering that the mosiac had been made ten years before she was born. She was only seventeen. Rene opened the front door quickly and saw her friend Amber waiting for her. Amber had black hair and brown eyes. Her skin always seemed tanned, but that was natural for her. "Hi,"Rene said with a smile. "Hi,"Amber replied,"love the shirt." "Thanks,"Rene said as Amber stepped inside."I got it from the new mall." "You mean Dunelian Mall?"Amber asked as they walked into the kitchen to get drinks. "Yeah,"Rene said, happily pulling out two sodas. Her mom did not approve of Rene drinking soda. "You should drink the proper beverages for a young lady of your status,"Queen Shayla said, and Rene always answered with,"They're just drinks." Ralph walked into the kitchen to hear the two girls gossiping. "So...?"Amber was saying. "So what?"Rene said, feigning naivity. "You know what!"Amber said with a giggle."You and Ralph..." "I don't know,"Rene said, purposely not giving a straight-forward answer. "Come on! You like him!"Amber accused. "I've only known him for two weeks,"Renen pointed out,"Plus, he's a year younger than me." "Age is but a number,"Amber said wisely."Besides...he's cute, smart, and funny. And he thinks you're cute, smart, and funny." Rene sighed. It was true. They got along so well that ir was amazing theyy didn't wear the same clothes. But... "Maybe you should talk to Taira about it,"Amber suggested. "Why?Why would I need her help?"Rene asked. Taira was Rene's younger sister by only one year. They never got along well, so Taira had left to live somewhere else recently. "Because she had a boyfriend the same as Ralph-"Amber began, but Rene interrupted. "I've got it!"Rene said suddenly, standing up."I knew I had seen Ralph somewhere before!" "Rene?"Amber said curiously. "Amber, I'm really sorry, but I gotta go tell Ralph something!" And Rene rushed up to her room. Ralph walked into the kitchen. "Told you,"Amber said. "So you have proof...so what?"Ralph said stubbornly. "Come on! Tell her how you feel,"Amber urged. "I'll think about it,"Ralph muttered and he walked away. "Men are so annoyingly stubborn,"Amber sighed, standing up to leave.