JHeart

[Rewriting]

The seven kingdoms of the West Continent, a world dominated by power, where the strong ruled and were loved, desired and exalted, the strong were the Gods and the weak, though few, were content to live under the protection of the strong.

This was the world Andronika Majeir was born into, a world of strength, a world of power, a world of warriors and powerful bloodlines and special body markings, a world of the strong and Andronika was one of them, one of the strong...No, she was one of the strongest, one of the most powerful.

Born into a military family, a lineage of outstanding Generals, Nika was trained from birth to be an excellent warrior, strategist and leader, at a young age, her prowess in battle was unmatched and her power markings never before seen, however along with battle training Nika was raised knowing her duty as a Majeir, a duty to guard, protect and fight for her kingdom and her king.

Young , foolish and unwilling to accept her fate to protect, Nika ended up making all the wrong choices in life, betraying her father and her king.

Nika died at the hands of her lover, for whom she gave up everything, filled with regret and shame, Nika knew that she who had been an undefeated warrior had been completely deceived and utterly defeated by love, she knew her death was well deserved, but as she welcomed her death with open arms, Nika had one last thought.

"I have been such a fool, if there was a second chance, I Andronika Majeir swear on my life and honor that I will right all my wrongs, I will live only for my duty as a Majeir, If there was a second chance, I will conquer love."

First book in the Tales of the continents.

**I do not own the cover art, all credits go to the artist. It will be taken off upon request**

To Conquer Love

~It is the nature of the wise to resist pleasures, but the foolish to be a slave to them~

In the darkeness of the night, the moonlight illuminated the dark streets, casting some areas with it's light and leaving others to be completely covered in shadows. It was in this darkness that a figure could be seen hurrying through the streets, conciously avoiding the rays of the moonlight, his form blended perfectly with the shadows as he hurried towards his destination.

If one were to look closer however, one could see that this black clothed man was in a state of complete disarray, from his mud covered shoes up to his tattered clothings, nothing in sight seemed to be in order, an aura of panic and terror poured off of him in waves and within his eyes were a thick cloud of shame and fear. However his obvious state of disarray did not in anyway hinder his rapid movements or his stealth.

Starlight Pavilion (Ch.98)