Valoria

The Empire of Valoria is located on the east-to-west expanse of the continent of Kage, renowned not only for its breathtaking beauty but also for its rich and storied history. It shares borders with the Kingdoms of Solara, the Holy Kingdom, Iskaria, and Cindoria. Valoria stands as the only empire encircled by these four powerful kingdoms. It is ruled by Emperor Sidric Val de Omerta. The royal family of Valoria is known for their ice elemental affinity, and its members possess the rare and striking trait of silver hair.

It is said that Valoria was destroyed, but what's truly shocking is the tale of how it came to be. The empire was consumed by scarlet flames, not from an enemy, but from its very protector—a dragon. This creature, once meant to safeguard the empire, turned against it, and no one knows why. The legend has been passed down through generations, yet no one has ever witnessed the dragon. As Anastasia read through the pages of the history book, she closed it with a quiet sigh. Today marked her second birthday. Just then, her nanny, Roseyy, entered the room and, seeing the book, said, "Your Highness, you are reading the pictures of history books"?.

"Here this is a fairytale about the rabbit and her carrot, please read it instead." rossey looked at the baby princess with eyes as blue as the sky and cheeks full of baby fat, your highness why are you so cute. Roseyy thought to herself, unable to resist the charm of the little one.

As Anastasia gazed at her nanny, Roseyy, it struck her that this was the first time she had ever received care from someone. In her past life, she had been alone—through winters, summers, autumns, and every season in between. There had been no one by her side. But now, she had Roseyy, and she could see her family whenever she wished. Perhaps she had experienced something similar in her past life, but she couldn't remember anything before the age of four. It was probably normal for children to forget their early years, anyway. Roseyy, with her dark blue eyes and brown hair, was a sweet 19-year-old. She was kind and caring, but Anastasia couldn't help but feel awkward. I know I'm practically two years old, but... it's still strange that she treats me like a baby.

It had been a year and a half since that horrible incident—an event that had shaken Anastasia to her core. Since then, she had thrown herself into training. However, the body she found herself in was that of a two-year-old, and as much as she wished to push herself, physical training was simply out of reach. Her small, fragile body could barely manage the simplest tasks, let alone engage in any sort of combat practice.

But that didn't stop her. Anastasia's focus shifted entirely to her mana. She spent countless hours each day practicing control, learning to direct the flow of energy that surged within her. It wasn't easy, especially with the limitations of her body, but she was determined. Her primary focus was mastering the ice element, a natural connection she had inherited from her father. She also sought to refine her understanding of the mana of growth and manipulation that can allow her to control some plants.

In her last life she was only able to mastered it half, she wasn't able to reach it's healing affect. As back then there was no one to teach her 'how'.

The scarlet flames, however, remained out of reach. As much as she longed to tap into their power, she was too afraid to try. Her body was too fragile, and she knew there were risks she couldn't afford to take. The last thing she needed was for her power to overwhelm her and cause damage she couldn't undo. So, she continued her training, pushing herself in small ways, but always cautious of what lay beyond her current reach.

She is able to make shapes with her ice mana, like a rabbit made of ice, and with her growth and manipulation mana she is able to move the rabbit left or right.

Anastasia had also begun drawing conclusions based on her observations. After reading the hidden history of Valoria—one that had been kept from her in her past life—she started to understand why she had been in isolation. It was likely her parents who had concealed the truth, shielding her from the harsh reality so she wouldn't question her own existence.

She now realized that she hadn't been kept in the palace out of neglect, but rather out of necessity. No one in the empire had known that she possessed the scarlet flames. If they had, she would have been condemned, burned at the stake as a monster. And what could her parents have done to stop it? Nothing. Because, in truth, the flames she carried were far too dangerous—too overwhelming for mere mortals to handle.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and a pair of striking green eyes peered inside. Roseyy immediately straightened and greeted him. "Oh, Crown Prince."

Michael stepped into the room, carrying two storybooks in his hands. One was about a lion and a princess, while the other told the tale of a rabbit and her prince. He approached Anastasia with a gentle smile and held out both books. "Which one would you like to hear?" he asked.

Anastasia's eyes lingered on the covers before she reached for the one with the rabbit. With a small nod, Michael settled beside her and began reading the story aloud. As his voice filled the room, Roseyy chuckled softly. "It seems the princess has a fondness for rabbits," she mused.