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Warrior Princess

By Kendra Leigh Osias, age 11


I opened the book, and out slipped a photograph.

The book was old, maybe about 20 years old. It was the only thing that sparked my interest after the bookkeeper, Madam Matilda, insisted I keep one of the books she offered me as an early Christmas present.

The photograph was not as old, as if it had only been put there recently. It was of a girl, whose beauty was practically stunning, hurling icicles at somebody. I put the photograph under my many journals, deciding that it might be important.

I opened the book to the first page. However, there was nothing written on it, so I did the logical thing: flip to the last page. There I found something written on it.


There was more; however, they were unreadable, so I could not see what it said.

You are the master…what could that mean?

Guess I’d have to find out…

While I was contemplating on what to do, I saw a faint glow coming from underneath the stack of journals, where the photograph lay forgotten.

I snatched it up and found that it was indeed glowing.

What does this mean?

Then as if by magic, an icicle shot out of the photograph, very nearly impaling me right in the heart.

Suddenly, the very woman from the photograph shot out of it and appeared in front of me.

“Oh, sweet mother of snow, are you all right?” she asked with a faint British accent.

I was genuinely confused. Who was this woman?

“Oh, my! Where are my manners? My name is Paloma. I am also known as the Ice Princess. And I need you to come with me.”

“Um…why exactly?” I asked. I was not one to follow orders, especially from strangers.

“It isn’t my place to tell you that,” Paloma said. “Just come with me, and he will explain everything.”

“Who’s he, and where are we going?” I asked, genuinely confused.

“You’re about to find out. Let’s go!” She held out her hand. I took it.

This is crazy. 

And like magic, we disappeared inside the photograph.

I landed on a soft piece of snow. I looked over at Paloma, who was already walking towards a huge ice castle, and when I say huge, I mean HUGE. “It’s awesome,” I breathed.

“My mother, the Ice Queen, built this entirely with her magic,” Paloma smiled.

“Well, your mom is definitely awesome. Can I meet her?” I asked.

“Sadly, no. She died,” Paloma sighed. “Well, the past is in the past, right?”

“Right,” I said with a forced smile. ‘twas a bad question. Not only had I sparked a bad memory, but I had probably managed to dwindle her trust in me.

“Well, don’t just stand there! Come on!” Paloma shouted.


When I finally reached her, she was already in front of two gigantic doors. “Ready?” she asked.

“I guess I am,” I replied.

She threw the doors open, and I gasped. The inside of the castle was almost thrice as magnificent as the outside. We were standing in a hallway that seemed like it went on for miles. There were ice sculptures everywhere. A beautiful chandelier hung from the ceiling.

However, as beautiful as it was, there was still something missing. And that was the people. The halls were deserted. “Where is everyone?” I asked.

Paloma sighed. “Hiding.”

“Hiding? Where? Why?”

“That can wait,” Paloma snapped, her eyes glowing dangerously. “Now, come on. He’s waiting.” I gulped and nodded, not wanting to anger her further.

We started up the icy staircase, heading to this mystery man.

We walked for at least 45 minutes before Paloma stopped in front of a large door with the words THE KING engraved on the front.

She opened the door, and on the chair in front of me sat the most handsome man I have seen in my life. He had white-blond hair and icy blue eyes. The rest was just too amazing to describe.


“Hello, Pal,” the man said. “I see you have found the girl I wanted.”

“You know she is much more than that, Gale,” Paloma said.

“Of course,” Gale replied with a smirk. “But first, introductions. My name is Gale, the most handsome and amazing king in the world.” He smirked. “You already know my unusually annoying sister, Paloma.” His sister smacked his arm, fighting her grin. “Ow! Really, Pal? Anyway, this is the Kingdom of Khione. Also known as the Ice Kingdom.”

“Okay, that’s awesome and all, but one question,” I said, hesitating. “Why am I here? ”

“Oh, that’s easy,” Gale said. “You’re here ’cause you’re my sister, the lost Warrior Princess of Khione.”

“What?” I shouted. “I’m not a princess! I’ve never even been here! You must have the wrong girl.”

“Is it true? You told me she was a knight. You never told me she was our sister!” Paloma exclaimed, eyes glowing.

“Pal, chill,” Gale said, unusually calm. “Do you think you would have been able to control yourself and your emotions if I told you?”

“But I saw her die,” Paloma whispered, her voice barely audible. “How?”

“Yeah, how? How is it possible that I’m a princess? How do I not remember this place? As far as I know, I’ve never even stepped foot in this place.”

Gale sighed. “Sit, sis, and I’ll explain.”

“You were born a year after we were. You were trained to be a warrior at a young age, specifically six, when you were strong enough to hold at least a wooden sword. When Pal and I were 15 on our birthday, Mom died to an icicle through the heart, right in front of me, Pal, and the kingdom. Before she died, Mom told me to erase your memories and bring you back at the right time. Pal saw you vanish right in front of her eyes, so she grieved, thinking you were dead. I wanted to wait at least 10 years. But with the recent war, I need more than just Pal to help me rule Khione. After all, you were always the mature and responsible of the three of us.”

I gasped. I didn’t even know my real family, as I was raised by adoptive parents. But now I do. It explains why I woke up in a hospital, with no memory of anything. Now, I knew, and I was reunited with my family.

Then all of a sudden, an explosion outside caused the three of us to jump. “They’re back. Quick, drink this; your appearance will change back to how it was before, and you’ll remember everything, including your training,” Gale said, giving me a vial holding some sort of liquid. “Oh, by the way, your real name is Eira, Eira of Khione.”

When I drank it, everything came back to me. My mom teaching my siblings and me how to control our powers, my teacher getting disarmed and pinned to the ground, Mom dying and Dad following soon after, Pal screaming…

My appearance also changed. Suddenly, I was as stunning as Paloma and Gale. I clutched my head. I remembered everything now. I was ready to fight. Gale smiled while Pal had tears of joy in her eyes.

“I believe this belongs to you, Eira,” Gale said, handing me the locket he gave me on my 10th birthday. I took it, opened it, and took out the jewel hidden inside. I tapped it three times, waited five seconds before a beautiful sword made of ice formed in my hands.

“Let’s go, guys. The Warrior Princess is back.”

We were running down the hallway towards the front doors.

As we ran, I began to see people, knights in armor, rushing out of various rooms in the castle, all surprised to see me back in Khione. They were smiling, others crying because their beloved princess was back.

We burst out the door, and I saw the most peculiar group of people. They had bodies of humans but the heads of bears. I had never seen them before, so I supposed they had surfaced after I disappeared.

“Bruins,” Pal said, answering my unspoken question. “They hate us and started a rebellion against me and Gale a year after you disappeared. After two years, they declared war against the monarchy. Today, we will determine the winner of this war with the Final Duel.”

The Bruin who seemed to be the leader stepped forward. “Your Majesty,” he said to Gale, voice dripping with sarcasm. “This is how it ends.”

“Ursa,” Gale sneered. “I suppose it is.”

With that Gale let out a battle cry that could probably be heard all the way to earth. The army of Khione charged, men and women alike, brandishing weapons made of ice and frost, or maybe using their powers like Paloma and a group of women.

The Bruin army charged. They were fewer than we were, but their strength was almost twice that of humans, so we were equally matched.

I fought and killed at least 15 Bruins, some with my powers but mostly with my sword. Next to me, Gale was fighting like a hurricane, slashing with his icy dagger left and right. Pal had resorted to using her bow and arrow and had slaughtered around eight Bruins.

In no time, around a quarter of each army had fallen while about an eighth were either injured or gone, fleeing away from the battle.

A scream from beside me caused me to jump a bit. But what I saw really did make me scream.

Paloma was clutching her side, which was bleeding heavily. Standing over her, the Bruin leader smirked in triumph.

“Pal!” Gale and I screamed simultaneously, running towards her.

“RESPITE!” I screamed.

I rushed to my sister’s side.

“Pal! What happened?” I asked, tearing up.

“Shh, it’s all right, Eira,” Pal said. “I heal quickly when I’m here, remember? I’ll be fine. I’ll stay in the castle.”

“Be careful, sis,” Gale said, hugging her gently. “We love you.”

She walked back to the castle, assisted by one of the girls with her.

We ran back to the battlefield. I looked at Gale, determination in my eyes.

“I wanna duel him, on my own,” I declared.

Gale’s eyes widened. “No! You can’t! I just got your back; I can’t possibly lose you again. It’s too dangerous!”

“He injured my sister, Gale! I can’t let him get away with that!” I exclaimed. “Besides, I’m not called the Warrior Princess of Khione for nothing.”

Gale sighed, knowing how stubborn I could be. I could see in his eyes that he wanted revenge, and he relented.

“Ursa!” I shouted. “I would like to duel you, one on one. Loser gets banished from Khione forever.”

“Of course, Your Highness!” Ursa said, smirking. “Let us finish this, dear Princess.”

We took our positions, waiting for the signal. A whistle blew, and we charged.

The fight was still raging after about 50 minutes. I wasn’t the least bit discouraged or tired, rage fueling my body with energy. Ursa was panting, tiring quickly.

“Give up, Bear Head?” I asked sarcastically.

“In your dreams,” he said, lunging.

I smirked. Bad move, I thought. I grabbed his wrist and judo flipped him over my shoulder.

Pinning him down, I asked, “How about now?”

“Respite?” he asked.

I nodded, agreeing.

While my back was turned, he charged, aiming for a kill.

Instinct told me what to do, blocking the strike.

“Oh, that’s low, Bear Head,” I said in disbelief. With that, I stopped holding back and attacked him with all my might.

“This is for Pal!” I shouted, spotting an open spot. Charging, I dug my sword, Right. Into. His. Heart.

The Bruins leader was dead; we won! Everyone cheered.

And that was the beginning of the reign of the Snow siblings.


  1. Mehdi Raza /

    such an interisting story

  2. I’m extremely proud and happy to see your work, baby girl! Keep on writing and be a source of inspiration to others. I love you!