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Look like the innocent flower,
but be the serpent underneath it.
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Abella, daughter of the High Lord of Spring is called the life of spring in her court. She is beloved by her people, and cherished by her family. She grew up silently lear...
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The previous nights break down still rang in my head. I knew better than to allow myself to think back to better times and I knew better than to dream of an escape. It would only shatter my cracked soul. I had done just that frequently in the beginning, I thought of my fathers fiddle playing, his warm laugh, my mothers comforting hugs, my brothers smiles, Lucien's teasing remarks, Papa's warm glow, Echo's friendly banter, and Daniella's soft giggle. It was what got me through the long days and endless nights. It was my only comfort when I would cry myself to sleep. The only glimmer of light in the dark cell.
But slowly the only thing that gave me happiness, eventually gave me sadness. It was funny how it happened. I noticed it one day when I thought of a song my father and I used to play together, him on the fiddle and me on the piano. I usually thought of our songs to lull me off to sleep but this time as I imagined his fiddle playing tears fell from my eyes. And the thoughts that I would never hear him play the fiddle again filled my mind.
And just like that this mother forsaken place not only stole my future but tarnished my past.
I fell back to sleep with hate filling my heart.
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I starred up at the unknown man, with hate filling my eyes. I wasn't sure how many days had passed since I last saw him. Possibly only a few. I had only slept three times but who knew if I stared at the walls for weeks before finding the soft embrace of sleep. Or maybe I stayed asleep for days on end yearning to never wake up. His blurred figure stood up and walked over to me. He turned to face the guards.
"Leave us." He ordered.
The guards left in a hurry, leaving me alone with the lunatic who was to blame for my suffering.
"I feel like a lesson is long due." He said. I frowned slightly; I didn't want to partake in whatever sick lesson he felt was necessary for me to learn. He ascended back to his throne and motioned for me to take a seat on the cold stone floor. I did. A small breath of relief escaped me as I sat on the floor, it didn't appear that this lesson would be physical.
"You are the daughter of spring."
"I am." It wasn't a question, but I answered anyways. It felt good to hear someone say it, to remind me that I was not always a prisoner.
"And as being the daughter of spring do you know what happens when a forest catches fire?"
"It burns."
"Yes, it burns." He laughed. "But after that do you know what happens. When the fire has ceased and there is nothing left of the land to burn. What happens then?"
