The time seemed to go way to slow in the eyes of Zyanne, the brown pools of her irises seemed to cloud over in boredom. Spring break was ment for going out with friends and hanging with those you care about, but instead she is doing homework given to her by none other than the familys teacher Galapas. Zyanne bit her lip imagining her own little world where she didn't have homework and she could be who she wanted and do what she wanted to do. She leaned back in her chair and sighed. She looked down at her hands and thought. She snapped her short pale fingers and a spark of purple flame hovered over them. A small smile played on her lips.
Her thoughts were cut short by a buzzing of her phone. "Who the...?" she spoke to herself. Zyanne inspected her phone to see it was none other than Jasper... "The prince of of all that is stupid" she rolled her eyes then checked the message.
You are needed at the libaray at once - Jasper
No I surely am not - one defient witch
Yes you are! And you should change that w to a b - Jasper
Bite me.... I am on my way, your highnASS - Zyanne
Rude - Jasper
Zyanne threw her phone at her bed in anger. Just who the hell does he think he is?!?! He acts like he is king of everything. She put her shoes on and stretched her arms. As she grabbed her bag she thought to herself, 'Why me? Why do I have to obey this prick?' before she could answer she was out the door and in her car. The radio played some music softly as she started the car. Hozier's Take Me To Church started to play and Zyanne started to sing along . When she started getting really into the song her journy to the libaray has come to an end. Finding a parking spot was easy since nobody likes the libaray except nerds and those who are grounded from technology so it was pretty empty besides a few cars the girl didn't know.
She got out of her car and texted Jasper.
I am here where are you? - Zyanne as if on some unspoken que she was pelted by water ballons and harsh words. She instintvely hid her face and yelled in suprise and curled up. The words stabbed through her heart and made her eyes prick with even more water.
"GOD HATES YOUR KIND!" a girl hollored.
"BURN IN HELL!" she reconized the preachers son.
"YOU ARE THE BIGGEST MISTAKE IN HISTORY!" a girl with a high pitched voice yelled.
"MERLIN FREAK!" another guy yelled. She moved her hands to yell back, but something hard hit her in the head. A warm sticky substance started to drip down her pale face. The smell of rust and water filled her nose and she looked up in shock and looked right at the leader of the protesters, Jasper, whom looked back with fear.
"Stop! Who threw that!?" He demaned just before Zyanne got in her car and drove away as fast as she could back to her home. "We were only throwing ballons!" he was angry with his friends, someone disobeied him.
Zyanne cried in her bathroom while cleaning her wound. 'What the hell was I thinking?' she went to her herb room in search of something to take the pain away. Her ears perked when she heard a knock on the living room door. Nobody was home so she had to answer it herself, and to her suprise it was the last person she would like to see. Emerald green eyes worried, thin lips parted and his breathing loud as if he ran, Jasper came to check on Zyanne.
He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out he was too busy staring at her cut on her head. "That looks bad..." He pointed out softly. He walked in without permission and stepped into her living room. "We need to clean that out." He told her.
"Get out." Zyanne shook trying not to cry again. Jasper looked discombobulated. "Do you not understand? I SAID GET OUT!" tears spilled out. She didn't want him here. Jasper shook his head and got closer to her and shut the door. He pulled her closer and let her cry on him.
Zyanne's and Jasper's family have known and been close for generations and when the first born from each family were always known to be the leads of the homes. Jasper's family, a family of knights and kings. Zyanne's family, family of worlocks and witches. Magic has been excepted since Jasper's ansetor, King Author, took the throne and brought the lands together. Never once has there been a female compainon for the future king, so Zyanne has always been thought of as strange and unusal. Some people still don't like the fact that Magics and Commons have been crossed and intergated. Those people are mainly the Church. And the Chruch has always tried to manipulate the Crown.
Zyanne pushed him away and went back to her herb room, and Jasper followed so he could do what he can. " It was just a prank nobody was to be hurt." He finally said after a while. she didn't answer him. "Talk to me Zyanne..."
She glared at him "A prank? Nobody was to be hurt?! Your people hate me, your people want me to fail, YOUR PEOPLE WANT YOU TO CUT OFF MY HEAD AND SEPARATE AND GO BACK TO LIFE OF EVIL!" she shouted at him.
"Do you think I am stupid?! I WILL NOT FALL FOR IT!" he yelled back.
"Yes you will!" Zyanne wipped her eyes and showed her anger "You're one to please, even if it hurts those you are close to!"
He stepped back as if he was slapped. "I have to please my people..."
"That's what gets kings killed! How can you be so stupid!" Her words cut him deeply. "And when the time of the kings return, who will be the ones to stand by your side when you have challengers who want your crown? Me. Only because I have no choice..." she said between her teeth. The soon to be king raised his hand in anger and forcefully hit her cheek. She gasped and held her swollen cheek.
"Zyanne...I-I'm sorry" he walked closer and she stepped back.
"No don't touch me!" she whispered in shocked. Jasper reached out to her and she yelled in Latin "Rex praeteritum , pretium vel in futuro, sequi VIIS donec unus utriusque itinera fieri!" her eyes lit up with white lights and the room shook. Jaspers voice sounded far away. It sounded as if he was yelling for her to stop but she couldn't. Anger shook her. Motivated her. Purple light pushed back the walls with twists and turns. Zyanne fainted feeling drained and powerless. Jasper fell covering her with his body. The house crumlbed down on top of them.
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Merlin's Mistake
Fantasy#watty16 Zyanne is the decedent of Merlin, a great and powerful wizard, but when an argument between Jasper, the decendent of King Arthur, sends them back in time to meet their ancestors she has to make a choice: Follow her heart and become Arthur...
