Now for my story I was born 20 years ago to a mother who died giving birth to me and my farther hates talking about it I don't even know her name. And all thought my life my father was single never even gave dating a chance which for him was the right chose but for me I feel awful like I was bearding him with my existent. My dad was brave and fearless he used to be one of the head leaders of forces for the king but once he realized how nasty and despicable the king was he left and joined the local police even though the king controlled them to.
"Farther" I yelled as I heard a knock at the door.
"Sweetheart can you get that" he yelled back from the basement.
As I ran to get the door I want expecting company so I was wearing my short blue dress that came to my mid-thigh with light pink flowers on in. As I swung the door open I saw a tall handsome bright green eyed and pitch black hair, he must have been at least 6'4 I was intimidating.
"Umm.. Hi how may I help you sir " I said studding his face.
"I am here to talk to the head of the house can you go get him for me" he said in a silky yet persistent tone.
"What should I tell him" I said in a shy voice
"say Kingston is here, he will know what it means"
"okay come in from outside its cold, and take a seat if you want in the living room I will be right back sir" I said in a caring tone and walk to the basement.
"Farther there's someone here to see you he said his name is Kingston" as I say this my father look at me in worry
"Okay my love I will go up now can you please go make our guest some tea"
"okay father"
He walks up the stairs and goes into the living room and I go and make tea. when I'm done making the tea i go upstairs and over hear something I wish I never had .
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what dose Kingston what.....
the photo at the top is Kingston i don't own the art full credit to June by larandesore !!!!
anyways i hope you like it I'm not grate which is why give me pointers on spelling and stuff anyway love yawl..
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Displaced in a world of hate.
FantasiaThe world that I live in is dark and full of death as much as I wish I could say that this was all a joke I can't. My world was ravished around 40 years ago by the greediness of both kingdoms. Because both the elves and fairies couldn't bare the ide...
