There are two kinds of clouds. The fluffy clouds visible in the sky when the temperature was perfect and the Earth was lavishing her gentle love upon the creatures who lived on her and depended upon her for their lives; and the dark and thunderous clouds that overcast the sky when lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, renting apart the air with their ferocity.
Myra Carter was one of the gentle clouds. As sweet and pretty as her favorite treats, she was the epitome of kindness and gentleness. Polite were her words and charitable was the heart of the princess. Plenty of speculations surrounded the girl, but she never let that get in the way of anything in her life. People would talk, one just had to push their words away and continue making their way through their lives.
And she did. Myra Carter may be a hopeless romantic, a bit too fragile, but she wouldn't let go and break until she found the one.
Lillian Singh would classify herself within the category of the dark, fierce clouds. As sharp and deadly as the blade of her sword, she was terror in the form of a girl. Cold was her heart, and even colder were the words that slipped out of her lips. The Cold Princess, the Cruel Queen, and the Wicked Warrior were what they called her, her reputation spread far and wide. She fueled the rumors, encouraged them to the point that she was known as the rumors, and not her.
Lillian Singh lived behind masks of the rumors that floated around her, and the fact that she played games with their minds kept her alive.
They were the precise opposites of each other, so chaotically different that not a single person, even the most optimistic one, would have suspected that they'd be each other's raison d'etres.
But fate has a strange way of weaving the golden string that connected two people together, and the strangest two souls it had connected were these ones. No common ground for them to bond on, not even a shred of similarity, but they were still meant to be.
They could be one of fate's worst decisions, but then again, they could also be one of the best.
And while it was naturally understood that a person's other half would be the opposite of them, these two were two extremes, so different from each other that people shook their heads and thought, How will they ever work out?
Maybe they wouldn't. Maybe they'd collapse and go down in flames, or maybe they'd never find the real person under the layers the other wore and never see how the person underneath it all was broken, damaged, and on the whole vulnerable. Ready to break down and fall because they'd had enough of pain, suffering, and haunting.
But, as Lillian Singh's sword whipped through the air, cutting it as though it was her own, stone-cold heart; and Myra Carter's hands worked on the keys of a piano that produced a tune that was as fragile and soft as what they perceived her to be, neither realized that they would find their raison d'etre soon.
Little did they know that their lives were calm before the storm that was about to rent through the air and take the World down.
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Adhara's Letters!
tbh it was really fun to write this prologue. it isn't as detailed as i would have wanted it to be, but i still hope you liked it.
qotd: what's one thing you grew up doing?
aotd: me, i grew up having terrible balance on flat ground ( i still have it ) and have perfect balance while climbing up on shelves to take stuff from the top shelf; and being hyper.
anyway, igtg, i'm typing this when i'm supposed to be doing chemistry.
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this gif will be changed soon, since i'm well aware that i've slain tay's looks.
