I am Daria [18+]

seventeen

This is literally what sleep next to nowadays^^^ lmao.

Giggles.

It echoed around me. The sound could be compared to the widest ripple in a still lake: faint, far away, fading. . . A daunting, hallow version of a happy child's. Confused, I searched for the source.

I was standing in the middle of a playground, I realised. It looked familiar, yet I couldn't place it.

"Hi!" I was startled by the sudden presence of a little girl. She looked no younger than five.

I looked around for an adult, a babysitter, but saw no one.

"Hello." I smiled, unsure. "What are you doing here all by yourself, little one?"

"I'm not by myself. Teddy is here too!" She proudly held out her teddy bear towards me. "And Daddy is here, see?" She pointed towards the far end of the park and only then did I see a man, stood with his back to us, talking on his phone.

"I see."

"My daddy is a King! And I'm his Princess!"

I grinned, finding the little girl adorable. "Really? My daddy is a King too."

"Really?" Her eyes sparkled and grew wider. "Do you get to ride on horses and train with the knights? Because Daddy says when I'm older I get to do that."

My brows furrowed. "Yes. . ." This sounded familiar. I crouched to the girl's height. "What is your name, sweetheart?"

She straightened her shoulders and cleared her throat as if she practiced doing so. "Daria Bethany Claire, Princess of the Werewolves, future Queen of our realm." She did a little chin tilt.

Perplexed, I studied the girl's features. Only then did I see the unique colour of her eyes. My eyes.

"Dari!"

"I gotta go, bye!"

"No wait!"

She stopped and looked back at me. I rushed to her and crouched to accommodate her height.

"penes me potestatem a carne evanescet in mens," I blurted before I could even stop myself.

The girl, me, she blinked, several times. Then, like nothing happened, she smiled and ran off.

"DARI! Dari, where are you!"

I woke with a start, a sharp breath cutting through my throat. I was momentarily startled by my surroundings. My head peeked between plush pillows and warm cotton bedding. I sat up, clearing my throat.

That was definitely strange. What did it mean? And what was that spell?

penes me potestatem. . . It sounded familiar.

Before I could dwell too much on the elusive dream, a knock sounded against the thick wood of my chamber doors.

I sighed, thinking its my mum. In the seventeen days I'd been back, her incessant desire to get reacquainted with me wasn't exactly subtle. If she wasn't constantly inviting me on walks and pastry tastings and indoor picnics at breakfast, she'd bug me at the dinner table about joining her on walks and pastry tasting and bloody indoor picnics.

It had started to get exhausting turning her down every single time. Until she used a new tactic-using the twins to lure me out. I'll admit, I admired her determined spirit as I was equally annoyed by it.