The night was cold, and the day had gone by fast. The crickets chirped as moths... flutter around a candle some burn but fall into a dish of water putting the balls of fire out. The window to my room is cracked open, the water beats against the window, and as it falls the dripping of rain on the stone floor is nice, and relaxing for me. My blankets are soft, my family is very. Stuck in the middle ages, we use light Live in an old castle, as well as have a kingdom to run that will rule once my younger cousin is a pureblood Vrax. I am half-blood 18 years old. She is an only child. But my cousin promised to give me respectful support of her position during her rule as long as I know and I would have anyway" but I said yes. Tomorrow we head off to the School where she betrothed the heirs well. betrothed School sounds unfun when you've learned all you know from Soldiers on a battlefield. I'm not used to humane things, but I'm used to violence and loud noise. here it is quite too quiet, the noise of things here and the war. Tonight the candle lights are dim and lowly on life. The moths still flutter by all means they flap their wings in my ringed in my room in my head another sleepless night after sleepless night this place does not feel like hope it feels like a Cage to me a place for me to feel trapped no way in and no way out the way 'things are I'm trapped here. Hello, my name is Syren, Or Charlotte the reason for my imprisonment is I'm an omega totally frowned upon I the Vrax community why because omegas are seen as incubators for new alphas and are also meant to be naive and submissive or subservient to all those who are alphas and I am not any of those things I'm a fighter, not a hider and the fact that I am deemed too aggressive to be mated off I am stuck either here or in war but now that there is no war I am trapped again in this room and it is not a great idea I have already broken a lot of things in here but the reason or the main reason is that everyone in this stupid castle hates me and the whole reason is that I'm different from the others not different like I'm not like other girls that would be my cousin her name I am Elizabeth. Eliza has her moments and they mainly happen when suitors come and today they come and I am forced to attend, why you might ask as variety I am the seasoning in the crockpot. So when it's time to get dressed I go to the closet and grab a white blouse and a black corset that has straps like a tank top and a nice pair of black jeans. As soon as I was ready I put in a pair of snake earrings and a pendant necklace that held ashes and a picture of twelve omegas that had died in the war. A part of me died with each and was filled with anger. I strap my sword to my waist, daggers to my left thigh, and one tactical knife around my ankle... as I walk down to the grand meeting room there he was the man that killed all of my friends how dare he sit there and look all cushy up there while i was covered in scars and bruises because of him the man that ruined my life The man I wish to kill more than anything on the planet but how could I he was an trusted advisor of the king that came how could I without causing more war I hate him. How dare he be here who let him in why does he affect me like this my mind was spiraling and as does my magic when I get like this my eyes glowing a deep blue staring at the man Magix was a wonderful thing to these people but it was mainly more powerful in men not women, thus I scared some. "Syren, are you ok?" A guard says to me that was from my current platoon "t-that's him Quin that's him he killed then it was him he did it " I say breathlessly pointing at the man that was entirely responsible he ran of course I fall to my knees why my legs became jello I wish I could stand "I don't want to remember Aeragon I don't want to." I cry he grabs me up and holds me sending more guards after the man who I know as Fier he was a wicked man and he had a chokehold on me still after all these years I thought I outgrew it.
