A C O T A R × T O G
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"Where are we?"
"In Prythian"
"Where?"
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In which Avyanna Blackbeak Crochan Havilliard, Ronan Ashwryer Galathynius Whitethrone and Persues Salvaterre Lorchan went...
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A V Y A N N A ' S P O V
FROM A YOUNG AGE I ALDREADY knew that someone like me was not suppose to exist. That my powers would only be the end of me and the people I care about. And my kingdom.
"Focus your center" My mentor and godmother, Aelin Galathynius instructed. "Focus your mind and breathing, remember that you must focus on your target and then release" She ordered, standing behind me analysing all my movement and breathing.
My eyes closed, I focused my breathing and center, making sure all match my mind.
I opened my eyes, then released.
A powerful explosion happened before my eyes. Fire. It was nothing like the flame that Dad had described Aelin's flame to be.
"Wow" My godmother breathed out as she grinned at the sight. I looked at her and smiled slightly.
"Honestly never seen such a powerful flame" She said, looking at me curiously. "Ready to train?" She asked, raising a brow in challenge. I smirked, nodding. "Child, I'm going to beat your ass" Aelin said, mirroring my smirk.
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It was the end of training and I most definitely did beat Aelins ass.
And it was the best moment of my life. Knowing that my training with Aelin is almost over, I still have to train with my mother, Queen of Adalarn.
Manon Blackbeak Crochan Havilliard.
A force of nature.
A woman that ruled with an iron fist.
A witch.
And no, I don't mean like an insult. I mean an actual witch, like the kind that rode brooms, could fly and ride dragons.
Yes, you heard right.
Dragons.
My personal favourite way to ride.
I walked into the training room, where I met my mother who looked so young that you could mistake her for my sister.
But you know what they say, looks can be deceiving.
"You're here" My mom said, cleaning her blade. She inspected it, looking to see it was really clean. She set it down and her golden honey orbs met mine.
