𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝑬𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊 // 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘 & 𝑩𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝑭𝑭

𝟑𝟏. 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘 & 𝑾𝒂𝒓 𝑰𝑰

First things first, I′ma say all the words inside my head
I'm fired up, and tired of the way that things have been, oh-ooh
The way that things have been, oh-ooh
Second thing second, don′t you tell me what you think that I can be
I'm the one at the sail, I'm the master of my sea, oh-ooh
The master of my sea, oh-ooh

I was broken from a young age
Taking my sulking to the masses
Writing my poems for the few
That look at me, took to me, shook to me, feelin′ me
Singing from heartache from the pain
Taking my message from the veins
Speaking my lesson from the brain
Seeing the beauty through the

Pain!
You made me a, you made me a believer, believer
Pain!

You break me down, and build me up, believer, believer

 Pain!

 Oh, let the bullets fly, oh, let them rain

My life, my love, my drive it came from

Pain!

You made me a, you made me a believer, believer

Third things third, send a prayer to the ones up above

All the hate that you′ve heard has turned your spirit to a dove, oh-ooh

 Your spirit up above, oh-ooh

I was choking in the crowd
Building my rain up in the cloud
Falling like ashes to the ground
Hoping my feelings, they would drown
But they never did, ever lived, ebbin' and flowin′
Inhibited, limited, 'til it broke open, and it rained down
It rained down like

Pain!
You made me a, you made me a believer, believer
Pain!
You break me down, and build me up, believer, believer
Pain!
Oh, let the bullets fly, oh, let them rain
My life, my love, my drive it came from
Pain!
You made me a, you made me a believer, believer

I am Aleksandra. Queen of the sky. Kosmos Koroleva. The forgotten Etherealki. The purple eyed Queen. Leader of the Serpents. A descendant of the forbidden bloodline. My family was killed in cold blood before my eyes when I was just a child. Died simply for being what they were. Feared by many, respected by less. Unknown. Yet gushed about. I am wrath. I am rage. A Grisha never seen before. A child of the Cosmos. Forbidden blood courses through my veins, the cosmos courses through my veins. I am a child of the night. I am fear and terror. A nightmare still unknown to many. My power was never seen before. Eradicated from existance and memory. To never bloom and spread again. Left to die and remain forgotten. Remain in the past as a new generation of Grisha rules the world or destroys it. I was broken, defeated, humiliated, traded a slave, hushed by every man. I am a soldier that endured terrible sufferings, seen monstrous things and felt the most painful of feelings and sufferings on my bare skin and within my heart and soul. I was ripped apart and manipulated, bent to ones free will, molded to their liking. I was a prisoner. Held behind bars and put in chains. But now. I break free.

I lost strength and let my arms fall rapidly to my side before I fell over the edge of the Skiff, holding myself firmly with my hands not to fall over into the sand off the Skiff. I felt the taste of blood in my mouth and the image before me turning blury. I gasped for air, coughing and choking on the blood coming out of my mouth. I spit the blood out. I heard batting of wings behind me. I gathered my strength to turn around and attack but the creature digs its claws in my back and threw me over the Skiff. I fell and rolled down the sand. I grunt weakened as I collapsed on my stomach, my face in the dirt. I coughed, spit out blood yet again as a screech sounded through. I slowly opened my eyes, pressing them together, adjusting my sight, burying a fist in the sand, slowly pushing myself up. I fell further away from the Skiff. I heard more battle cries and shouts in battle. I was left behind.