Getting a prince was Eva's, daughter of the Evil Queen, only goal in life. Well, that and ensuring she looked perfect at all times. A goal inflicted upon her by her mother. When she goes to Auradon with her sister and friends, she has the chance to...
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╭━ ╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍ ♛ ⎈ ♛ ╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍ ━╮ Despite their attempts to understand each other, the two were always destined to clash. ╰━ ╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍ ♛ ⎈ ♛ ╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍ ━╯
6 Months Later Sunlight faded in and out as her legs pumped furiously. Sweat beaded down her back forcing the thin, blue shirt she wore to stick uncomfortably to her back. Body aching, the blue-haired warrior panted, darting through the overgrown thicket of the forest. Nettles scratched her arms but her feet pounded across the leaf-covered floor without a thought to the pain.
Heavy footfalls sounded from behind her, reminding the trainee that she couldn't give up. A yellow scrap of fabric hung from the waistband of her shorts, taunting her pursuer. She pressed her hand against it for reassurance. After all, protecting it was her only objective.
Darting over a fallen branch, she tucked her body and rolled across the forest floor to prevent any impact on her knees. Doing so cost precious seconds and the enemy closed in on her. Light filtered in through an opening up ahead. The end goal was almost in sight. All she had to do was get through those trees and out of the eerie forest. The hiss of a sword being pulled from its scabbard echoed throughout the vast space. High above, birds fled from their nests.
A shuddered breath left her mouth and she turned, ducking from a blade that would've been inches away from her neck. Pulling free her own weapon, the exhausted girl twirled, meeting the knight's blade with her own. A harsh clang ringed in her ears as the steel clashed.
Arms straining, she put her weight behind the blade to prevent herself from getting slice. Planting her foot in Darryl's stomach, the small warrior shoved him away. Before she had a chance to raise her sword, Darryl was up and swinging once more. Darting to the side, a sharp pain radiated from her ear. Blood drizzled down the side of her face, staining the neck line of her shirt.
"Give it up, little princess," she heard him taunt when she ran into the cover of the trees again.
"You cut me, you prick."
There was no doubt that she would be able to successfully hold her own against him in battle but Darryl was significantly stronger than she was. Her strength was already diminishing alongside her energy. Therefore, logistically, the best thing to do was to run. After all, he certainly wasn't faster than she.
"Eva," he drew out the end of her name, hoping to draw her in.
"Are you even trying?" She teased but she could hear him closing in.
Ragged breathing filled her ears, joining the cacophony of her pounding heart and pulsing blood. A burst of pain prickled across her cheek as it collided with a sharp rock. Her eyes were ten centimeters away from the floor. A dull ache radiated from her ankle where Darryl had hit it with the tree branch he had used to trip her.
