𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝙲𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗

Chapter 1 The Fight

A young red haired girl-around the age of 10- knelt near a stone wall, and watched, as two boys and a girl pushed a red haired boy around, teasing him.

"Stop.." the red haired boy whined, but the three of them just laughed. "Please stop.. if you don't m-my sister will find you," he stuttered.

"Aww is poor little Prince Oliver defenseless without his twin sister?" A brown haired boy mocked, giving Oliver a shove.

"Is Prince Oliver begging for his savior?" a blond boy snickered, giving Oliver another shove.

"Please stop," Oliver cried, as he tried to protect his face with his hands, as his twin sister had taught him.

"Awww is poor Oliver crying?" The blond haired girl laughed.

"Please stop. A-azael, A-awran, and D-dolunay. Please stop."

"Awww is he begging? Is Prince Oliver begging?" The blond girl giggled, as she threw mud at Oliver. The red haired girl clenched her fists, as she watched from behind the wall, her knuckles turning white. The brown haired boy shoved Oliver harder, causing him to fall flat on his face. The blond boy proceeded to kick Oliver, well he was laying on the floor.

"Let's go. Hopefully that will teach him never to snitch on us ever again," the blond girl giggled, as the three of them linked arms. The red haired girl waited for them to leave hiding in the shadows. Not wanting to be seen, before she sprinted towards Oliver who was laying on the ground. She hoped he was still alive.

"Please don't hurt me," he whimpered. She gently stroked his face.

"Shhh it's just me," she mumbled. All her anger bubbled, as she saw his face bloodied. Her jaw tensed slightly, her nostril flared outwards, "I'm sorry I wasn't here to protect you," guilt bubbled through the girl, she felt guilty for not being for not protecting him.. If she was there none of this would have happened. She should have ran out when she first saw what was happening. What if something worse happened? She felt her heart rate increase, as she thought about revenge..

Oliver gingerly moved to a sitting position whimpering. "I-it's not your fault, Cordelia," he stuttered, as she gingerly stroked his face.

"Yes it is. If I was here they wouldn't have done this," she paused, looking at Oliver with a glum look. "Don't worry I will take care of them," she mumbled as she wrapped her arms around him.

"Okay," the corner of his lips twitched into a small smile, as he leaned his head on her shoulder. "Just please don't tell anyone," the girl sighed. He looked at her. "Please, Cordelia," she knew she should tell someone, but if she did it would make it much worse for him.

"Okay.. I promise I won't tell anyone," Cordelia replied, if she couldn't tell anyone. She'd take matters into her own hands..

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Cordelia, peered behind the stone wall, a wooden bow in her hand. She was dressed in all black, as she leaned against the stone wall. She pressed herself against the cold stone wall. The cold wall, soaked through her bones. Slowly the red haired girl ran her hand along the bow, watching as three people walked along the stone path. Two boys.. And a girl.

I will get revenge for you Oliver.

"Did you see the look of terror on his face?" The blond girl chuckled. "And to think he thought of us as friends,"

"I know right? I can't believe he even had a crush on you. And to even think he had a chance with you?" The brown haired boy, chuckled, and slung his arm around the girl. "But he would never have a chance, right Azael, and Dolunay?" He asked

"Mhm, I guess he didn't realize I'm with you Awran," the girl said, poking Awran in the chest.

"I don't understand how he's even related to Princess Cordelia."

"I know right," the blond boy chuckled. Cordelia followed them, concealing herself in the shadows. Waiting for the right moment to strike.

"You should really watch what you say and do," Cordelia spoke softly, the three of them turned their heads in shock, their eyes wide with terror, as they watched a figure holding a bow and arrow. The princess's knuckles turned white, as she gripped the bow tighter in her fist.

The princess stood up straight, and reached down grabbing an steel arrow, lacing it through the bow string. She placed her index finger above the nook and her middle finger and ring finger below it.

With a single motion keeping her arms and bow bent very slightly to avoid snapping the bow, she released the string, watching as the arrow flew through the air and hit Awran. She watched as the brown haired boy fell to the ground in agony. The red haired girl watched as Dolunay screamed, as she watched her love fall to the ground. Cordelia then released one more arrow, and watched as the blond haired boy fell to the ground like a dead flies.

Dolunay screamed as she saw Cordelia holding a bow and arrow.

"P-please d-don't shoot m-me," the girl sobbed, dropping to her knees.

"Hm, be glad I believe in Selichah the Goddess of Forgiveness and second chances," Cordelia hissed, as she put the last arrow away. "Hopefully this teaches you to pick on someone your own size," Cordelia laughed, before turning away. "And don't think about snitching on me."

She just turned on her heel and walked away. Leaving Dolunay on the forest ground sobbing over her two friends' deaths. The red head could only hope she would learn from this... she hoped she'd never have to do something like this again. But she would if it meant keeping Oliver safe...

Cordelia sat up, in bed, her heart racing. W-what was that?

"It was just a dream," she whispered to herself. She knew she would never hurt a fly. Right? She wouldn't ever kill anyone. But the dream felt real. She shivered at the thought of killing people, especially children.

That wasn't the type of person she was. She didn't want to be a psycho killing people who hurt her loved ones. She was loved by everyone; she could never be a murder. Right? Right?

Her body trembles like a leaf in the wind, she felt as if there were butterflies in her stomach. And not the good kind.

But that dream felt as if she had actually done it, the thrill, the anger, the power, even the forgiveness. All of it felt real. Her hand hovered over her chest, feeling her heart. Her heart felt as if it was going to jump out of her chest, slowly she took deep breaths, before her heart beat finally slowed down. And she slowly fell back asleep. The unnerving dream, forgotten, as she fell into a peaceful sleep. 

8/15/23

Word count: 1143