Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
Their sharp scream pierces into my mind and gives me nightmares each and every single night.
My whole brain becomes fogged with flaming memories and my nose fulls with the putrid stench of blood and burnt flesh.
Since that day, I have become the mere shell of the girl I used to be.
My mother's fingers trailing through my hair and her light whispers against my ear.
My father's bandaged hands handing me a piece of hard earned bread.
And then the darkness that embraces them as soon as the oil ignites from beneath them and they shout with sullen eyes.
"Noooo. Nooo."
And finally, the cunning, smirking fae of the hideous man who stands over them like a divine creature.
The crowned prince.
I pant as layers of anger begin to coat my skin.
I get ready.
I grunt and thrust the heavy axe over while imagining the piece of wood as his smirking, ugly face and hit hard.
So hard that the wood breaks into bits and pieces.
One word courses through my head.
Revenge.
Revenge.
Revenge.
Nothing else.
It's my sole aim in life.
Whether I die of commit treason, I will kill that bastard.
But before killing him, I have so many more other plans.
After all, revenge is a dish best served cold.
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Thank you for reading this chapter.
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It's just the beginning and there is so much that remains to be told.
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FantasyRazielle has always had only one desire since the day her parents were burnt to death. To give the man who killed them a slow and painful death. But that man is one other than the crowned prince of Silla and she is no more than a low class slave and...
