The Fate Of The Red Eyed Girl

chapter 1: The Eye Of Zalora

The eye of Zalora, a sacred artifact that first gave the Zalorites their power and strange abilities, by drawing the energy from the eye, they could amass enough power to gain a human form. From simple spirits, flowers, butterflies, animals, birds, basically anything that had breath in it could gain a human form.

But great power attracts unwanted attention. They said it can grant a person one wish, it's also said that it can grant a person enough power to trample anything in their way, it can make nations bow down at your feet.

With such rumours spreading far and wide, a bloody war soon ensued between the Zalorites and the rest of the world and the underworld itself. Humans at their front and Demons on their backs, the Zalorites fought with all their might. The war lasted for decades, and resulted in the destruction of many cities, forests, and mountains. The eye of Zalora was lost in the chaos, and no one knows where it is now.

Larisa gently closed the book and let out an exasperated sigh, she caressed the books worn out cover and smiled.

The legend of the eye of Zalora, If Zalora really exists or not, she didn't know, She liked to read the book now and again to reminisce the times when her mother would read it to her when she was little.

"Don't you want to go and found out if it's real?" a whisper was heard in her ear, despite being the only person in the room.

"It's not real," Larisa answered calmly.

She has been hearing this whisper for years now, at first she was scared, then confused, she thinks of it as her inner voice that she imagines due to being isolated for so long. She came to this conclusion when she found out that only she can hear it, even when it talks with people around, only she can hear it.

"Zalora sounds like a magical place,"

"It does," Larisa said as she set the book aside on the bedside table.

She glanced at the open window, a few lays of light had started to appear in the horizon. The array of colours at dawn reflected on her red eyes making then shine with a rainbow of colours, just like how the eye of Zalora was described to shine in the light.

She got up from the bed, dressed in her training gear and took the red ribbon as she went out of her room and into her back yard to practice.

She manipulated the ribbon to hit the tree in-front of her, then twirled it faster to hit all the leaves falling from the tree, her eyes squinted in focus. The simple ribbon in her hands turned into a deadly weapon, it slithered in the air like an angry viper, it's fangs biting the leaves and kicking them out of the air so fast that only a red after image could be seen in the air as she twirled it faster, attacking harder.

Her ears pricked up as the sound of a dry branch breaking came from behind her, she turned her heard slightly as one corner of her lips turned upwards, her hand clenched around the handle of the ribbon whilst sending it outward to strike at the place the sound came from but only ended up hitting a few flying leaves.

"Still too slow princess." Said a monotonous voice from behind her

Larisa turned around to find the woman she was trying to attack walking back and forth on the veranda railings.

Reaching out her hand, the woman's hand glided over the wind chimes above her while giving a sideways glance at Larisa.

Larisa rolled her crimson eyes and said defensively, "you're just faster."

Fay jumped off the railing and came to her side, "improve instead of finding excuses for your shortcomings."

Fays answers where still as curt and hurtful as ever, Larisa let out a sigh, "forget it, it's no use talking to you anyway."

Fay scratched the back of her neck, "But you have improved a lot, keep up the good work." She said while looking awkwardly in the opposite direction.

Larisa smiled as she wiped the sweat on her forehead, "Thanks."

"well, I will leave now, it's getting late." Fay excused herself and left in a hurry.

Larisa looked at the risen sun and went back to her room to get ready for her morning greetings. No matter how much she didn't like to socialize, as a princess, there were some things that she still needed to do, and greeting her foster mother, the Consort was one of them.