Y/N Wistaria is the last of her bloodline. Being the last fae in the world doesn't help either. Born in America Y/N runs away from her aunt and makes her way to Japan. Getting kidnapped almost as soon as she sets foot in this new place, will she be...
❖A/n: This chapter will be from Y/n's ancestors' POV❖
"Look who's back!" A slightly transparent figure exclaimed as she floated right in front of the female. She mirrored Y/n's outstretched hands before getting into a fit of giggles.
"Stop that Sakura she might sense your presence!" The little girl turned around to another girl who seemed around 13 years old. They both wore old-fashioned clothing dating back a few hundred years.
"Bla mind you own business Yui!" Sakura said sticking her tongue at her older sister. Yui crossed her arms across her chest as she floated to Sakura.
"I shouldn't even try, you are just a 6-year-old who doesn't know reason," she countered with a smirk. The little girls became red with anger,
"You take that back you little—"
"DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME A—"
"Enough both of you." A stern voice cut in through their squabbling. They both froze and slowly turned around. A woman floated to them, long gown rippling. The women's hair twisted into a fancy bun and the front split loosely before going to the back. Pinned by a bandeau hairpin, the end is decorated with a blue butterfly gem. Her gown matched perfectly and her blue locks cascaded behind her.
Her hands folded neatly giving her a sense of authority. It was shown in her every movement and her icy blue eyes. She looked no older than a teenager but those eyes held so much knowledge that it demanded respect.
A man was with her, quite young a katana adorning his waist. His dark navy blue hair was spikey and was swept over his right eye that had an eye patch. His other eye showed a brilliant golden hue. "Oh shit Xiao is here too!?" Sakura said in a small voice.
"Shut up they'll hear," Yui hissed.
"We heard loud and clear," the women spoke making both girls flinch.
"Sorry, Lady Ernia."
The man beside her sighed as he glanced at Y/n and the dual-haired boy crossing a stream. His lips curled in amusement as the boy nearly fell while Y/n merely landed gracefully on the other side. He tucked his hands into his pant pockets. His finger grazed the envelope inside. He pulled it out, what was this again? he thought dead-panning at the paper. His mind flashed to the hooded figure that had somehow come in here. Oh right, he looked back to Y/n. I need to give this to her.
"Sheesh don't be so hard on them," another lady arrived. Her bright pink hair flowing in soft curls as she stood next to her. "They're still children. Ah, the youth reminds me of the good old days, right?"
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"Yes, they were truly—"
"BLOODY!"
"Nakano!" Both girls exclaimed running to the newcomer. The female was dressed as a warrior, armor still present. Scars littered her body and many weapons were on display. She had a wide grin on her face which turned into shock.
