To say she wanted power was an understatement.
You would think that as royalty, she'd have all the power in the world. Yet, you'd be wrong. Towards the higher ups, she has the power of an unborn baby.
The reasoning for wanting the power is not to ru...
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Steady and calm your breathing to a low level. Stay self aware as you control the energy clinging into the inner core of your body. Sharp breaths. Keep your focus on the hand, and keep your memory at the spell. Do nothing but stare at your fingertips, before igniting the magic on the countdown.
Three...
Two...
One!
SSHWUWUWUuuu...
The sound, more so, the lack of power in her delivery, sounded like a fork being scraped against a chalkboard. The only feeling to describe her thoughts after the one thousandth seven hundred and third loss, was a bus being thrown straight into her skull at full force.
... Songs V. Musicals kneeled down to the cold hard floor, as she stared at the small spark intended to be a powerful, outstanding magic spell, flowing down to the floor with a small crackle and nothing more. She looks down at where the small sprinkle of magic was slowly fading away, before her eyes darted back to the two figures staring at her in disappointment. Her parents, the royalty of the kingdom she was standing atop, the people who gave her life itself, the people who went through such intimacy and pain to give her the life she now yields; disappointed, in her. Of course, it wasn't anything new. Usually, after having a bus tossed as you so many times, your nerves grow used to the pain, don't they? "We have taught you such spell ten times over, my dear. How shameful can one being of such blood be?" Her mother spoke harshly, the coldness in her tone almost as freezing as the as the snow sliding down from beneath the clouds of the blue sky. Her father did not bother to lift his tongue. He stared at her, the venom in his expression equating to that of a black widow. She stood up, her legs trembling beneath her upper, as she opened her mouth to speak - yet, the words were hard to get out. The minimum her vocal chords could manage were simple "I"s and "you"'s, with a batter of "sorry" mixed into a jumbled mess. She laid down the pressure onto her chest to force an actual sentence out, which resulted in a small and quiet tone to speak "I didn't mean to mess it up Father, Mother, it was just a pra–" "Silence, Musicals." Her father had spoken up in a raised voice after the long, fierce mental combat of silence. "You are a disgrace to this family. To show such a failure those of the outside of this palace would be nothing but an insult to the people who have been so generous as to give us this life. I expect you to be doing nothing in your library but working on being less of a nuisance towards our tree."
A small pause of silence. A droplet of water mumbled the silence temporarily, before she had spoken up to help up the volume alongside the small sound. Yet, she felt just as small as that drop. Her voice was just as loud as it. It would never be able to speak up towards these figures.
"...Yes, father."
She walks into her room and gently closed the door behind her.
