~Red Revenge~ (Douxie x OC)

1|Flower Garden

WELCOME TO MY NEW STORY!  

         A lot can happen in nine hundred years. For example, a person can be born in twelfth-century Camelot, manifesting magic, and having to keep it hidden because she's the heir to a magic-fearing kingdom. On top of that, she falls in love with the kingdom's most powerful wizard's apprentice, who also possesses magical abilities. She knows her love will never be accepted by the kingdom, so the only ones who know of her feelings are her heart and the castle's walls. 

          Battle. Being ripped away from those she loved. Trying to heal even if just a little, despite the things holding her down. Anger. Frustration. Watching the years go by as she stays the same. Having to adapt, without being able to change herself. Forced on a purpose and feeling guilty about it. The pain in her heart never relents, only growing deeper with the centuries that pass. Becoming a being of judgment, revenge, and protection so no one may suffer the way she has. Spending centuries growing her power and becoming a legend, soon be forgotten without recognition. Now she finally finds friends, family, a home. But will they be enough to heal the wounds he left?

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Douxie's POV 

"Douxie, will you get the flower order for the table settings?" The boss, a bristly older man with a palpable French accent and salt-n-pepper hair, asks me. With a clipboard in hand, checking off things on its list, showing his organized nature a bit extra this morning.

"Of course, Sir. Same place as always?" I reply with a nod, taking off the apron around my waist. His response back is a simple agreemental nod in my direction as he tosses me the restaurant's work truck keys. 

With his confirmation, I head out to the back, getting into the truck and heading towards the 'flower shop'. It's such a beautiful place, and many people are stunned when they learn it's surrounded by a small field of flowers and other plants. There are a few ways to get there, but since I'm going for 'business', I take the quickest route. Pulling into the lot, my eyes notice the few cars outside. I hope this goes swiftly; I wouldn't want my boss reprimanding me for taking so long. Grabbing the order papers from my pocket, I get out of the truck, approaching the main building. 

Once in the small building, I look around at the plants and decor hung on the walls. This place never ceases to amaze me; it feels like stepping into a warm embrace of the past every time. Then, as I step up to the employee counter, my body completely stops working, and my mind has almost gone blank. Usually, the girl who works the counter is a high school girl named Darci, but today it's a different woman. 

A few steps in front of me, writing down in a strange book, stands behind the counter a woman with auburn brown hair braided to the side, sun-kissed skin, and unforgettable greenish-gray eyes. That same face my mind played again and again, trying desperately to never forget, and there she was. Standing a few feet away from me like a ghost, my mind convinced itself was gone entirely, and yet it's still undeniably her. Even with centuries clearly taking their toll, the most noticeable ones are the scar that goes down from her left eyebrow to her cheekbone and another on her chin. Her presence the very reason why it feels like I could choke on my own breath if I tried to speak, even then I stand there and revel in her beauty, unchanged in my eyes. My best friend, the only one I trusted with every secret, story, and smile...Azara Pendragon...still the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

So now...seeing her here, is this a sign? A chance to catch up where our stories were torn apart? Or a new beginning?

The day started with my usual chores and wizardly interruptions, but eventually I got to my current task. Organizing Merlin's ridiculously large collection of books, which I realize should have been done a few days ago already, but no matter. Now, sighing and huffing, I rushed to organize the tall stacks of books around Merlin's workshop. Until suddenly I heard the door creak, my heart hitched at the thought of it being Merlin with his disapproving scowl.