~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. You finally find friends with magical abilities. But will they be enough to fill the hole he left?    

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Douxie's POV 

"Douxie, will you get the flower order for the table settings?" My boss asks, holding a clipboard in his hands, checking off different tasks that need to be

 done.

"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 huff and a nod in my direction as he tosses the restaurant's work truck keys for me to catch. 

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 by the place when they find out that it's surrounded by a small field of flowers and different plants. There are a few ways to get there, but since I'm going for "business", I take the quickest route. As I pull 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. Pulling out 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; the place feels like stepping into a warm embrace of the past. Then, as I step up to the employee counter, my lungs completely stop working. 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, slightly tanned skin, and greenish gray eyes. Azara PenDragon, my best friend, or at least she was. I haven't seen her in centuries. I thought she was gone, but here she is. The centuries have left their imprint on her face, including a scar on the left side of her face running down from her eyebrow to her cheekbone, and the one on her chin sharpens the outline of her face. Time may have had its hand with us, but she's still as beautiful as the day I first met her.....

I'm organizing Merlin's bookshelf when I hear the door creak. I flinch, thinking it might be Merlin.

"Merlin, is it ok if I borrow some of...," a girl's head peaks from the door, "your books?" She looks at me, confused. Then a glimmer in her eyes appears, looking excited to see me. She enters the room, and I notice her gold and red gown, jewelry adorning her figure, with a crown on her head!? She's the princess! I quickly get on my knees in respect. She comes towards me, and I hear her giggle before extending her hand to me.