WELCOME TO MY NEW STORY!
A lot can happen in nine hundred years, like a lot. For example, a person is born in twelve-century Camelot, manifests magic, and has to keep it hidden because she's the heir to a magic-hating king. 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 king so the only ones that know of her feelings are her heart and the castle walls.
War. Being ripped away from those you love. Growing stronger. Being cursed. Anger. Frustration. Watching the years go by as you stay the same. Having to adapt, without being able to change yourself. Finding a purpose but feeling guilty about it. The pain in your heart never relents. Becoming a being of judgment, revenge, and protection so no one may suffer the way you have. Spending centuries growing your power and becoming a legend soon to be forgotten. 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 flowers for the table settings?" my boss from the cafe asks but I know it's not really a question.
"Of course Sir, can you write down the address?" I respond waiting for him to hand me the piece of paper. I tap my shoe in nervousness.
He hands me the address and I get into the cafe's transporting truck. I type in the address and drive towards the flower shop. It's a cute place at the edge of town, or rather it's not a shop more like a small farm. When I get there, there're three cars outside. It's gorgeous here. I take the order papers out of the glove compartment and head to the front booth. A girl is working there with her dark brown, almost having a little red, hair in a messy side braid and greenish-gray eyes darting around papers and writing things down. I get closer and while she's distracted I see her whole face. A scar on the left side of her face, running down her face from her eyebrow to her cheekbone, and one on her chin makes. I stop only a few feet from her. Familiarity strikes me, I know who she is! Azara Pendragon. It has to be her, I'd recognize her in all my lifetimes! I stand there frozen looking at her. Memories come flooding back to when we first met.
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 and jewelry adorning her figure with a crown on her head!? She's the princess! I quickly get on my knee in respect. She comes towards me and I hear her giggle before extending her hand to me.
"You don't have to do that! Please." she insists on me taking her hand "My name is Azara. What's yours Merlin's apprentice?"
She gives me the warmest smile I've ever seen in my life as I take her hand and stand. I take a breath. She's the first person to acknowledge me as Merlin's apprentice and not his errand boy. Her greenish-gray eyes stare at me waiting for an answer. I clear my throat.
"It's Hisirdoux Casparen, Your Majesty." I bow my head. She lifts my chin with her index finger and says.
"I told you to call me Azara or even Zara if you want." She smiles, tilts her head, and turns to look at the bookshelf reading the books' spines. She leaves me breathless and I only just met her. I think as my face is ten shades of red.
"So where does Merlin keep his magical botany books?" she asks looking through a book and putting it back on the shelf, then grabbing another.
"Well I was in the middle of organizing them so I don't know, sorry," I explain still looking at her. 'She's beautiful'.
"Oh, that's ok! I'll help you finish tidying up! And that way we can get to know each other and I can find some botany books!" She excitedly says putting her hands together and facing me, "If that's ok with you Hisirdoux?"
"Douxie, you can call me Douxie...Zara." I answer as a yes. Hopefully, she understood it that way.
"Great! Well, let's get started Douxie~." She smiles so big it looks like it hurts. I could get used to her smiling at me like that.
"Hello?" her voice snaps me away from my thoughts. I look directly in her eyes and they seem not to recognize me...like at all. She raises her eyebrow and stares at me in confusion.
"Did you need something?" she sounds a little annoyed and my heart feels a little heavier. I hand her the pick-up papers and she takes them.
"I'm here to pick up this order." I say. She looks over the order, signs at the bottom of the paper and takes something from under the booth to give me.
"These are part of the order, it's to put in the water so the flowers won't die as quickly." she turns away and waves her hand for me to follow. We head toward the back where they keep the mobile orders and she points to all the bins that are the cafe's.
"Just load them in the truck and you can leave, that's it." she sighs and goes to leave.
"Wait you didn't tell me your name." I say trying to see if what I'm thinking is crazy.
"It's Scarlet Pen, now bye I have other things to do." She turns and leaves towards the flower field.
Maybe she just doesn't remember me but I'm not giving up. I'm gonna get her to remember me. I've waited 900 years to see her smile again I'm not giving up now.
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Guys, I know this is short but it's only the first chapter the others will be longer I promise. Hope you liked it stay tuned for next week! and remember:
Eat, Drink water, and GO TO SLEEP! <3
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