Mess It Up|| Shadow and Bone

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔗𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔢 - 𝔓𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔭𝔥𝔬𝔫𝔢

ravka, os alta

- EVERYONE WAS RUSHING AROUND IN THE GRAND PALACE THE DAY THE QUEEN OF THE NORTH CAME. The night of her arrival, Persephone decided not to visit her dreams. She didn't want her figuring out who she was too soon.

But there were others she could talk to, with nothing at risk. Nyra was the only one who knew who she truly was. She had considered and re-considered thousands of times about whether she wanted to tell the General or not.

It was hard for her to decide but it would be even harder for her to tell him.

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The next morning, Persephone's seamstress came in with a few other maids. She fixed the ruffles on the bottom of the dress that was lying on the edge of Persephone's bed.

"It should be ready for the presentation today, Your Majesty," the other woman said politely.

"Thank you," as the maids bowed and turned to leave, Persephone spoke again. "And please have Genya come." her seamstress bowed her head slightly."Of course, Ms. Safin will be brought right away," with that, they filed out of the room leaving her to get ready. Instead of putting on the dress, she pulled on leather pants, a loose shirt, and boots. As she buttoned up her shirt, she opened one of the drawers in her vanity desk.

She pulled out a letter opener and put it in her ponytail, making it look like a gold pin amongst her long, dark brown curls. She slid on rings on each of her fingers and opened another drawer full of necklaces.

Each necklace had a bottle full of different liquids or dust or sand in them. She picked up one of them that had a dark purple sparkling dust in it. It was titled 'Mistress of All Evil', her mother, the queen, had gotten the necklaces as birthday gifts, a new bottle each year. Nobody took the labels seriously, but underneath, and used properly, they could create powerful spells. While Grisha summoned and manipulated Small Science, the witches in the Wandering Isle could cast spells with certain rituals, ingredients and steps.

Persephone was a Shadow Summoner amongst Grisha, but in the Wandering Isle, she was just a girl, a witch, a powerful one. She opened another drawer with a lock on it. While most Durasts knew how to get past locks, they did not have any information on how to get past witches' locks.

She pressed her hand against the lock gently. "Daorun."

The lock clicked and she pulled it open. Inside was a void of the darkest shadows, she reached her inside feeling around for something. As she felt around inside she listed off what she felt to remember what she had put in there even though none of the things she touched were what she was looking for. Yet. Unicorn Horn. Chimera Fang. She touched something slightly wet and pulled her hand out and sighed. Silvery-white colored blood covered her hand. "Ah, Angel Head, wonderful, was wondering where I put that," she told herself.

She reached back in and grasped a bag. She pulled her hand out again, the bag in her clutches. She opened it and pulled out a second necklace and a third bottle without a chain. There was no bottom of the bag, it was endless having whatever she needed in it when she needed it.

She clasped the necklace around her neck, the blood getting on her skin more. She dug through the bag. Mermaid Tears. She dipped her fingers in the bottle and dragged them along her skin where the blood was, the white-silvery, thick liquid disappearing off her neck and hands. She put the bottle filled with glittery teal liquid back in the bag. The necklace had a charm in the shape of a black wolf on it.

She stood up properly again and sat in the chair in front of the desk, the second bottle in her hand. She took the cap off and downed it, the bottle filling itself back up, as per enchantment.