I think she's asleep. I don't want her to enter my room. A mini library with a large mirror. I pull my coat off. The pain has gotten worse since we got back. It's burning. It's a pain I haven't felt for so long. I see something on my white shirt. My eyes widen.
"No. This isn't possible." I mutter.
It's been a really long time since it bled. I pull off my shirt. I feel it. I wince. I haven't seen blood in a long time. It's honestly making me a little queasy. I feel my stomach churn like butter. I grip it. How is this possible? It hasn't bled since... far back. I run my hand over the scar.
"Merlin?" I hear Snow.
"I'm busy." I say.
She can't come in here. She mustn't see this scar. It's a horrible reminder of when I was... different to say the least. I grab the desk. I grip the wound, so the blood doesn't drip onto the floor.
"I'm sorry. I thought it would be fun." She says.
"It's fine Snow. Really but can we talk about this later?" I ask.
"Of course. Yeah. I'm going to go to bed. I'll see you soon." She says.
"Good night." I call.
Her footsteps fade. I let out a breath. I turn to myself, and I see my eyes having a tint of glowing white. I draw back. I haven't... my eyes stopped. I thought they did stop. I thought... I could've sworn my form had changed into this for good. Something is happening today and will continue to happen.
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𝔐𝔞𝔷𝔦𝔯𝔬𝔞𝔱𝔥
FantasyI can't believe I only have one Red Shoes and the Seven Dwarfs. So, I decided to change all that. 5,000 years ago, the demon general Maziroath created a dark curse after the entire demon army tried to take over Fairy Tale Island. The curse was said...
