In a world torn apart by centuries of enmity between elves and fairies, Brielle and Theon stand on opposite sides of a bloody divide. Brielle, a fierce and powerful fire-wielding fairy, is driven by vengeance and a desire to reclaim what was stolen...
"I just can't come between them, they've got their own thing." –Gracie Abrams
Theon
I walked to school with a grim expression. Why the hell?– would she. That early? I sigh and headed straight for my locker when I bumped into someone. "Can't you watch where your going?!" I snap.
"Looks like someone woke up in the wrong side of the bed" she rolls her eyes as she shoved pass me.
When I got to class I was already late. "Ah Mr. Golding I'm glad you can finally join us. Take a seat" the professor gestures for me to take my seat. "As I was saying, the pre-trials will be this Friday. And to those who joined the pre-trials I wish you all good luck"
Brielle
He gives us all a smile knowing that the trials isn't an easy task there are a lot of students who get hurt every year because of this. "Anyways let's begin class" he says as he turns to the board.
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"You know it's not too late to back out right?" My bestfriend asks as she walks backward while talking to me.
"I'm not backing out Stell, you know that?" She groans. "I know but it's dangerous".
"I live for danger. And besides I know what I'm doing" I roll my eyes. I get that she's worried but it's my choice and I really want to watch Theon fail when the trials begins. Speaking of which he seems like he's a bad mood today.
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It's the day of the pre-trials I just need to finish three rounds then the fun begins. The leather straps hugged my waist tightly, the black corset offering just enough flexibility for the trials ahead. My sword nightgale hung at my hips, their weight a familiar comfort. The snow clung to the gray sleeves beneath, but I barely felt the cold. In this outfit, I wasn’t just ready for the trials, I was ready to win.
Brielle's outfit:
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"Welcome students to the annual school Trials." Headmistress Leonora says. "To the students who are here I must say I'am very pleased of your bravery in doing such a task. The trials is not only for the benefit of the school but for you as well. It makes student sharp and show their hidden skills and make our school and our Kingdom proud" she says proudly.
Then a bunch of trumpets started to play. "Welcome the Royal Family of Etheria, High King Arnold, and High Queen Ophelia and their children, Prince Rune and Princess Elodie" the royal announcers says and everyone clapped. I look up at the bleachers where they are seated and I catch my father's gaze that screams make me proud daughter.
I look back down at the other participants and I see Theon and he gives me a smug look I roll my eyes and he strides over to me.
Theon strides toward me, that insufferable smugness practically radiating off him like a second skin. I hold his gaze for a moment before turning away, pretending he doesn’t exist. If there’s one thing I’ve mastered over the years, it’s not giving him the satisfaction of a reaction.
“You look nervous, princess,” he says, his voice low but taunting. “Afraid you’ll trip over your own feet during the first challenge?”
I scoff, folding my arms across my chest. “Please. You should worry about yourself. I hear your archery skills have been slipping.” I glance at his bow, slung casually over his shoulder. “Maybe you should’ve practiced more instead of preening in front of a mirror.”
His smirk deepens, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to hex it off his face. “Careful,” he replies. “That fiery temper of yours might burn you out before the Trials even begin.”
Before I can respond, Headmistress Leonora's voice booms again, silencing the crowd. “Let the Trials commence!”
The air buzzes with anticipation, and the ground beneath me feels like it’s humming with energy. I take a deep breath, squaring my shoulders. There’s no room for doubt—not with the weight of my father’s expectations and the eyes of the entire Kingdom of Etheria on me.
Theon steps closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “Good luck, Brielle. You’re going to need it.”
I glare at him, leaning in just enough for him to catch the steel in my tone. “Luck? Keep it. I don’t need luck to beat you.”
With that, I turn on my heel and walk toward the center of the arena, feeling the heat of his gaze on my back. Let the Trials begin.
The announcement of the first challenge sends a ripple of murmurs through the crowd. A booby-trapped maze, no magic allowed—only weapons. My fingers itch to summon a flame out of habit, but I clench them into fists instead. If they want us to rely on pure skill, then so be it.
The Headmistress gestures toward the looming structure ahead. The maze stands tall, its stone walls veiled in shadows and vines. The air is heavy with the promise of danger.
“The first to exit the maze wins,” Headmistress Leonora declares. “Your weapons will be your only allies.”
I glance at Theon, who’s already securing his bow and quiver. He catches me looking and offers a mock salute. Arrogant jerk.
“Ready to get lost, Brielle?” he taunts, stepping closer.
I roll my eyes. “Ready to eat dust?” I counter, pulling a dagger from its sheath at my thigh. Its weight feels reassuring in my hand.
“Contestants, to your positions!” Leonora calls out.
We file into the starting line, tension thick in the air. My heart beats faster, not from fear but from sheer determination. As soon as the horn sounds, I’m sprinting into the maze, dagger at the ready.
The air inside is damp, the walls narrowing as I take my first turn. Almost immediately, the floor shifts beneath me, and I leap forward just as a pit opens where I stood. The faint sound of someone behind me cursing tells me someone wasn’t so lucky.
“Too easy,” I mutter, pressing on.
The maze isn’t just traps; it’s alive. Vines whip out at me from the walls, forcing me to duck and roll. Sharp blades swing from nowhere, their edges gleaming. I slide under one, the blade slicing so close I feel the wind on my skin.
Somewhere in the distance, I hear an arrow thwack against something metallic. Theon’s nearby. Of course, he’d be making progress; the maze seems tailor-made for his skills.
But this isn’t just about speed. It’s about survival.
I take a sharp turn and find myself face-to-face with a mechanical guardian—a towering construct of gears and blades. Its eyes glow red as it locks onto me.
“No magic, huh?” I mutter under my breath, tightening my grip on the dagger. “Fine. Let’s see how good I really am.”
