When we were children we'd play
Out in the streets just dipped in fate
When we were children we'd say
That we don't the meaning of
Fear
Arabelle's POV
"Werewolves."
"Werewolves?"
"Vampires!"
"Vampires?"
"Yes, and Hybrids, Witches and-"
"William where are all these creatures now? I've never seen them, therefore they don't exist. I say those are just bedtime stories to scare children like us." My overconfident, eight year old self stated.
Sliding off the stone bench, I spun around to meet the dark brown eyed boy I had grown attached too; my best friend William Lenchen. His eyes looked up to mine, completely absorbed in the tales of the supernatural.
We were sitting in my family's beautiful garden while he read from his over-used journal of myths. Or so I called them, he looked at them as the truth. There was a slight breeze as the many flowers and bushes swayed, sending a pleasant scent through the air.
"Arabelle, there is more to our world then just humans as I see it. Why do you think no one ventures past the Dark Forest, or goes out into the fields past sunset?" William explained.
Thinking about it, I couldn't come to a conclusion as to why people feared venturing past the Kingdom's limits. It was the rules, and that was what we were told.
Kicking a rock to the side with my brown, laced up boots; I huffed loudly. Lifting up my chin, I turned towards William and stuck out my tongue childishly, something I normally did when I was proven wrong. My elegant mother attempted to make a lady out of me, but failed time after time.
A grin crept onto my best friends, already handsome, 11 year-old face as he to slid off the stone bench. Carefully placing the story book back into his pocket, he started to walk away down the cobblestone path leading back home. He spun around an scrunched up his face sarcastically.
"Sticking out one's tongue isn't lady like, Arabelle." He explained comically, placing his arms behind his back; gazing at the little girl he had grown up with.
Sticking my tongue back into my mouth, I stayed where I was. I knew he had to leave for dinner, but I would hopefully see him tomorrow, not really having any other friends besides him in the village.
"You'll be back around again tomorrow right, Will?" I asked, my tone laced with hopefulness.
"My family is to make their way to the Trinivantin Palace early tomorrow morning, so I wont be seeing you for a couple of days. I want to visit Nicholas, seeing as I haven't seen him much after his parents took him out of school for training." He said solemnly.
Sadness crept into my young heart, I twiddled my small fingers together as I looked down not wanting to meet his gaze. I knew he had distant family friends in the Palace, and he became a close to King Xander's son, Nicholas. Nicholas was next in line for the throne, thus the training. I had met him a few times, but I tended to be shy towards the royalty of our secluded kingdom.
"Okay, I'll see you soon then?" I suggested, dreading the next couple of days without my best friend.
"Of course, Arabelle." William replied while he turned from me and walked down the path, away from my family's backyard garden. He lived close by, and had no other siblings in his house but himself. I had two overbearing brothers, seeing as I was the little girl of the family; they were quite protective.
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Lover Of The Last
Lãng mạnShe was the one they needed. She was the one he was destined to find. The Lover of the Last. The kingdom has gone on without contact with shape-shifters, blood-demons or witches for decades. Until people start getting murdered again. Arabelle has a...
