The Cruel Crown (A Young Elites Fanfiction)

Rose Aura

Her gentle fingers pull her velvet black cloak over her head, hiding her hair from near passerbyers.

The jump from the mosaic window left her ankle twisted out of place. She is professional at agility and at being graceful with her movements. Though, her fall that would kill any untrained girl was only minor, she just landed wrong.

I really do adore my combat boots, but sometimes they can be a pain in the ankle.

Nyx recruited her, The Ghost can disappear completely, if only for moments. She can manipulate people into showing them their worst fear. Though, that power scares even Nyx herself and she refuses to touch that energy again.

Nyx came all the way from the Sunlands, very far from where Rose was brought up. Before she was saved, she was a starving little girl who was tossed out of her family, out of the fortune and into the alleyways to scavenge and fend for herself.

Nyx did not join them on this op because she can not even hold a blade without faltering. Enzo is training her too, but they are getting nowhere.

I don't even remember how many bodies I've killed or at least of the ones who attacked first.

She sadly reminisces in the hardships she's endured.

She's been on the streets too long, ever since she became a malfetto. The Daggers granted her haven. Rose learnt fast of what her ability was and used that to her advantage and she quickly attained how to wield the blade's edges to cut.

People—robbers, assassins, and troublemakers—have tried and very much failed to kill her. She has wit and tactics that she uses to win her battles. She was not very tough at first and was weak with her weapon but grasped the knowledge that it kills easily.

She may not be as skilled as any of the other members but she can properly use both seraphs. Enzo has been training her in the art. She has killed too many that have tried to get in her way.

And I am proud of it.

Her double seraphs are hidden covertly inside her cloak. Before she was cast out of her family, she stole the golden blades, a precious heirloom.

The next time she is here, in Kenettra, but standing alone and not on a mission, she will kill them all. Her mother, her father, her older brothers who mocked her and teased her, told her she was worthless and stupid. Said she was a devil's spawn, unworthy of holding the family title.

Aura, I abhor that surname.

She will chastise them all with the undeniable fate of death, quick, but not painless. Let them endure the thoughts of a child whose family threw her and disowned her because of her marks.

She's not lost or helpless anymore, she is a girl who has learned the hard way.

She walks on the docks, not glancing up to anyone or they might see her mark. She is a malfetto marked by her demon red eyes.

Her power is elite speed, like teleportation, where she can appear and disappear just as fast, knock her enemies to their knees and push her dagger through their souls to a point where there is nothing left.

The docks are bustling with activity. People loading and unloading imports and exports. Ever since Adelina killed off the Night King, all ports have been shut down. And ever since Adelina usurped the throne, Kenettra has never and will not ever be the same to her again.