Elena, a DemonBlood, when she discovers she is the rightful heir of The Grayscape, she must claim her throne. She will need Logan's help and many others to overthrow her controlling mother.But after falling in love with the Guard sent to retrieve he...
In the morning I decided that I needed to find a way back to the hut. Scaling a tree, I looked out over the woods, seeing it in the distance.
Maybel come up here, we are going to fly back to the hut.. Maybel jumps from branch and sits beside me.
Are you sure that this is the best course of action? She asks me in my head.
Yes I think back to her.
Me and Maybel flew back to the hut, the ground blurring below us from the high speeds of flying. When we arrived, I skidded on the ground, kicking up clouds of dust. Not waiting for the dust to clear, I stormed into the hut, to find Margret the Indian at the stove again, mixing.
"Where has Logan gone?" I ask her, nervously pacing around the room, staring at Marget's dreadlocks waiting for her to answer.
"Home." She said.
"Where is that?" I asked her. She turned around and looked at me.
"The palace." She answered, she gave nothing away, and I wondered what the heck was going on.
"Ok..." I drawled out and paused. "And why exactly is he there, isn't he the guard?" I asked. Why wound't Marget agree that was the reason he was there.
"I'm sorry." Marget said to me. Why? I wondered. Her kind did not exhibit feelings like most people, so it must be bad. Was Logan the queens huntress?
"He is the son of the neighbooring kindom. He is a hostage, and is supposed to marry someone of the Grayscape's kindgom. The Queen wants to marry him to her step-daughter, instead of you. The real one bound to marry him. Logan is one of the most powerful people in existence, and the Queen wants to get rid of him after the marriage is sealed." She said remorseful.
NO I think. This can't be happening, Logan a prince!? What was happening with my life!
I ran outside and collapsed near the river, staring into its depths. The rose covered tree sat there, and I leaned my back against it. The small lantern swung to and fro, as I petted Maybel between the ears.
What are we going to do? I asked her. She shook her head softly, tickling my fingers.
I don't know Elena, I don't know.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
