I looked up to the three of them with begging expression on my face. But they didn't move they did come closer and they didn't help.
What's happening to me?
I fell to the floor and breathing heavily trying to take in deep breaths but each time I breath the air seems to be pushed back out in hollows screams of help.
I felt as if the world was spinning but I was stuck.
Stuck alone with no one else.
As if I had to run to just stay with everyone, as if I had to run constantly just to be with everyone else.
I'm done with running after a fake life.
The embers had fallen to the floor around me and left a dark suit on the floor staining the once green grass to a dark bed of ashes. I lay still scared that one move could start the pain again.
What just happened?
"Scarlet?" I heard Stephane voice echo slightly. They seem so far away and this whole thing feels fake. I move my eyes to look at them their faces filled with nothing but horror.
"What" I reply weakly still trying to pick myself back up. I manage to kneel up and I catch a glimpse of black hair running past my face.
I quickly pulled my hair down and it fell past my shoulders like a water full of pure darkness. I felt their eyes burning into me so I pulled my gaze back towards them. Their faces didn't look any more relaxed.
I stood up slowly and felt pain in my back and shoulders and felt something brush past my legs.
I looked around quickly seeing large wings covered in dark feathers tower over me they fell to my ankles and they felt heavy and I felt slightly unbalanced and fell back to my knees, my hands hit the dark ashy ground and cause a burst of energy to surge through the floor and push a wave of air to surround me.
What have I become?
The ashes which were pushed up by the wind settled back down and once again covered the grass.
"Scarlet?" His voice felt so comforting but before I could look up I felt a hand on my face and I looked up. He always been there I just refused to see him.
"That's not her name." Christopher said looking at me with pure shock still.
"It's koraki the lost princess of hells gates" he states and look at him confused slightly "well she's now the queen" he repeated.
"This isn't who I want to be." I felt the words fall out of my mouth before I could stop them.
"You don't have to my child you need to fight the evil and find the good inside you'' I looked up at him and felt my eyes water what if there is no good inside me. I suddenly felt a calm sensation running over me and a literal weight was lifted from my back. "why did they go?"
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Perfect scars
RomancePerfect, having all the required or desirable elements, qualities, or characteristics; as good as it is possible to be. You may think you know what perfect is. You may even think you know someone who is perfect. But then you'd be wrong. Because ev...