Wrote off my race car. Yay😣
Key:
(E/C)= Eye Colour
(S/T)= Sword Type
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•-Your POV-•
"SURPRISE!" The sudden break of silence startled (Y/N) to the floor. She screamed in agony, but it wasn't from the fall. It was caused by...
A metallic purple glow, like northern lights, that spiralled around (Y/N)'s crippled petite form. She stumbled across the cold floor before collapsing, shrieking in anguish. Her servants screamed in terror as strange purple beams of light emitted from (Y/N)'s back. Intense magics pried at her young spine, tearing through her shirt with ease. The agony grew as a pair of pitch black dragons wings took form. They were humongous, as if they previously belonged to the King himself. The metallic mauve magic crystallised, orbiting her newly sprouted wings like the rings of Saturn.
(Y/N)'s shrieking paused instantaneously. The grimace abandoned her youthful face as she stood. The surrounding servants where pale, stunned by the intense power radiating from (Y/N) frail form.
"The Phantom Knight." An elderly snarled which snared (Y/N)'s attention from behind her. She spun around to meet the petrified faces of her servants.
"W-what's going on?" (Y/N)'s sweet little voice whimpered as hot tears pricked her soft cheeks.
"(Y/N). You are no longer welcome here." Shirley spoke as if she no longer cared. She acted as if she forgot the memories with (Y/N), the ups, the downs. It seemed it didn't matter now.
"B-but, I love you. Mummy?" A waterfall of tears began saturating (Y/N)'s shirt. The 5 year olds brain couldn't process what was happening.
"I'm not your mother. You killed yours. I'm merely your servant, to fill in for that gap. Your father doesn't want you, considering you MURDERED the love of his life."
Tears ceased. Heartbeat ceased. Emotions ceased. The metallic purple magic returned, caressing (Y/N)'s lower arms. Ribbons slid down both arms like serpents, ready to kill. The ribbons took form, crystallising into two large (S/T)'s. (Y/N)'s once innocent (E/C) eye was now just as abysmal as her fathers. The servants ran to safety, squealing like children, except for Shirley.
"That's a good girl. Use that anger. Concentrate it through your weapon. Your ribbon weapons are summoned by anger. Anger fuels it's energy, making it powerful. You have only mastered the art of summoning weapons, when you disprove everything that I just told you." Why didn't she run away like the others? Stupid woman. With that, (Y/N) darted for Shirley, pouncing while slashing a single sword. Shirley dodges her attack with ease.
"Did you forget that I was a knight in my youthful years (Y/N)?" Her twisted smirk aggravated (Y/N), causing her to release a growl. Her blood boiled! That's ENOUGH!
"You. Are. Nothing." (Y/N) whispered. With a swipe of her miniature hand, a wall of blistering purple flames erupted from the solid end stone from underneath. The floor violently shook while Shirley melted to nothing in the flames of the Phantom Knight. The wall dematerialised, leaving a scar through the floor. Shirley has long evaporated from existence. It was here where (Y/N) realised she desperately wanted to leave. And she knew nothing but a single way to do so. Kill her father.
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Sorry for the short chapter, I had NAPLAN testing😰
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