Long live the Queen.
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"It's been hell meeting you, Damon Salvatore. Goodbye"
In the final book of the Reign series, Calla Ames was a girl who got drawn into the darkness that ultimately destroyed her. Her name being whispered throughout the...
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'Don't dance with the wolves if you're not willing to be bitten'
It's madness.
These people are running like it's life or death. Like mice running from a cat, they scatter in every which way.
No, not a cat, I realize. It feels like they're running from something more dangerous.
Screams of agony and fright cut through the chilly air and the atmosphere is heavy with death. The dread begins to own me, creeping over me like an icy chill. In this frozen state, my mind offers me only one thought. Familiarity.
This scene is familiar. Different but familiar.
I remember this day with vivid detail. How children cried in fear. How mother's drug their kids in an attempt to get to a safe place, knowing now there was no safe place from the wrath of the new species. I remember the village looking disarray, crates fallen over, smoke billowing from the fires engulfing the homes. It's hard to forget such a day.
However, I remember hiding in the woods with the others, whispering to each other. Children who were too afraid of their father to come out and face him. Willing to let others die so they wouldn't. Now I'm standing in the middle of the village, out in the open with a tank top and sweatpants. Pine needles sticking to my bare feet and the wind blowing through my tangled blonde hair.
I knew this was a dream, this isn't how it happened.
Without any need to close my eyes I can hear Mikael's furious cry as he massacres the entire village of wolves who knew nothing of what Esther had done. They were innocent people who got caught in the rage of the explosive man.
I'm left to watch the blood splatter and limbs being ripped from their bodies. People running all around me and never once glance in my direction like I'm not there. Faces I haven't seen in a millennium look new to me again only to fade away when I wake up again.
A scream rises above all others, turning my insides to ice. It's then I knew why I'm here.
A flash of blonde hair catches my attention. A woman with hair shinning brighter than the sun plants her feet a few feet away. She stands tall with her head held high, her blue eyes glancing around her anxiously as the villagers run around her.
A loud exhale leaves my lips and ever so slowly I face the witch responsible for my torture.
"I'm curious, Calla." Kara looks on with a face void of all emotion."If given the chance, would you change anything?"
My gaze snaps back toward the women as the wind blows her long hair back and her jaw clenches.
I was told when I grew up I was going to be a spitting image of her. Felina Ames was the most sought-after girl in the village for her beauty knew no bounds. But most men could never handle her strong personality making her also one of the most unapproachable girl in the village.
