Analithika had no idea what she had gotten herself into. Brought up secretly without being shown to the outside world, she had no idea of what to do next as the she heard the horses galloping behind her.
Forever been told by her grandmother that her long silver strands of hair would give away her secret identity as the next Queen of Adelane, she had been hidden from her fate.
As she hid herself in the overgrown shrubs she was hit by a wave of nostalgia, of her younger self.
"Grandma, where are you?" cried the small girl of ten. Her shiny silver hair which had been loosely braided was now tangled in a tree branch as it's thin fingers seemed to grip her hair tightly not wanting to let go.
"I don't wanna play hide and seek anymore...Grandma!" came the timid voice again, but more muffled as her petite figure started shaking with her muffled sobs as silent tears escaped down her face.
However before it could end she was yanked out of her hiding place. As she came back to reality, she came face to face with a pair of dark eyes which seemed to stare straight into her soul.
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Queen of Adelane
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