The cling of metal hitting metal rang through Zylia's ears with a satisfying crunch along with a zip. ''Damn it' she thought with reluctance, she checked the damage on her dress. 'Well there goes Petunia.' Her dress was ripped up to her waist. The black gown was missing a few onyx gems. God, she was going to be murdered. She dropped her armor and her sword on the soft grass and started towards the stone doors.
Her heart was full of lead when she entered, that feeling of dread washed over her. She hated every flower, every vine, every bush with a passion. She walked into the ball room with her heart in her throat, to her sister hitting up the Unseelie Prince. She sneered at them and walked right past, making sure to knock over the faery wine her sister had in her hands. Zylia sneered at love, her mother hated her, her father only training her to be a soldier. She had no love. She only felt homesick of her home. She never truly belonged in this.... garden. Peeking over her shoulder, she saw Rose push the damn Unseelie Prince away from her in her attempt to pick up the wine. Zylia fake tripped and gripped the bar, causing all the wine glasses to fall and shatter. She listened to the satisfying crunch of her boots on glass while walking away, with her head held high.
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A Dying Heart
Teen FictionA princess fey, Rose has always been into doing the right things, and develops light powers. Her sister has always been mean or rude to people, spending all her time out in a battle field. Her sister disappears, and she witnesses her sister doing so...
