Kiya👸🏽
I found him.
In the forest.
Screaming at the sky.
Holding his mother.
Crying out for her.
I can still see her face.
Frozen still.
Eyes wide
Mouth open
Beautiful
The hunter who killed her lay frozen as well
With fear in his miserable eyes
He was young, the boy
He was from a Royal family
He was like me
Orphaned
Broken
Young
He turned to look at me, my direction
What he didn't notice is that he turned his mother, the hunter, the bushes, the ground, and trees and even the birds
Into gold .
-Briana Zion
AUTHORS NOTE:
HEY GUYS THIS IS A NEW BOOK IM DOING SINCE ITS THE SUMMER TIME AND I DON'T WANNA BE BORED AND SHIT SO ENJOY😊😊 and also the prologue has nothing to do with the actual story, it's just a poem I wrote for class ig or a writing piece what ever you call it
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Touch Of Midas
FantasyEverything she has, she's worked for, just cause she's a princess doesn't make her immortal, and she's proven her allegiance to her people and her crown time and time again, as she meets her fiancé in her arrange marriage, she quickly discovers that...
