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In a world where Supernaturals exist, it is only right for them to stay under the radar but not anymore. Arabella is a girl with a heart of gold however, she is as fearless as she can get.
Chosen to be apart of the...
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A R A B E L L A
Have you ever felt like theres bricks on your shoulders? Weighing you down and it feels like you can't breathe. The disbelief when you realised that nothing could lift up that weight and just make you feel hopeless.
It sucks.
Gathering up my silver hair into a pony tail, I stretched the black rubber band and tie it securely to prevent it from slapping my face when I decide to train later. The high sunlit clouds drifted across the blue sky as I padded towards the window. My eyes swept across the tall trees as it swayed to the gentle breeze in the warm tropical sunshine.
Sighing, I turn my head away and hop down the stairs where mother sat; with a cup of tea. Her eyes snapped up, meeting my grey orbs. Her eyes crinkled as she smiled, lighting up my mood.
" Good morning mom, where is dad?" My hand reach out to grab the pastries mother must have bought earlier.
" He is in the knife arena behind, go." She ushered and I nod while finishing the pastry.
Opening the back door, it creaked slightly and i'm met with the bright light of the sun. Squinting, I hop down and walked towards father as I slide on my slippers. His face stoic, concentration evident on his face as he throw the knife on the dummy. It hit directly in the middle of the forehead. Hiding my amazement, I stand behind and watched as he throw several knifes through the board.
" You know I can practically feel you standing for five minutes." Father turned, his mouth curling into a smile and I returned.
" Throwing knifes never fail to amaze me." My eyes landed on the silver blade for a while and I snapped my eyes back up to father's sky blue eyes.
" You are better than me, Bella." His loud laughter echoed in the air, spreading warmth in my body after I realise this will be the last time I will hear father's laughter. Tears pricked my eyes and I immediately blink them away.
Don't cry Arabella.
" That is certainly not true, dad. Mom is the best at knife throwing." Shaking my head, I walked towards the table of knifes. They were all sharp, glinting under the sun as I lifted one up to examine it.
My eyes trained on the dummy, slowly breathing through my nose and exhaling from my mouth. Everything around me quieten down and my hand pulled back. My index finger resting just at the spine of the knife and my muscle tensed a little when it coiled. My fingers released the knife and I watch it twirl before hitting it straight through the forehead.
Grinning, I twirl my head to where now both my parents stood. Their eyes trained on me, happiness and pride radiating off them. Mother chuckled and told us to get inside to have lunch since we are going out to the town to get some 'things'; according to dad.
