I am Damira, a princess in the kingdom of Dragodborne.
Arwen is my sister.
She is two in a half years older yet acts like she is a she is ancient compared to me.
She thinks she is so perfect. She is intelligent and very beautiful. We look a lot alike, we have the same features, but she wears them better.
Her thick brown hair is always pinned back in a beautifully braided hairdo wrapped behind her head that complements her striking green eyes and fully freckled skin.
We stand next to each other and people say, "Oh you look so beautiful together!" Give it up, I think to myself, you know she is prettier than me.
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Dragon Heart: A Blood Curse
FantasyEverything was normal. Everything was fine. It started happening about a month or so before my 16th birthday. Life is better now, but in that month or so, I was just a ball of fury and pain spewing with sadness and confusion wondering what I ever co...
