Fight For Their Hearts

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Moira's Pov

Knowing chaos will ensue, I leave the scene. Hopefully Star is ok.

I go inside my house which is buzzing with noise, as usual. I need to start packing as I head to the palace very soon. My mom always wants me ready way before hand.

"Moira may be going to the palace but I found my own prince!" James spins around happily. He and Connor started dating, without any love spells. I'm happy for him.

I head upstairs and into my room. I sit at my desk and continue the story I've been writing.

The young girl watched as her father slowly left this world. Blood seeped out of his clothes and he couldn't move. She could've helped with her healing powers.

But she didn't want to. Her father was ungrateful, selfish, and constantly frustrated. He had hit her. He had hit her mother. He had hit her siblings.

And yet they were sad when they found out the news. They had blamed her. They isolated her. She was given up on.

"MOIRA!" My mother bursts into my room, making me drop my quill.

"MOM! I'M WRITING!" I yell.

"Moira, start packing! Pack nice clothing too! You're seeing princes for goodness sake. Don't make me get my towel and slap some sense into you."

"I'll start packing. Get out!" I wave her out.

"Alright, alright." My mother closes the door and I sigh.

I look at my story. The father in this story is the complete opposite of my father. My father passed away by his own hands. He never put a hand on us. He had been loving and caring, always trying to protect us.

Mom and him has starting fighting. He decided to end it all one night and then everything changed.

"I guess I should start packing, before mom actually gets her towel."

I hope Mom won't leave like Dad while I'm gone.