Skeeta-Rose's P.O.V
"Mum!...Dad!" I cried out reaching for their burnt bodies as an arm stopped me and pulled me away from the scene "Miss... It's time for you to leave." A guard said, rushing up to me and grabbing my arm, urging me to go rather forcefully. "What about mum and dad?" I questioned feeling immediate worry for my parents, "We'll talk later, now move quickly!" The guard yelled at me. I sniffled and let the tears run.
By now they were uncontrollable sliding down my face. I tried sounding cheerful but I simply couldn't, I flinched lightly when I heard a sizzling sound and the voices of the plants calling out to me. I tried to stay awake but them flames were too much for me.
The injuries that my beloved plants sustained (some burnt to a crisp) to which I could feel their pain, and the intake of smoke, I was having a hard time keeping myself awake and alert. The last thing I saw was the bright fiery red of the flames that swallowed my parents.
"The Princess!" Was the last thing I heard and I crumpled to the floor in pain and blacked out.
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Skeeta-Rose's Origin Story
Ficção AdolescenteThis is my first story featuring my first OC, Skeeta-Rose. Disclaimer! All other characters used belong to their rightful owners, I only own my OC's and the story plot! Sorry if any of the other charters appear too out of character.
