Amira sat at the edge of a cliff, just thinking. Thinking about what Matthew had done. His dark eyes going cold and dead, his skin going pale with anger. The things he had practically shouted at the dragon, some of them not even being coherent sentences. The way he lifted the knife in slow motion, completely ready to kill. That wasn't the Matthew she had known. It was something darker, like a demon clawing it's way out of a dark place. His expression was strangely calm, like he wasn't even aware of the dark things he was saying. Amira had seen that Matthew had a dark side, and she prayed that she may never see it again.
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FantasyAmira was the heir to the throne of Javan, one of the most powerful kingdoms in the land. Was. Rebels seeking to overthrow Javan's monarchy and rid the world of magic start a riot on the day of Amira's coronation. The crowd turns on her, and she is...
