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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
Breathe in, focus and breathe out, release— the sound of my knife hitting the board made a small smile crack on my sweaty face.
Knife throwing— is a skill my father thought me when I practically begged for it. He was reluctant to teach me but I wasn't giving up that easily so I followed him around like a lost puppy and would give him the puppy eye.
My father— I missed him to death, his brownish blue eyes that would gaze at me lovingly, his slightly thin lips that would crack a smile whenever I beat him in sparring, his curly brown hair that mother would run her hands through it to make it fluffier.
Everything about my father made me miss him a little more everyday.
My mother— oh what I would give to just feel her hug one more time. Her hazel brown eyes that would fill with amusement as she watched me eat my chicken messily, her blonde hair that's always in a bun and her delicious meal that she would make for us.
My parents; I miss them so dearly I am starting to feel homesick.
Sighing, I picked up the next knife and threw it, precisely landing on the bullseye. Just then, someone's presence made my body go tense and I grip onto the knife.
" You don't have to pretend Arabella," The familiar voice of Prince Koschei made me feel slightly calmer and I place down the knife. I know, for a fact that he has his bodyguards by the door of the knife arena.
" Pretend what?" I acted as if I didn't know what he was talking about but I know what exactly he was implying on.
" You are an open book, I could read you so easily," Prince Koschei chuckled and grab a knife from my table, standing a few metres away from me.
Scoffing, I shake my head before grabbing one for myself.
" What do you mean, your highness?"
" You are hurt because of Chrysaor," Prince Koschei had amusement lacing his voice.
As he said his name, my knife landed on the board in one swift motion. Rolling my eyes, I let out a dark chuckle before facing his tall frame.
" And why would I be hurt because of him, your highness?" I raised one of my eyebrows at him and a small smile made its way up to his face before he motion for me to follow him.
