She looked different to the princesses, and she had a deep plum coloured cloak, which billowed around her. My view changed, and suddenly I was moving, but I knew my feet weren't touching the ground. Zoe was screaming, and I saw her struggling against the two large men that'd appeared out of nowhere. She faught against their iron grip, and I tried to reach my hand out to meet hers. Our fingers brushed for a split second, and then we were torn apart. She emitted a strangled cry, and all I could muster was;
"I'm sorry" the flame burned out slowly. One spark as a time.
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The Thirteenth Princess
AventuraA girl who's heart has been locked away for years, never seeing the light of a friend. To open her heart is to open her soul, ready for attack.
