Princess Amara

Chapter Thirty

I was spinning out of control. My world completely and utterly tilted off its axis.

Little mouse.

Only one person had ever called me that. Tormented me with that name, used it as she abused me over and over.

The name that she whispered that had me dying on the inside.

Auntie Clora.

That psychotic bitch.

How was it possible? She was supposed to be dead and gone.

A memory, a dark nightmare.

What she had done to my sisters and I had been much deeper than some simple bullying.

She had put fear in us.

Whispering how she would kill us, murder us slowly and so thoroughly that no one would ever remember we were here.

The bruises and pain on the physical reminders of the emotional and mental pain she inflicted.

The terror she embedded in us.

It had been her all along.

That smirk, that strike of pure delight as she had stormed the ball. I had seen it, been taken aback, scared but I hadn't known.

Hadn't listened to that small child in the back of my mind screaming at me to run.

She knew. She'd known that look, the face changed, the eyes different, but fuck if it wasn't that same expression, one ready to delight in the pain and torture she could bring.

Clora. It had always been her.

Nothing but a game to terrify us. To get what she so desperately thought she deserved.

My feet left the ground as another explosion rocked ground.

I crashed hard into the ground a few feet away, my body tightening in pain as a gasp left my lips, blood on my tongue.

Andrea's hands were grabbing me again, lifting me up, our white hair tangling together in the wind as she looked me over desperately trying to see if I was okay.

I couldn't say it, couldn't get the words out.

Her.

It's always been her.

Sudden Khon was on top of both of us, pressing both us of back into the ground as the ground shook horribly.

Aria hadn't lied when she said she had opened up a new portion of her power.

It felt as if the world was shaking in rage, as the ground tore, jagged rocks sky rocketing upward as they impaled the dark army that my hideous step aunt had conjured up. 

My fucking life. 

Red beams of hot power flew overhead, crashing into enemy lines, Vicous' coven easily taking out hundreds and hundreds of the demon soldiers. 

I rolled away from Khon and Andrea, as he looked over her, oblivious to the stream of blood running down the side of his face, as he gripped my sister's face in his hands. 

She took a shaky breath, before whirling around and releasing ten arrows, each one taking down at least five soldiers at a time, leading a cleared path to the rock entrance of the palace. Then she released one into the air, we watched as it arced high above the pure chaos of the battlefield, before it exploded into pure flame. 

Our heads turned towards the hill top where the site had the breath rushing from my body. 

Aria was standing high and proud, her white hair billowing in the wind, nearly blending with the white gown she had on. 

Her Mother's crown a large ornament of gold and yellow diamonds glittering to comprise the look. 

Father had it commissioned to nearly the exact shade of Aria's Mother's hair. 

Her hands clenched and shot before her as she shook the ground and opened their depths with a power that rivaled our Father's. 

But Irian was beside her, his eyes orbs of red fire, as he shot flames of molten fire out of his hands, sending them to barricade our path to the palace, while also erupting from the holes my sister forged into the ground. 

They looked like avenging angels. 

Powerful beyond belief together. 

He winked at me.