Missfits: Miss Understood

Hey guys, Vy Here! Haha... Actually, my name is Kimmy, but I love nicknames.  I dedicate this here story to Panthera, who undoubtedly hates her charater's name, but I'm keeping it anyways. Love, Kimmy-Bunny<3.

P.S. This part of the story is violent and bloody, so read as you like, but I think it's safe to say that this story is the worst by far, and is nessicary for the plot. I'm sorry!!! I don't usually write this way...

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Chapter One: The 'Travels' Begin

"He hasn't seen me since I arrived during the last Festival of Tears. What makes you think he, or anyone else will be nice to me? Cairi, the prison guards treat me as toadstools. No, toadstools are honoured before me. What's wrong with me?"I complained to my half-sister as we walked towards the throne room.

When I entered the room, King Avarlren barely glanced at me. "You child are unworthy of my presence. Now, BE GONE" Father shouted and Seclusion, along with the castle, shattered before my eyes. When I could see, I stared around dazed at my surroundings. "Oh my, this certainly isn't anywhere I've been before. I guess he truely does abhor me." I sighed to myself as I wondered where in the wourlds I was.

As I stared into the wild, dense forest surrounding me, I remembered my Geography with unfathomable horror. 'No.No! That SCUM sent me, a seven year old PRINCESS into the Wylderness Wylde! That's low, even for him! A Faerie girl into the very heart of Unseelie alone. He's despicable, heck, what does he want me to do? ROLL OVER AND DIE?!" I screamed to no one in particular. "He might as well have sent me into Mab's court." I mumbled under my breath.

"Yes. We both do. Now DIIE!!!" A voice to my left  purred, and I immediately called up a staff of silver with my magic, wings unfolding. A giant white tiger shimmered before me, with a single blue stripe above his left ear, growling. "Stupid unseelie faerie! Do you NOT see that I am NOT in the mood for your RETARDED HUNTING GAME? Back OFF! Or so help me I will wipe that grin off of  your face with your OWN TAIL!!" I roared, and the tiger flinched but didn't step down.

 In fact, he stepped closer. "Princess Jaeria, you know not who you mess with. I have killed many a fae because they stood in your position here. You have disrespected my wourld, my honour, and my queen. It is surely you who shall die today. " He pounced and I turned the staff into a faerie sword, made of glass and straight, shining amber with my magic.

The tiger sneered,"You fight with bloody magic, girl. You know not what you tamper with!" My eyes tingled a moment, not with tears but magic. I was unaware of this, but both eyes glowed amber and I became furious at the annoying faerie who masqueraded as a tiger before me. I vicously pointed the sword in his face. A fine amber mist surrounded me, reaching for him.

I lifted my chin to stare down at him, the aura a dense, almost suffocating. "I know all too well what I tamper with, Winter Faerie. It matters not to me if I die here today, for none care for me more than themselves, but I will not lose. Not to anyone, and certainly not an arrogant, conceited, cold-blooded killer such as yourself." I gave him a wry smile at the Winter joke, before continuing," A coward who trembles in the form of a powerful beast, depending only upon murderous instincts. You are worse than I by far."

With that the dangerous dance began, as he lunged at me, I held my ground. "You should not provoke a wild predator."He growled, scratching at my back, where I had automatically tucked my wings away. "Too bad you're just a faerie boy and not a wild beast. One who doesn't play fair at that. But, then again, as humans say, 'All is fair in love and war.' So, touche!" I countered, stabbing my sword into his paw, dancing nimbly away as his claws tore at my clothing.

The battle lasted for hours, ending only when I  finally succeded in slashing my sword across the tiger's back, where a fae's wings would be. The tiger howled in pain, it's cry stranglely faerie-like as I panted, amber blurring my vision, knees weak. The fae, growled. "This is not over. Our war shall last for centuries. This I have forseen with my own eyes, Princess. All of Devestation be on you!" He warned, and ran in the direction of the castle.

I had enough sense to go in the other direction from that he headed.  That is, I staggered a few feet in the other direction before blacking out,  envelopped in torn, amber drenched wings and fell to the ground, unable to walk for loss of faerie blood. My entire back was shredded, my clothing useless, my stomach bubbling with the liquid that ran steadily down my arms. Maybe dying won't be so bad...

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Alright! Wasn't that just fun? Don't worry, the next chapter is in progress as I type this. Sorry for the MASSIVE cliff hanger. Comment, vote, fan, love, hate, scream indignantly (although, I advise you NOT to throw your computer at the wall), or just read.