𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒖𝒏 ◐ 𝒓𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒂

༺𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐈༻

She was running.

No, she was walking.

Actually yes, she could feel her legs speed up, so that could count as running right?

She felt drained, exhausted, dizzy.

But what was she running from? Was something chasing her?

Well, not really, but she didn't know what else to do.

When she looked around all she could see was terrifying ghostly faces, smiling and laughing at her as she ran for her life.

They teased her. Intimidated her. Pointed fingers.

The trees turned into pavement and the sky was nowhere to be seen. She was now surrounded by thick black walls, trapping her in place immediately.

"Let me out!" she screamed.

Nothing. No one replied. There was not one witchy breath in sight.

She fell to the ground crying.

Her dress was dirty and ripped in many places, she had no shoes on, her hair had become a tangled mess, and she hugged herself as sobbed her heart out.

"Please stop this" she whined "Please stop"

"Ah look at her crying again what a whimp"

"I've never seen an uglier being. Who brought her here?"

"Look at the mighty queen of the sun bowing down to us. She finally knows her place"

"Ugh make her stop crying I can't stand her voice"

"No!" she screamed with all that her lungs could take.

The voices, the faces, they were all coming back.

Soon enough she was having flashbacks to all her most terrible moments in life.

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"She's unworthy of being a queen. Look at her" she heard a snarky remark made her way by a rich old lady.

It was her first ever ball as a youngster and a child, and she'd never heard anyone talk her down before that.

"Her posture isn't even right. Are they even teaching her anything?" another grown man spoke up.

"God I would hate to have to take care of her. She seems so snobby"

"She should've been a boy. This country needs a young man"

She couldn't take it anymore.

Her little hand slipped from her dad's and she quickly walked right out of the ballroom and outside as she heard her dad yell at her from inside.

She cried her little heart out. She hated those people. She hated all of them.
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"Word on the street is that you have a special preference for me" the boy smirked down at her, clearly pleased with the information.

Her mouth fell slowly apart in surprise, and she blinked up at him "Oh- is that so?"

She didn't remember telling anyone about the small crush she'd developed on her dad's friend's son of the same age. At sixteen she kept most to herself.

"Yeah, do you?" he leaned in way too close to her face.

"I-I- well.." she gulped "Maybe?"

"Great" he grinned, and then leaned back "Because I do not. Who in the bloddy world would want to court you?"

His friends suddenly came out behind her, throwing a bucket of dirt on her head.

They laughed as she coughed out and then cried, heartbroken. She'd never felt more degraded.
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