Forgotten
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Once upon a time in a land far away... Yeah right. This is me you're talking about. Instead of living in castles and feasting with princes, I'm here. Hell bent on revenge of the one who killed my Mother. The monster, otherwise known as my Father. I was once a normal girl. Well, as normal as a princess can be. But instead of living the dream life like most princesses, I'm stuck in an old abandoned cabin with Jer. If you look on the bright side, he's kinda hot, but I would never tell him. His ego is already blown out of proportion, and he is kind of a dick. I'm here because I, Sheridan Anne Ariella, the last living descendant of King Lochhert of Garindonle, am the only one who knew the truth. My mother was not attacked by bandits on that night, and I sure as hell didn't leave Garindonle to study abroad. I left, because I was next.
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Once upon a time there was this nice and sweet and cute and innocent and... Ahh who are we talking about? That girl is defiantly not me nor will she ever be. I have poise and sneakiness of a cobra. I have killed people, murdered cold blood. But not exactly for fun though. Though, the last memory of the gang I was in was being ripped apart starting from my face. They didn't get far though before I stopped them. After that I am now alone and called the girl with the scars. Not literally. People are too scared to tell me in person. That's how scared much they are scared of me. But I like that they are. But this one guy changes me all around and I end up opening up to him only to get stabbed in the back by him. Well not stabbed, shot is more like it. Thats just the life of Samantha Parker, formally known as the girl with the scars.

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