The Royal Guard

The Royal Guard

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I stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself, from my dull brown locks which Gloria had curled and put up in a ponytail, my green eyes that sometimes change to the colour blue, my tanned but spotless face my just above average body, and 5’9 height to the tight strapless black dress with the sweetheart neckline, the black 4 inch heels, which would be a nightmare to walk in I’m sure. The golden bracelets, diamond stud earrings and the golden pendant necklace combined with the light makeup (Gloria’s opinion not mine) I was set to go. I made my way out of my spacious bedroom and down the stairs to the living room where everyone was waiting. “You look great honey” dad said while giving me a hug “Thanks” “Well lets go everybody” with that said we all walked out of the house and into the black limo waiting outside for us. Only when we had arrived at the cemetery did I realize something. Firstly my mother wasn't there and secondly “So since when did I have a grandfather?”
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I ran as fast as I could. " you can't run away from me forever sweetheart, you are mine." He said, " what do you want from me?" I screamed at the top of my voice. I was frightened. "Isn't it obvious by now?" He asked but it was more of a statement. Suddenly, he was in front of me making me stop abruptly. He placed his hand on my face, and his fingers pierced into my skin, drawing out blood, I winced in pain. He brought his face close to mine. "You, I want you, Deva," Following that, he disappeared into thin air. My eyes flew open. My breathing was faster than usual. I had been dreaming. "It's him... Again" I whispered. "He's the one turning my dreams into nightmares." He's been doing this since the day I turned 15. I'm Deva Devona, a 20-year-old princess and the only daughter of Queen Devina. I grew up without the love of a mother. My Mother, Queen Devina, is a very powerful witch whose only worry is her kingdom. She's very powerful so she's feared by many including werewolves, vampires, and demons. Demons... Excluding the man who has been tormenting me in my dreams, even my mother fears him which means whoever he is, he's a mighty being. Little things I could gather of him told me he was indeed a very powerful person. The most powerful person in the world.

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