Finding Amber

Finding Amber

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Amber never knew she was an elemental to be honest she never knew she was called Amber,she liked living a peaceful life with her father where she kept her self locked up from the world but when she finds her self in a dark room filled with fire she has to open up. Amber must learn the history of the elements and she must move to a new un-ordinary world where spirits roam free but she finds it much harder then she expects and when she finds out her mother has been captured by the most darkest creature in the world she has to learn how to use her powers to fight a sole less creature. Join Amber as she goes through a magical adventure with three elemental's and a nymph and forbidden love in her twisting path.
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There's this silence between us that stretches longer than it should, and it wraps around my chest like a weighted blanket. My throat tightens. I stare at him like I'm trying to memorise the face of someone who shouldn't exist. A dream made real. My lips part before I can stop myself. "Were you sent by my dad to take care of me?" The question hangs in the air, trembling like the last leaf in autumn. Aiden's gaze softens. His lips tug into the gentlest smile I've ever seen. It's the kind of smile that could mend broken wings. "No" he whispers. "I volunteered." The words hit harder than I expect. Like a punch wrapped in silk. I gasp, air leaves me in a rush I can't reclaim. But before I can fully process what he's just said, he takes a step closer. His fingers ghost over my cheek, brushing away a tear I didn't realise had fallen. And then-he kisses me painfully slow. His hand cups the back of my neck, anchoring me to a moment I never want to end. And just when I think it's over, he pulls away just enough to look at me. His thumb traces the damp trail of tears down my cheek. He doesn't say anything. He just leans in again, and kisses them away. One by one. My tears. My pain. My silence. All kissed away by a boy who didn't come to save me because someone sent him. He came because he chose to.

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