The Crooked Princess

The Crooked Princess

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||A 'FOLK OF THE AIR' FANFICTION|| Hello world. It's me. My name is Charlotte Jane Isley. And this is the story of how I died. Get the Flynn Rider reference? No but seriously, I died and there was no lover with magic hair to save me. And it turns out, even death doesn't really want me. So I just wake up as a baby in a different world. A world with faeries. Despite being mortals in Faerieland, my new family commands great strength and power, all because of our dragons. We rule the sky. Faerieland is different than I had read in the books. But I still get to see my favourite story unfold infront of me eyes. Or so I had thought. But it seems, just my existence and not to mention my poor planning skills rattled up the entire story structure. Now it is upto me to fix what I started. Please read it I beg you:( Trigger warning: Abuse, suicide and blood
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{COMPLETED} "now that you've had your fun electrocuting me, would you care to hop in the backseat?" ---------------------------------------------------------- Freak DNA. That's what I like to call it. The fault to my genetic code. More often than not, it's a curse. The static running through my blood gave me a name. A cruel, daunting label of a measly bug. A roach. That's what I am to them, to the government. Roach; the nameless monster with electricity for a sense and lightening as a second nature. It ruined my life, the sparking currents playing tag in my mind, running around and bumping into everything, shaking me loose. The government, actually. They ruined my life. My curse just gave them a reason. You see, the normal population with ordinary DNA, they don't know about the people like me. The roaches of the world. We don't get that kind of recognition at the camps. There, we are only one thing in the military's eyes. We are weapons and we will act like it. Everyone else out there, bathing in the goodness they don't know they've got, they don't know about the roaches their stepping on. As long as their getting closer to the sky, they don't care what they stand on to reach it. They don't know about the sparkling dreamer that's killed 7 people before her 17th birthday. They don't about the ghost of a girl peaking around corners for her entire life because even home wasn't safe. They don't know about the fighter of steel and iron sucking on his bloody lip courtesy of the wars he battles in as nothing but a shadow. They don't know about the masked villain who would do anything to see the army they lead claim the throne They don't know about us. But they will, because we will rise. And when we arrive, we will arrive violently. ___________________________________________ Started: 10.06.15 Finished: 3.17.16

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