The Darkness in the Light (ON HOLD)

The Darkness in the Light (ON HOLD)

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All the world seemed to disappear around me and I forgot everything: I forgot why I was outside at night, I forgot what just happened a few moment ago, that I was bleeding, everything. All I could do was look at the cat who was now staring intently back at me. Never in my 18 years of existence had I seen a sight like this; a cat with midnight fur, which seemed to shine in the moonlight. I could tell by it's posture that it's male. And that's when I noticed the cat's eyes, which stood out the most. They weren't green, blue, or any color like that, no. This cat's eyes were turquoise, not only that, but it slowly turned to sea green if you look carefully, and finally, it's slited irises were outlined with grey. This cat had the eyes of an angel. I was still staring at it in wonder and awe when it did something that got me COMPLETELY off guard. It spoke. ~~~~~ Rosalyn Cloelia the Third is the Dutch's daughter of the kingdom Rivera. Rosalyn has always struggled with people around her after her mother's death and things had never been the same for her. Eventually people moved on, but no one was close to the Duchess, Cassandra, as her daughter was. Aching for someone to understand her pain, she decides to go to her step-sister's Birthday gala after 2 years of not going out to the public. Little did she know that, that decision would change her life forever. ********* Note: I DO NOT own the cover, found in randomly in google pictures. I also DO NOT own the names except a few which you I will notify later on. Some scenes and ideas in conversations are copyrighted, and I will notify about that too when it occurs. Thank you for buying your time to read this :D
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They took her. That's the last thing that burns in my mind, at least the most important thing that can come to mind. Everyone knew her, she was a sacred gem to the royals, her name was Tori LightningFlame. A dutchess soon to be married to Prince Spectre. That's how we all knew her, not how she used to roam through the walls of the city without permission (although I'm sure I only remember that), not how she would dance around the ballroom in her father's shoes with her friends until dawn. Everyone simply thought of her as a kind and generous person who would someday be our queen. But one day, Spectre thought differently, all I saw was when she was binded and screaming for help on the back of a horse driven carriage, guards yelling at her to quiet down or she would be burned. There was much talk arising in the lands after that day, some say she was taken and burned to her death miserably, others who speak the truth in our quaint town say she was taken away and cursed upon, making her a monster and could only thrive in her own world. Then we only believed that she was out of our lives and it was against the written laws to speak of her unless given permission. Even today, no one has spoken of her to me. And no one ever will. Possibly. When I was younger I heard most of the talk about Tori and Spectre being a stable boy, but it wasn't enough for me, I wanted a better job, I wanted to hear more about them, I wanted to be important there. So everyday for the past five years I've begged. And begged. And begged my father to let me at least attempt to become a squire. Ever since my tenth birthday I had hoped and wished for the day he would finally accept my plead. Every beck and call of mine was given in every form possible. Until one day he finally agreed. The day of my fifteenth birthday. It was an extraordinary day, one I could never forget.

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