Kingsley

"Take a rest, Kingsley. The world won't blow up while you sleep. We'll look for the prince and you don't have to worry your pretty little head about it. What happened to the lazy girl I used to know?"

The wounded girl narrowed her eyes at her fellow Chosen One. Her fingers went to her hair and she pulled out a seemingly harmless pin. She murmured some words and removed the glamour. The ones who couldn't see past the glamour before were in shock. Some already knowing her true identity just sighed and wished for the theatrics to be over.

In her hands was a long, needlelike sword. The metal was a dark purple, the moonlight glinted off of it making it sparkle. She stood straight, wincing from injuries, and waved her sword threatening those who would stop her. "I grew up, is what happened. I have a duty as a Chosen One to find him too. I can't lay down and rest anymore knowing that everyone will die if we can't find him. I will leave this town myself to search for him. It's also my duty as a Kingsley to do this. I am a Chosen One, but I also am and foremost a Kingsley."

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Melonie Kingsley was always known as a lazy ass girl. She would always get in trouble for sleeping in class or forgetting her homework all the time. The only things that would make her determined are her friends being in trouble, her precious sleep, or a certain jerk being all too troublesome to deal with. But she soon has to learn about responsibility and her own past. The whole world rests on the weight of her shoulders, and time is running out. The other Chosen Ones and Prince are no where to be found and if all else fails, Melonie is blaming the talking rabbit.