Marking

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a/n: This took me a while to throw together. This was really just a small idea I got after rewatching Narnia. This first chapter is really dark towards the end. This fix will deal with very dark themes like s/a, suicidal thoughts and of course murder goes with all of that. So READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. As always please enjoy.😊

Word Count: 6,018k

Trigger warnings: Blood, Murder, war crimes?, mentioned of s/a, torture, self loathing, survivors guilt, angst, ptsd, trauma, depression, smut, death, suicidal thoughts

Act I : The Encounter

Chapter One

The beautiful midnight blue had long were covered with fire. There was fire everywhere she turned her eyes. Her people scrambled around in terror as her brother gripped her arm harshly. Never had he handled her in such away.

Tears muddled her eye sight as she was pull away from her mother’s corpse. Her back ached as the fire around nipped at her long flowing dress that was now tattered. Her brother’s grip slipped as she was throw into a massacre of people.

The Telmar’s were everywhere. There arrows shot down any living thing they saw. The soldiers mouths were coated in blood from poison. Her castle was in fire. 

Her tiny feet pounded against the floor of the courtyard. With each step the puddles of crimson soaked her dress. The shimmering wings in her back buzzes as she ran.

Her small lungs ached for air as the smoke polluted her lungs. An arrow lodged itself in her back. Her scream echoed through the open air, fading to nothingness. Her knees hit the blood soaked ground as her fingers crawled up her back. The silver tears poured from her as she her body shook. 

“Sister!” The deep voice of her elder brother, Caelum called out, drawing an arrow from the quiver at his side. She ducked down as blades crashed above her head. The crown of starsilver that rested on her head dropped into the puddle where she lay.

The rough hands of her father, Antares picked her up from the ground. He knelt in front of her, his grey eyes full of fury and pain. He clutched into her shoulders, his twin blades resting at there sides.

For a short while there was nothing. Nothing she would hear. Nothing she would think. Only the touch and gaze of her kind father. He wiped her tears tenderly as she kissed her cheeks. His silver hair braided back for her ceremony. It was a mess now, pieces flowed out of place.

“My darling little stardust, this was meant to be one of your happiest days.” His voice was soft, mournful. 

“Go with your brother, stay in his care.” She was brought back to her feet. The large hands of Caelum were tightly around her as she watched her father pick up his blades. The Telmar soldiers behind them raised their spears and shields.

“I won’t leave you Father!” Caelum moved to push the young princess behind his body. 

“No! Take your sister and go.” 

“Father!”

“CAELUM! Take Y/n and go!” Their father’s silver eyes bore into the eyes of his eldest son, his heir. The small princess looked up at her brother, through the pain and she wept. Her brother’s hazel eyes were full of tears and he grabbed her hand. 

Then they ran. They ran through the blood, the screams. They ran listening to the sounds of their father’s blades against the metal of the shields. Past the columns that held up parts of there castle. Past the trees of the woods surround their home. 

Past everything they loved, the two siblings ran. 

She hates this, the way Trufflehunter smiled so happily at her. She hadn’t done it to save the human. She only did to because the stupid badger begged her to. The wound on his head was grave, and deep. A proper smack to the head on all accounts.

“Here you go, some nice hot broth for your troubles.” She took the cup of steaming broth with a blank look. Taking a long sip she allowed to warm her body of the slight chill that ran through her body. Her thick armor, and cloak kept her warm on most days.

The dress she wore was the color of the night sky, it hid her well. The badger moved about his small home, humming softly as Nikabrik ate the cheese and stale bread. 

“Should’ve let the boy die.” The dwarf muttered softly. A small scoff came out of her as she sipped her broth. 

“Nikabrik, he’s just a boy.”  Had Trufflehunter not begged her, she would’ve let the Telmarine die. She wanted to. She wanted to clutch his wrist and feel his last heartbeat. Y/n could be never deny Trufflehunter, the kind and sweet badger. Who had clothed and fed her for so long.

She pushed her back into the wall, it almost didn’t ache. Some days were worst than others. Some days pain would shoot up her spine, making her want to claw out the cursed things.

Trufflehunter probably has a salve lying around for her. The badger knew of the horrible aches she faced since her childhood. Finishing her cup of broth she set the wooded bowl down. 

“Thank you, I must go.” She collected her weapons from the ground and made her way to leave. 

“Will you not wait till he’s up?” Trufflehunter asked gently.

“It’s better I don’t, unless you want me to run my blade through his heart.”

“Stay then.” She smiled for a second at Nikabrik’s notion. 

“He is just a boy!” Trufflehunter restated.  Y/n rolled her eyes softly, that thing was hardly a child. It was grown enough to know the consequences of its actions. 

“He’s a Tellmarine, not some lost puppy. You said you weee gonna get rid of him!” She heard him then. The poor attempt at moving quietly. She unsheathed her blade, its decadent handle comfortable in her grip. 

“No, I said I’d take care of him. We can’t kill him now. I just had Y/n heal his head.” She watched her kind badger hold up a tray of soup for the Telmarine. His kindness knew no bounds. It had saved her life but now sickened her to the core. 

“It would be like murdering a guest.” She sighed once at the bickering.

“How do you think his friends are treating their guest?” Nikabrik snipped. She rolled her shoulders once.

“Trumpkin knew what he was doing. It’s not the boys fault.” Then it moved. The Telmarine pushed Trufflehunter, his tray hitting the floor. Y/n’s body blocked the door as she pushed her blade into his neck. Her hand held his throating, pushing the boy into the wall. 

“Stop! Stop! Y/n! Let go of him at once!” She made no such move to release the man. Her kind friends made him soup and the stupid Telmarine has the nerve to knock it over. Her blade bit into the tanned skin of the man’s neck. 

“I told you we should have killed him when we had the chance!” Nikabrik yelled. 

“You BOTH know why we can’t.” Y/n’s eyes were firmly baring into the Telmarine’s dark irises. His eyes were so deep in color they looked like the richest of soil. He panted softly his eyes staring into her own. He didn’t struggle at all. 

His breath was shallow and frantic but he made no move to get away. He blinked softly, she could feel him heartbeat under her cold gaze. Like a lost puppy he gulped. 

“You are most beautiful.” He whispered softly. A scoff echoed from her throat and she pushed him away from her. He stumbled like a newborn doe and grabbed the hot poker from Trufflehunt’s fire. She slashed her blade against his poker, quickly disarming him. 

Beauty? What did this human know of beauty. She was not beautiful, she hadn’t been for a very long time. Her scared body wouldn’t allow for any beauty. This Telmarine dared to mock her, the imagine of herself.

“We should let her run her blade clean through him!” Nikabrik offered. Y/n was more than happy to oblige.

“No! We will not kill him.” The badger continued.

“If we’re taking a vote, I’m with him.” The Telmarine said from the ground. Her thick boots crunched down upon his chest, her sword under his chin. 

“There is no vote.” She muttered emotionlessly. She was going to cut the head off this man and drain his blood above the royal graveyard. 

“We can’t let him go. He’s seen us.” Nikabrik yelled. Quickly Y/n raised her sword to strike him, to remove his head from his body. There was no fear in the Telmarine’s eyes. She hates that, he should fear her very existence.

“Enough Nikabrik! And you too! Or will I have to sit your heads again?” Nikabrik lowered his sword, a scruff look upon his face. The girl dressed in the deep sky made no such move. The threats of the badger would not ring in her ears. 

“And you.” The Telmarine looked over to her badger friend. “Look what you made me do. I spend half the morning on that soup!” Trufflehunter scolded. She sighed heavily, removing her foot from the boys chest and backing away. Her thick sword found its way back in its sheath. 

She slowly moved away, her eyes remained in the Telmarine boy. His mouth opened softly to speak but not word left. His gaze was on her. It trailed down her face to her boots. She wonder what interested him so.

“What are you?” The Telmarine spoke uncertainly. She could felt the soft shudder go down her spine. She hadn’t heard a proper Telmar accent in years. Her hand clutched around the hilt of her father’s sword, the star steel seemed to mold into her grip.

“You know, it’s funny that you would ask that. You think more people would know a badger when they saw one.” Trufflehunter uttered walking back into his kitchen area. The Telmarine looked between herself and the dwarf at her side.

“No. No, I mean…. You’re Narnians. You’re supposed to be extinct.” He offered. She glared down at the man before her. She itched to drive the dagger in her boot into his heart. 

“Sorry to disappoint you.” She watched Nikabrik move back to his sit at the table. She remained leaning against the wall as the Telmarine stood up slowly. 

“You… you’re not like any Narnian I’ve read about.” He whispered dreamily. His soft gaze met only with the cold and harden eyes of e/c. 

“She is very much a narnian. Here you go. Still hot.” Trufflehunter uttered settling down a tray with more soup. Nikabrik rolled his eyes and looked back at her. He met her blank stare and sighed softly. 

“Since when did we open a boarding house for Telmarine soldiers.”

“I’m not a soldier.” Her eyes perked up slightly. If not a soldier what was this man who was currently a threat to all those she cared for.

“I am Prince Caspian, the tenth.” The room went silent. Trufflehunter snapped his head towards Y/n, he could feel the fury that radiated off her. Her hands shook with anger as they slowly began to glow the starlight blue hue that she possessed. 

She stood straighter and took one step in the Princes’s direction. Trufflehunter moved faster than ever, putting his own small body in front of hers. Caspian stared at her once more, taking a fleeting step backwards. Her eyes had shifted. They were no longer the e/c that her stared into. But a ragging fire of i that echoed from her irises.

Her hands clawed into fists as the blue hue engulfed her hands. She looked to be on fire almost, she burned with hatred like Caspian had never seen. Not from his uncle, not from anyone. 

Prince Caspian. This was the Prince of those who had caused such heartache in her life. This Prince was the people who massacred her people. The Prince of her most powerful hatred, and most honest cruelty. She going to kill him. Stain the floor with his blood.

“What are you doing here?” Nikabrik asked as the badger refused to move. Caspian looked away from the raging girl in front of him. 

“Running away.” He slowly knelt down, picking up the poker he’d dropped. The two other Narnian’s shared and glance as Y/n took another step forwards. 

“My uncle had always wanted my throne.” Caspian gently placed the poker back where it belonged. She took another step towards him. Trufflehunter placed his paws on her knees, a soft indicator to stop. 

“I suppose I have only lived this long because he did not have an heir of his own.” The fire flickered on Caspian’s face, the sorrow in his eyes stopped her steps. She could put him out of his misery right now. Kill him and be done with it. 

 “𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝, 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝. 𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏.” She stopped in her tracks fully. He hadn’t spoken to her in a while, tears made their way to her eyes. She looked behind herself and there he stood, a wisp of his physical form. 

His silver hair pulled back and out of his face. His hazel eyes soft and sad. Dressed in his grey shirt and pant with the constellations stitch into them with golden threads. The bow and arrows that rested at her hip were once on his. 

Caelum. Her darling brother.

“That changes things.” Trufflehunter said moving away from Y/n. 

“Yeah, means we don’t have to kill you ourselves.” His hazel wouldn’t move from her. The stern look on his face telling enough. Y/n wouldn’t kill Caspian, not here at least.

“You’re right.” Caspian moved towards her, the cloth of his shirt touching her softly as he grabbed his armor and sword. Y/n remained frozen as she watched Caspian. 

“Where are you going?” Trufflehunter questioned as Y/n made no moves to stop the Prince. She watched his body as he hurriedly put his armor on. 

“My uncle  won’t stop until I am dead.” His uncle could only be one person. The man who had plagued her dreams since she was eight. The man who destroyed everything. Miraz.

“But… you can’t leave. You’re meant to help our general save us.” Trufflehunter told. Slowly Y/n looked at him, her gaze unsure. 

“Don’t you know what this is?” In his paws he held up Queen Susan’s horn. She scoffed, the kings and queens of old were gone. They left, disappeared and left all Narnia for dead. That horn meant nothing. But the look Caelum’s wisp gave her did.

She moved ahead of the Temlarine Prince and her two narnian companions. The princes seemed to move behind her. He followed her like a baby bear cub, clinging to its mother.

She left to get away from Caspian, not for him to follow her around. The sun beamed above her, the hood of her cloak hiding her once more. Caspian moved in her exact footsteps, the gently dangles of his sword could be heard. 

“Where are we going?” He asked, a small nervousness. Y/n was leaving, she cared not what happened to Caspian after that. She pulled her amulet from her neck, staring at the iridescent gem that began to shimmer whenever the Telmarine got too close to her.

She gritted her teeth and hid the amulet under her dress. She continued through the foliage listening as Caspian moved behind her eagerly.

“I’ve never seen a forest so… beautiful.” Why was he still trying to speak with her. Was the deafening silence not enough for him to shut up. He was her greasiest enemy, and she his. It didn’t matter that he had no knowledge of that.

“There aren’t many forest near the Castle, there’s a small wood that leads towards the crystal river though.” She stopped walking and groaned internally. Would he ever shut up. Quiet rustling occurred behind him as Caspian turned around.

“I can hear you.” Caspian announced to the two narnians that failed to hide within the woods. Y/n sighed as she played with the hilt of her father’s sword. It was still as large and imposing as when she was a small child. 

“I just think we should wait for the kings and queens.” Trufflehunter told with a slight smile. Y/n scoffed out loud and continued her trek. Caspian followed behind her as she moved.

“Fine! Go then! See if the others will be as understanding!” Trufflehunter yelled. Y/n hopes that if Caspian continued to follow her the others would demand his head. 

“Or maybe I’ll come with you. I want to see you explain things to the Minotaurs.” Nikabrik tried to catch the two in front of him. As Caspian paused Y/n stared up at the sun. Maybe if she was blind this would be easier. Sadly the sun was just another larger star, it could do nothing to her.

“Minotaurs? They’re real?” Caspian asked looked down at Nikabrik. 

“And very bad tempered.” Y/n knew that too well. Shed broken up one too many fights. 

“Yeah, not to mention big.” Nikabrik taunted.

“Huge.” Trufflehunter added. 

“What about centaurs? Do they still exist?” Caspian asked. Y/n sighed once more, how many stupid questions could this Prince ask in a minute.

“As real as the fairy princess in front of you.” Not even a second after Nikabrik spoke his body jutted with blue electricity. His body shook violently as his hair stood up on every side. The blue fades and Caspian looked at Y/n. Her hands glowed that starlight blue from before.

“Well, the centaurs will probably fight on your side. But there’s no telling what the others will do, especially if the general disapproves.” Caspian stopped walking.

“Wait she is a fairy princess?” 

“Was.” Caspian furrowed his brows. 

“Was?” He reacted. Trufflehunter and Nikabrik shared a solemn look. 

“You cannot be a princess to a race that doesn’t exist anymore.” She mumbled not turned back. Caspian was silent for a while. 

“Who the general?” She smirked softly. 

“The most terrifying and ruthless narnia alive.” Nikabrik answered. 

“With moments of kindness and compassion.” Trufflehunter rebuked trying to ease the worry off Caspian’s face.

“Not to a Telmarine.” Nikabrik finished. Caspian paused as he watched the narnia’s move forwards. 

“What about Aslan?” Y/n let her face drop for a moment. Aslan, he was real as she was. No doubt in her mind he was real. She’d felt his mane, the softness of his fur. 

“How do you know so much about us?” Nikabrik offered a good question. No Telmarine Prince should be asking so many questions without drawing his sword.

“Stories.” He uttered like the simplest truth. Stories…? From who she wonders to herself. Who would tell a human prince about her people.

“Wait a minute. Your father told you stories about Narnia?” Trufflehunter asked. 

“Not exactly, my professor he..” The pause raised Y/n’s brow. “Listen I’m sorry. These are not the kinds of questions you should be asking.” Caspian walked towards Y/n, his pace quickened. She drew her sword out, stopping him. The blade bit into his armor.

She could feel them coming. Enough to annoy her at the very least. 

“What is it?” Nikabrik asked the badger.

She sheath her sword and pull the bow from her back. She quickly drew three arrows, pushing them against her bowstring. 

“Human.” Trufflehunter answered. Nikabrik furrowed his brow and nudged his head to Caspian. Caspian looked down at Y/n for the slightest of seconds. Awe was held in his gaze that Y/n did not understand. 

“Him?”

“No. Them.” In the distance Telmarine soldiers entered her woods. Y/n growled once, the points on her cainies seemed to sharpen. Caspian went wide eyed as the soldiers spotted them.

“Run!” Trufflehunter yelled. Y/n pushed Caspian to run as the arrows flew from her bow, landing in the neck of the Telmarine soldiers. She followed after her narnians, cocking another arrow. 

She quickly caught up to Caspian, her legs moving faster than his. The arrows flew by their heads quickly. Y/n turned stopping her run to shoot some more arrows. She hid behind the trees, giving herald cover to shoot again. 

Her run resumed as she once again caught up to Caspian. For a human he ran quite slow in comparison. They waded through the trees like river around rocks.  The arrows zoomed pasted her heads as they ran.

The thick hood of Y/n’s cloak fell, revealing the locks of h/c hair that was loose. Caspian stumbled on his feet as he saw her hair flow with each step she took. As the sun hit each strand it seemed to glow. Y/n continued to run, feeling the earth crunch beneath her foot.

She whipped around hiding behind a tree. She readied her bow, taking in a silent breath. As she shot down a soldier she watched Trufflehunter fall.

“NO!” Y/n yelled, fear echoed through her voice. His body lay on the ground limply and tired. She moved to pick up her badger but Caspian had already ran to get him. 

“Wait. I’ll go.” Caspian ran forwards, arrows flying past his head. Without nimble fingers she shot arrow after arrow. Her larger bolts cut through the Telmarine’s creating a clear path for Caspian. 

As Caspian picked up the Badger and began to run once more Y/n threw her bow behind her back. Trufflehunter stared at her as Caspian carried him. She grabbed the dagger that were hidden in her boots without a thought. As the Telmarine soldier advanced she remained behind the tree. 

She pounced on the closet solider without a thought. Her blade cutting through the flesh of the soldiers neck. The others yelled around her but to no use. Her dagger flew through the armor on the soldier shooting arrows at her.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, forcing the man to the ground. She dislodged her blade from the metal as she launched herself back at the soldiers. As she chased after the other soldiers following her two narnians she watched as they fell once by once. 

A smirk made its way onto her face and she slide her bloody dagger onto her waist holsters. She sped up, running past the corpses of Telmarine soldiers. The earth would reclaim them soon enough. 

When she reached Caspian her body was on the ground and there her tiny knight was. Upon his chest, small blade drawn.

“Choose your last words carefully, Telmarine.” She rolled her shoulders once moving to Trufflehunter side. She stared at the arrow imbedded in his leg with a furrowed brow. She looked back at Caspian who stared at her. His eyes drifted back to the large mouse in his chest.

“You are a mouse.” She wanted to laugh at his basic words. She could let Reepicheep kill the prince. Caelum could not fault her for the slip of his blade.

“I was hoping for something a little more original. Pick up your sword.” Y/n could feel the disappointment in her mouse knights voice. She held tightly onto Trufflehunter, her hand closing any blood from escaping his wound.

“Uh… no thanks.” Caspian offered still panting. 

“Pick it up! I will not fight an unharmed man.” Reepicheep kept his blade pointed at Caspian’s face. Caspian looked back at Y/n his eyes held confusion. Y/n gave him a blank stare as she lifted Trufflehunter into her arms. 

“Which is why I might live longer if I choose not to cross blades with you, noble mouse.” 

“I said I would not fight you. I didn’t say I’d let you live!” Reepicheep voiced ignore Caspian’s words. 

“Reepicheep! Stay your blade” Trufflehunter yelled from Y/n’s arms. 

“Trufflehunter?  I trust you have a very good reason for this untimely interruption.” Reepicheep asked waving his sword around. The mouse’s eyes drifted to Y/n as she held onto him. 

“He doesn’t. Go ahead.” Nikabrik answered. Y/n sighed whipping she’d just covered Trufflehunter’s mouth.

“He’s the one who blew the horn.” Y/n groan. That horn was what would save him. From behind her she heard the mass of heavy footsteps.

“Then let him bring it forwards.” She turns to see the centaurs behind her. She handed Trufflehunter over to Nikabrik and moved to their side.

“This is a reason we have gathered. The general will wished to pass judgment.” With a huff of air she looked up.

The sun had yet to blind her

Her body was hidden by shadows as all her narnian’s shouted. The trees that could still move slightly allowed there vines to hide her. She watches them all scream and demand the death of  Caspian.

Fear coated his face as she stood in the middle of the grove. His eyes drifted around for any glimpse of Y/n. She would surely help him.

“All this horn proves is they’ve stolen yet another thing from us!” Nikabrik yelled pointing at Caspian. Caspian glared down at the dwarf.

“I didn’t steal anything.” Caspian voice. Y/n sighed softly, the horn ment nothing. There were no kings or queens there to help protect them. The Telmarine had stolen the relics from them.

“Didn’t steal anything? Shall we list the things the Telmarine have taken?” Asterius the eldest minotaur yelled. Her eyes watched as one by one her people yelled their grievances. All were true and Y/n would hold Caspian punishable. 

“You would hold me accountable for all the crimes of my people?” Caspian asked, pleading to any narnian who would hear. Nikabrik slowly made his way down the holder where he stood.

“Accountable… and punishable.” Nikabrik announced. A scoff came from Reepicheep as Y/n glanced his way. 

“Ha! That is rich coming from you, dwarf. Have you forgotten it was your people who fought alongside the White Witch?” Reepicheep told drawing his sword. His small body made its way between both parties.

“And I'd gladly do it again,if it would rid us of these barbarians.” No, that she would not allow. The White Witch was just as much a murder of her people as the Telmarine’s. 

She crossed her arms as she watched from the shadows as Trufflehunter, bandaged and walking well made his way to defined Caspian.

“Then it's lucky that it is not in your power to bring her back. Or are you suggesting that we ask this boy to go against Aslan now?” Trufflehunter offered. The yelling resumed at the name of Aslan. Y/n has stood in front of Aslan at the age of eight. 

Surly this man could do the same. He had to be older than her at least. 

“Some of you may have forgotten, but we badgers remember well that Narnia was never right except when a son of Adam was king.” She glared at her badger friend. Although her could not see it, the anger was felt. Has she not done enough to show no king of Adam was needed. 

That no human was necessary to them. 

“He's a Telmarine! Why would we want him as our king?” Nikabrik yelled. Y/n had just about had enough. 

“Because I can help you.” Caspian offered. Y/n looked down at her amulet. It shimmered softly, glowing in a gently starlight color. 

“Beyond these woods, I'm a prince.” She shoved the amulet under her armor. She carried not if he was the chosen. She didn’t care, no magic was going to tell her she couldn’t kill the Telmarine. No less the prince of Telmar.

“The Telmarine throne is rightfully mine! Help me claim it, and I can bring peace between us.” Enough. 

“We have heard these lies before.” The trees parted way for Y/n. She stepped out, pulling her hood down. Her body was adorn in black armor and leather. Weapons covered her as she began to circle Caspian. The black paint of her face cause him to shrink back. 

One by in every Narnian bowed down to her. Caspian gulped softly. Her gaze was unwaveringly harsh. 

“General Y/n Novas, leader of the Narnians.” Glenstorm, the centaur announced. 

“My people heard such claims before, from your uncle nonetheless.” She offered. Caspian furrowed his brows.

“Your people…?” He asked softly. There was no a sound in the air.

“The star fairies. The most noble and ancient race in all of Narnia. Keepers of magic, and the stars.” Caspian’s eyes widened. 

“You’re a star fairy?” She nodded her head once. 

“You,” The hostility of her voice was not lost on Caspian. “Telmarine can do nothing but lie and murder, and desecrate.” She circled him like a predator does its prey.

“I do not lie.” Caspian argued.

“That is what your father and Miraz said, before he laid waste to my castle, my family, my life.” Caspian’s face turned. 

“YOU lie! My father was not a cruel murderer!” Caspian attempted. She stopped moving all together. She took a step towards him. 

“I was a foolish child when I saved a Telmarine boy from a rapids. You see the star caries were the only surviving Narnian race that you Telmarine’s could not get rid off. Too much power with us.” Y/n began. The narnians all down at their eyes. This story was not a kind one.

“Out of honor we invite the royal family of Telmar to my wing ceremony. A show of faith and goodwill. My father ever the diplomat thought he could broker peace. He wanted to try one last time.” Her words were spiteful and full of grief. She looked away from Caspian as the silencer tears dared to fall. 

“I remember the day so well. The way my mother, swollen with the first child to be born into the royal family braided my hair. As my brother brought me cakes to eat in the morning. The look of pride on my father’s face as the stars glowed above me.” Caspian stared into her eyes. There was nothing in them. 

“Not even a second after the wings made of pure starlight were on my back did the arrows fly. They struck down my mother first.” She paused her breath quivering. 

“I’d hardly had time to back before they were pulling the gown off her still warm corpse.” Caspian’s mouth drop.

“No.” He mumbled softly. 

“I was pulled off the podium by my bleeding guards. Blood dripped from their mouths, the Telmarine’s had poisoned all the wine…. One by one each of my soldiers dropped to the ground like flies.” Caspian stared at Y/n. She had come again begun to circle him.

He shuddered with guilt as the grief hit him. The pain that she felt was visible.

“My brother found me as the Telmarine soldier began to burn my palace to the ground. We ran till an arrow lodged its way into my back. Then our father found us. We were forced to run for seventeen days as your men hunted us.” Caspian’s eyes dripped with tears. His father would have never allowed such a thing to happened.

“We reach a cliff in the end, your uncle Miraz was at the head of hunters. Me and my brother were too injured. He could not carry and fly us away. I didn’t even know how to work my wings.” Y/n paused as a single tear fell down her face. The other narnias all took in a breath.

“The soldiers grabbed us before we could fall off the cliff.” Caspian opened his mouth. 

“Your brother is not here with you?” He asked hopefully. A dark chuckle came from the back of her throat. 

“Miraz forced me to watch as he carved my brother’s wings from his back.” Caspian froze as Y/n moved closer. Her body was in front of his. His shaking dark eyes full of tears. 

“The bite mark on Miraz’s hand was from me. I bit a chunk clean off to try and make my way to my brother. I just hold him, as his last heartbeat went out.” Caspian could do nothing stare into her eyes. The pain was horrible cast into them. 

Y/n breathed out t heavily as she recounted the most horrific experience of her existence. This Telmarine could not be any different. 

“Miraz grabbed me, forced me into the ground. He used the same dagger to carve my wings up.” She pulled the cloak from her back. There lay limply were her wings. They were severed down the middle. Caspian gasped silently as she watched Y/n turn away. 

The wings had once glows under the stars. They would flutter every so often. Now they simply laid against her back.

“Then he tried to take me back to Telmar with him. Want to keep me as a pet.” She sighed and laughed once.

“A pet! That how Telmarine’s see us narnians!” Y/n yelled to her fellow narnians.

“I threw myself off the cliff. Death would’ve been better than to be a Slavs to the whims of a human.” Y/n paused for a moment.

“So tell me Caspian why is this time any different?” Caspian stood there for a were seconds.

“Because I have no reason to hurt you.”

“Neither did Miraz.” She offered. Caspian could stop himself.

“I am not Miraz! I am Caspian the Tenth. Let me help you.” She paused for a moment. Her eyes moving to Glenstorm. 

“I watched the skies… for it is mine to watch as it is yours to remember, badger and as it is yours to protect General.” Glenstorm began. Y/n could feel the warmth of her glowing amulet, she moved away from Caspian.

“Tarva, the lord of victory, and Alambil, the lady of peace, have come together in the high heavens.” Y/n watched as Glenstorm moved around. He was one of her most noble and trust advisers. He’d never laid her astray so far.

“And now here, a Son of Adam has come forth… to help offer us back our freedom.” Glenstorm’s eyes were on Y/n as he finished. Y/n would not ignore the stars, she could not.

Peace, was it possible. She never know peace with the Telmarine. Not in her heart. She couldn’t ever forgive there wrong doings to her. 

“Is this possible? Do you really think there could be peace? Do you? I mean, really?” The talking squirrel asked. Y/n sighed once and looked at Glenstorm. His eyes held truth.

“Two days ago, I didn't believe in the existence of talking animals... or dwarves or centaurs… or even a fairy.” Caspian’s gaze landed back on Y/n. No other Narnia mattered in this single moment but her. All he needed was to convince her.

“Yet here you are in strength and numbers that we Telmarines could never have imagined.” Caspian looked around at all the eyes upon him. Y/n watched her people, Caspian’s words held truth. They had been careful to hide each other.

Y/n stared at Caspian. Oddly he wasn’t lying, she would’ve know. 

“Whether this horn is magic or not, it brought us together.” Caspian looked into Y/n’s wrathful eyes. “And together, we have a chance to take back what is ours.” Y/n sighed softly. She hated him, she hated all humans. They were all the same.

All lying and deceitful. But this Caspian had forgotten one thing. Y/n wouldn’t care to not slip all his blood should he be lying. She would be more than happy too. 

“Very well Prince Caspian.” Y/n mumbled softly. She nodded at Glenstorm.

“If you will help our general lead us then my sons and I, offer our swords.” The sound of the metal leaving its sheath echoed. Metal by metal, swords and any blade alike was raised to Y/n and Caspian.

Y/n smiled softly up at Glenstorm, her entire life had been dedicated to the Narnians. To help restore there kingdoms. She would not fail them as she fail her own original people.

“And we offer you our lives, unreservedly.” Reepicheep announced bowing to the prince and general. Trufflehunter smiled softly, approaching them both.

“Miraz's army will not be far behind us, my lady and sire.” Y/n nodded.

“If we are to end this we will need to gain more soldiers and weapons.” Y/n voiced to her narnians. 

“I’m sure they will be here soon.” Caspian uttered looking between both Y/n and Glenstorm. Y/n sighed softly as she held Caspian’s gaze. If he wasn’t lying she was going to build a new spike and place his head on it. 

She could help but ignore the amulet that still glowed as she stood in his presence. The amulet was old, its magic worn she told herself. 

No Telmarine Prince was chosen for her by the stars. She wouldn’t allow it.

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Question

Anyone interested in a Monty the Crow x scylla demon! reader? She’s a half-breed mutt and he’s a crow. She was trapped in hell for hundreds of years before she met a teenage ghost who helped her escape. They later met another boy who would soon die and join there friendship. The group created the Dead Boy Detective Agency. Later as their classes become more difficult pieces of her life before her friends is slowly revealed. What should happen when she met and falls deeply and helplessly in love with an enemy crow. Trigger Warnings for bellow the cut off Hell, Demons, Gore, Blood, self hatred? Sneak peak below.

It was loud in Hell. Louder than she thought it would be. After evening dragged down however many years ago she’d lost all hope of ever leaving. Her father was not much help, some high lord demon he was. Couldn’t even free his own daughter for the prison of his own making.

She could never quite drown out all the screaming. Her ears were better than that of normal humans, she could hear everything. Every soul being tormented. Every demon who laughed. There was not one thing in hell that happened that she couldn’t hear.

However as the door to her torture chamber opened slowly she did not recognize the footsteps of the ghost who quickly hid. Her eyes slowly lifted upwards, her face red and puffy of tears.

They on the ground next to her was a boy her age. With pale skin, blood dripping from his forehead, almost black hair and the most intense emerald eyes she’d ever seen. His face was covered in terror as he looked around the room.

Bodies covered every inch. Bloody mutilated bodies. Limps and guts were torn out and scattered about. The faces of horror forever laced in the corpses.

“Who are you?” Her voice came out hoarse, her last screaming fit having only been a few minutes ago.

“….Edwin Payne.” His voice was soft, maybe a bit fearful.

She chuckled softly, pain? His last name was Payne and he was in hell.

“I think you’re in the wrong room.” She whispered softly, leaning closer to him. He shook his head furiously, the blood in his face crippled down.

“No! I shouldn’t be here at all!” He whisper yells. The girl nodded softly as some demon crawled in front of her door. Edwin froze up, his eyes locking upon the entrance.

“Don’t worry sacrifice, most of the demons avoid this room.” She mumbled laying her head back down in her knees. He slowly turned to her, he studied her frame quickly.

“Come with me.” He whispered. She snapped her head up staring into his soul.

“Excuse me?”

“Come with me, I’m escaping. If these demons are so afraid of you then maybe it will be better for the both of us.” She didn’t answer.

Her gaze traveled around the carnage covered room. Her father wasn’t evening much help getting her out of here. Her own mother laid with the corpses. Maybe that wasn’t really her, maybe her soul was somewhere else.

“That doesn’t frighten you? That demons are afraid of me?” He shock his head.

“Not if it gets us out of this place.” She nodded her head. He slowly stood up, lowering his hand for her to take.

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………….

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Then she took it.

Thoughts? What do yall think????

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Edit: First chapter is up along with cast.

Cast

Chapter One

As usual, your writing is amazing and you did exactly as I asked. I still find it hard to believe that you can just write my requests the day I put them out, yet here we are. I’ll probably have another request sooner than later, but for now I am content. Also, Percy licking the tears and Annabeth forcing the reader to watch their sister get murdered is great; dark Percabeth is just so great in my opinion. Thank you again for taking the time to write my request; have a great day :)

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No problem, I live writing all your requests. Feel free to send any other fandoms too, and I hope you continue to enjoy my writings.

Project SS

It stared as an idea. Take a dying child and infect them with the SS serum. These children would be raised in isolation, to be the future soldiers for the ark, then earth.

Most died out over time.

Not her, Not Y/n Kane. The only child of Marcus Kane and his wife Alice Kane. After her birth, born with a weak heart Alice Kane decided to give her to the scientists that were working on the project.

Forging her husband’s signature upon the document Alice Kane was sentenced to death. The deal though and Y/n Kane became the most deadly of the super soldiers.

When protecting a friend she finds herself in a cell. Then in her way to earth with the rest of the 100. How will her love continue knowing she’s just puppet to be controlled. Will she grow out of such a horrible situation and blossom with the help of her friends and loved ones. Or will she fall so deep into her created identity that there is no hope.

Y/n Kane

The Weapon

Bellamy Blake

The Protector

Clarke Griffin

The Princess

Octavia Blake

The Optimist

Jasper Jordan

The Kind

Monty Green

The Intelligent

Finn Collins

The Spacewalker

Raven Reyes

The Engineer

John Murphy

The Wildcard

Ares Stormen

The Brother

Marcus Kane

The Father

Abigail Griffin

The Doctor

Thelonious Jaha

The Chancellor

Bellamy Blake x fem!reader

Trigger Warnings: Mentioned S/A on another character, depression, self-harm, anxiety, experimentation on children, abusing relationships, murder, blood, gore?

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Just a small sneak peek at a future Narnia fic idea.

Star fairies, the most ancient race in Narnia. Guardians of the stars and magic. Creature Aslan himself held in the highest of places are gone. Killed in a murderous rampage of the Tyrant of Telmar, Miarz desecrated all the once holy creatures. Almost all, the lone survivior being their Princess Y/n. Her hatred for all humans only grows and festers as she ages. How will this hatred be tested when she is forced to save and protect the nephew, the very prince of the people who murdered hers. Will sure learn not all humans are the same or will hatred only grow.

Prince Caspian. He was no Prince but a prisoner in his own country as his uncle held his kingdom. His only comfort the stories his father would tell of a magical race of fairies that protected the stars and the very magic that Narnia ran on. When he is forced from his home he meet the very creature from these stories. Her beauty and powerful aura was enough to make Caspian fall in love, except she hates him more than anything. Can he turn her hatred to love, or will she forever hate all humans.

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King!Sirius who had many concubines but fell completely in love with his childhood best friend (a female bestfriend). They met again after 10 years of separation, and Sirius' best friend became Sirius' main lady-in-waiting because of the orders of her father who was the prime minister🌝🌝🌝

Reunion

a/n: So I started this then all the progress got deleted 🥲. I changed it from prime minister to advisor cause I don’t know enough about a prime minister. But here it is, hope you enjoy.

Warnings: period misogyny, sexual thoughts, nsfw thought (not to long) pregnancy and childbirth mentioned, use of the word cunt once, jealousy, Sirius being lovesick for reader

Royal Au

Sirius Black x Fem! Reader

The chamber was filled with blaring music as the nobles and others who live at court danced. Sirius watched with a bored look as he brought his gaze to Mary. One of his many concubines, she danced with an erotic sway to her hips as she stared at him.

Sirius leaned back, the crown resting on his head growing heavy. Months of being king and the weight of the thing was already overwhelming. One of his advisors walked to him, bowing deeply.

“My king, allow me to introduce my daughter, Lady Y/n of the Riverlands.”

The crowds parted as she approached and bowed. Her dress was a rich red with golden embroidery. Her shining h/c held a circlet… wait he knew that circlet. As her bright and shimmering e/c irises met his chocolate one he gasped softly.

His little love was back.

Year ago during his childhood when escaping from tutors he’d run into a small girl. She brought him to a lake and every day after that she taught him to swim. They grew together, sharing secrets, sharing snacks, sharing… love.

That pretty girl he once knew no longer stood in front of him, a beautiful nymph had blossomed from his little love. She stared at him for a moment as a rose blush dusted over her cheeks.

“My king, it is an honor to meet you.” He voice was that if the sweetest honey, and addictive nectar like Sirius had never experienced. They stared at each other for so long, her father began to speak.

“Would you like to dance my lady?”

Sirius cut off a discussion her father was having with him a stood from his throne swiftly. He took Y/n’s soft hand into his with a smile. He brought it to his lips placing a gently kiss on her bare skin. Gods how he missed her.

“I would be delighted to, my king.” Sirius whisked Y/n to the dance floor. His arm went around her waist and a new chorus began to start. The pair danced in sync for a while, basking in the other presents.

“It’s been a long time, little love.” Y/n giggled softly, the souls of bells entering Sirius’s ears. How he missed her, her smile, her laugh, her words, her touch, her skin… her lips.

“That is has been, my puppy.”

“Where did you go?” Y/n flattered as Sirius spun her away. She caught Mary’s eyes full of envy. Y/n was glad when she was brought back into the safety of Sirius’s warm arms.

“Mother called done back to study and become a proper lady… I didn’t want to leave.” Y/n uttered softly. Sirius hummed softly as he lifted her in the air with a spin. As he brought her back down to the ground he brought his mouth to her ear. His voice a hushed whisper.

“How long will you be staying?”

“I am to be your lady in waiting if what my father says is correct.”

“It is now.”

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Sirius crept through the hidden hallways of his youth. Passages him and Y/n would use when playing. They lead straight into her new chambers. For the last few weeks Y/n had been attending him. Weeks of bliss, hidden touches, and stolen glances.

As Sirius slowly entered Y/n’a room his eyes were burning with unreleased tears. The weight of the crown was too much for him. As he walked over to her bed he peered over her sleeping frame. The soft rise and fall of her chest. Her breast pecked out slightly against the simple white nightgown she slept in.

Sirius wondered what it would be like to throw off those covers and ravish her. To feast on her cunt and lap at her juices. Sirius wondered what it would be like to marry Y/n. To see her in a crow in the throne next to him. To see her swell with their child. Sirius would be expected to want a boy but a girl wouldn’t be so bad one that looked like her mother.

Sirius slowly ducked under the covers and crawled up her body resting in her chest. He nuzzled into her warmth wrapping himself so tightly around her. Her soft moan of confusion as she began to wake was like a melody to Sirius’s ears.

“Puppy? What are you-?”

“I need to see you, hold you.” Sirius stared firmly. Y/n brought a lazy hand to his dark curls and raked her hand through the strands.

“What will people say if they find out you were in the bed of your lady in waiting?” Sirius hunted softly and hid his head in the crock of Y/n’s neck. He inhaled deeply, the scent of her rose and his net milk bath still lingering in her skin.

”Let us have this, please.” Sirius pleaded lifting his head up. He hover over her and he slowly brought his lips to hers. She brought her hand to his face, softly caressing his cheek.

A few moments of silence passed as Sirius nuzzled back into Y/n. Their body’s molded to each others.

“I hope we will always have this.” Y/n mumbled as she drifted back off to sleep. Siris laid away for a while longer, listening to Y/n’s heart beat as her own personal song.

“We will always have this, I’ll make sure.” Sirius muttered as he too drifted to sleep.

Fairy of monsters

Chapter one 

Advesperascit 

(N.) the approaching dark: the evening draws near

A girl with umber hair and blue eyes that have a circle of gold in then, is seen singing in a soft tone. As the water flows from the fossett, while she scrubs a dish with her sponge, she sings.

“Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens.

Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens.

Brown paper packages tied up with strings.

These are a few of my favorite things.”

Another girl can be seen entering the house. This girl has fiery red hair and the same eyes. Her makeup was messed up, and her shoes were off. But still the girl sang her song.

“Cream-colored ponies and crisp apple strudels.

Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles.

Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings.

These are a few of my favorite things.”

The red head went to go upstairs ,but felt the small splash of water to her back.  Turning around the red head glares at the brunette.

“I told mom and dad that you were at the park and would be home late. They believed it thankfully. So Bloom how was the party?” The brunette questions.

“It was fine Alastaria. What are you still doing up. Mom still making you clean the whole first floor after dinner?”Bloom asks her sister. Bloom noticed  her sisters long umber hair was up in a messy ponytail. A black apron on top of her grey checkered shirt with a long black skirt.

“No I had to make muffins for moms workers. I’m cleaning the dish’s. How was Andy, and I have some leftover cake from dinner. It’s calling your name on it. It’s lemon and pistachio.” Alastaria sang to Bloom.

Rolling her eyes bloom makes her way to the counter. A cheeky smile came on Alastaria’s face, and she grabs a plate from the fridge. Alastaria lightly tosses the plate of cake to her sister.

“You know he wants to apologize, you should let him. Do they still hurt” Bloom mumbled with cake in her mouth. Subconsciously Alastaria moved to her left arm and softly grabs her arm. This was all bloom needed to know they still hurt.

“I’m gonna go to bed, you should too. After all I don’t think that you got much sleep last night.”Bloom states. A smile comes on Alastaria’s face as she drys her hands. Walking over to the staircase Bloom and Alastaria walk to there room and lay down to sleep.

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“Wake up sleepy head the suns been up for ages.” The girls mom yells. “Mom five more minutes” Bloom complains. “Your late Bloom” her mother sings. Jumping up bloom yells “school!!”.  Bloom runs around trying  to get ready.

Downstairs Alastaria is pulling out a pan of muffins. She places them in a box, and ties a ribbon around it. The toaster pops up with her dads toast. She grabs it and, Bloom comes downstairs complaining how she never gets to go on holiday by herself.

“Bloom your sister never wants to go on holiday. She always cleans, cooks, bakes, and dose well in her sports. Bloom maybe when we go to the beach you can go somewhere without us okay. Also Bloom how about we show you girls something” Vanessa says.

“Ya just a little something to help you girls get around gardenia.” Mike replies to his wife. He winks at her with a smile. The two girls run out of there house thanking there parents, think they would be getting scoters. Unfortunately the girls only see a red and grey bike in there front yard.

Disappointed the girls walk over to the bikes, but tell there parents thank you. As Bloom ride to the park Alastaria stays behind to talk with her parents.

“Mom I left you orange and cranberry muffins for the flower shop employees. Dad there are some chocolate muffins and blueberries muffins for your firefighter team. Love you have a good day” Alastaria yells.

As Alastaria rides to the park she takes a bite out of a chocolate croissant she grabbed. She entered the park with a sigh Alastaria saw her sister following her rabbit into the woods of the park. Finishing her croissant she ran after Bloom.

Ending up on a different tree Alastaria looked at the sight before you. A girl with blond hair, wings and a staff! Was fighting a bunch of monsters. Suddenly Bloom yelled “Leave her alone!”.  

All at once monsters started to charge at Bloom. “No! BLOOM!” Alastaria screams. This makes some of the monsters charge at her. A burning sensation comes over Alastaria’s eyes right before they get to Close. Bloom made and energy blast while the monsters stop and whispered something at Alastaria.

The monsters around Alastaria ran back to the ogre. Yelling something in there tough, the ogre looked shock at what the monster were saying. The ogre picked up bloom, and Alastaria runs to the blonde.

“Let my sister go!” Alastaria screams. The ogre looks at Alastaria and whispers to low for anyone to hear. But before he puts bloom down bloom blasts him and a dragon silhouette comes out of the orange blast.

Bloom lands on the ground infront of  the blonde and Alastaria. “Wow powerful” the blonde states. The blonde stood up and grabbed her staff and went up to bloom. She asked “You okay? And you are you okay?” Bloom and Alastaria just nod there heads.

“I have my scepter back now you don’t scare me any more” the blonde told the ogre. The blonde blast him and the other monsters attack , while Bloom and Alastaria stare at her in awe. Two monsters go over to the sisters, and rip a piece of there clothes. With the monster running over to the ogre they retreated.

As the blonde says something to Bloom, Alastaria realizes that she understood what the monster said. The monster said “Her Highness is Here” over and over. Alastaria wondered how she knew what they were saying.

Hearing a thud to her left Alastaria looks over, and sees the blonde is unconscious on the ground. Standing up Alastaria runs over to the blonde and shakes her. “Bloom what happed?” Alastaria questions. “She just collapsed!” Bloom explains.

“We need to get her home. Can you take her on your bike?” Bloom asks. Nodding her head Alastaria picked up the blonde. “We’re lucky that I workout and do martial arts. Or we wouldn’t have been able to get her home.”Alastaria teased.

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In another dimension the ogre walk to the middle of three people. “So you failed” one of the witches said. “Not my fault highness. I had the scepter in my hands, but then theses  earthling girls appears and messes everything up.”The ogre explains. “Earthling girls” another witch questions. This witch was very confused on how a earthlIng girl  cause problems.

“Oh but they weren’t any ordinary earthlings, ones got powers she pushed back my gouhls just like that. The other well she was different .” “Interesting describe this them.” the first witch said. “Your glasses were are they!” the third witch yelled.

“Right here highness” the ogre stuttered. Pulling out a pair a glasses he put them on. “Quite theses girl could mean something to us!” The second witch screams. “Don’t worry highness two of my gouls  grabbed this. It’s pieces of there clothes. To us this is nothing but to a hunting troll, it’s an important clue” ogre states.

A blue hunting troll came from the side and  garbs the clothes. After smelling the blue pant piece, the troll smells the black skirt fabric. Only to drop it and yell in his tongue “Highness her highness”.

“Her highness” the first witch sneered. “What do you mean Her highness. Her Highness isn’t supposed to come of another 2,000 years. Plus if Her Highness was alive she would have taken back her kingdom. She would have destroyed Lord Azazel!” she screamed.

“Now mow sister calm down. If Her Highness is truly alive she make be of great help to us. Knut bring us the girls” the second witch explains calmly.

“And don’t let us down!” all three witches yelled.

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As Bloom and there Dad argue Alastaria sits at the blonde girls side. “No no please don’t tell anyone”the blonde says sleepily. “She coming too. How do you feel?” The girls mother asked. The blonde made a sound of confusion. “I’m alright thanks for helping me out” the says.

Taking all the credit Bloom blushes. “Oh it was nothing” Bloom gushes. Sad look comes on Alastaria’s face, as she thinks that the blonde didn’t care that she helped to. “My names Stella, and where is the other girl who helped me” Stella asked. A look of annoyance came on Blooms face as she points to where Alastaria is sitting.

Alastaria just waves at Stella with a smile on her face. “Hello Stella my names Alastaria, and the other girls name is Bloom. She’s my sister. Are you okay? Are you hungry or, do you need some water?” Alastaria questions.

“Should we call your parents dear?” Vanessa asks Stella. Stella just sits up and smiles. “That would be difficult they live in a place a bit far from here. Have you heard of Solaria it’s a kingdom far far away. I’m a fairy you know. I was trying to get to Alfea in the realm of magix” but Stella is cut off by Mike.

“Oh but course I’m calling the police. It doesn’t take a genius to realize this girl is seriously out of her mind!” Mike yells. As he is about to phone the police Stella (who looks very mad) points her finger at the phone. The phone changes into a carrot and a cabbage.

“She not crazy Dad! Look at her clothes! What normals person wears clothes like that! And look at her  hair there is literally a crown thing in it” Alastaria objects.

“Alright you believe me now?”Stella smugly asks. A smirk comes on Alastaria’s face as she looks at Stella. Bloom defense Stella saying “yeah I saw her and I believe her.” Stella  begins to explain that those creatures attacked her, and how she was forced to land here.

“Your daughters saved my life. Bloom pushed back the ghouls with an energy shield. And Alastaria well I don’t know what she did but, the ghouls ran away from her screaming. As if they were scared” Stella cheered.

A smug smiles comes on Blooms lips as she looks at her sister. “Actually I don’t know how I did it.” Bloom sneers. Alastaria just thinks about how the ghouls ran away from her. How they seemed scared. “I don’t think I did anything either. I just looked at them.” Alastaria states. Bloom scoffs at her sister, annoyed as to why Alastaria was trying to make it seem like she had done anything. Bloom believed that she was the one that help Stell not Alastaria.

“A fairy doesn’t need to know how she just does it that’s all” Stella explains. Beaming Bloom gushes “I’m a a Fairy.” Smiling Stella nods her head. “Of course you are don’t tell me your not. Have you registered for the new program at Alfea Castle? It’s the best School for young fairies like you and me” Stella declared.

“If Blooms a fairy what am I?” Alastaria questions. Bloom glares at Alastaria, furious that her sister changed the topic. “Alastaria don’t be rude! Just because I’m special doesn’t mean that you have to be” Bloom states. Alastaria looks down in sadness. “Girls go to your room I need to talk with your Mother!” Mike yells. Mike glares at his wife for not doing anything about what Bloom said to Alastaria. The girls walk to the sisters shared room not noticing the gouhls watching there everyone.

Especially Alastaria!

If one more person follows me in a bikini I’m gonna cry. I just want to write my fanfics in peace. Please!