Games Invented By The Darkness

The doors behind Amethyst unhurriedly opened to publish a familiar girl. Her blushing, snow-white skin victoriously cast the now messy, dim-lighted room with its blush— notifying those present of her presence.

Her mesmerising sky-blue sights scanned the room with no detection of enthusiasm on her features. Fixing herself and brushing unnoticeable dirt on her clothes, Amethyst cat-walked to the table, there, where Prince Dwight was still standing and unable to tell what was happening.

"Re…Renesmee!"

Prince Dwight finally got back his senses and called out to the one whose tiny feet shuffled towards the window, to peek at the dead creature that was bleeding profusely.

"She is correct, brother; HE, who called upon us, had warned about time and…I wouldn't like it if she lingered long in MY CASTLE!" Renesmee entangled the slender fingers of both of her hands and expressed in a bird's sweet voice.

Her relaxed figure walked towards Amethyst who had chuckled at the words Renesmee had puf