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-Katherine- I sat in the library for a long time, unsure what to think or even feel. I was so overwhelmed by everything I had learned. Not just about these powers of mine but also about what Darius had done. He had sought out a Dark One… He had spoken to one and tried to strike a deal with them so he could come home. I understood why he did it. I didn’t blame him for talking to them. I didn’t believe we truly understood their powers or what they could do. Just look at Darius. He was nothing like any of the people around us expected him to be. Why couldn’t the other Dark Ones surprise us? Why couldn’t they show there was more to them than a hunger for power? Besides, was Acan any different from those monsters they were pictured as when he was the one hungry for power? What did worry me was the fact that Darius was told no. The Dark One believed he could crush them, and Darius believed the same thing. He too thought it was going to be over soon, and he would never see his home again. I
-Darius- Quinn and I didn’t speak much after what I pointed out. We just stood there in the middle of the camp, unable to form words, because what was there to say? What on earth could leave our lips to make this situation better? Neither of us knew. I didn’t mean to make him sad or feel afraid. I didn’t mean to ruin his night. Everyone had begun to relax around the camp, just enjoying their time as anyone would before battle. But it didn’t seem like we were going to battle for a while. I was scared of making a move, afraid of how much it would cost us, and all those lives would be on me. The generals had retreated. After being shown those heads, they had not really left their tents, and our meetings had grown quiet and still. No one spoke. No one said anything because we already knew who was the winner. It was so obvious, and it filled us with fear. Paralyzing fear that made it impossible for any of us to move. We were scared—terrified even. We didn’t know what to do with ourselves.
-Darius- "Do it," Quinn told me. "Quinn, I am not taking your powers." "You could probably use them better than me." "No, I could not." "Dark Ones rarely need time to learn. You could," he said. "Quinn, I am not doing it, and I am not asking others to do it, I informed him. So lower your hand." He sighed, but I reached out and placed my hand on his shoulder, smiling a little at him. "But admire that." Quinn continued to smile, but then I realized what was happening. I realized this was a repeat of the past, and I lowered my hand, looking at it as if it weren’t my own. Quinn noticed, looking at me funny. "What?" he asked. I focused on him, then shook my head. "Nothing," I whispered. I looked around, seeing that I had truly done it. I was amazed by my own ability, and for a moment I was unsure what to do with myself. I felt Quinn’s eyes on me again, and I turned to him and smiled. "I have something we need to do." "Oh?" "Come with me," I ordered. I waved Quinn along. I had
-Darius- As I had said, we were going to fight again in a few days. I walked through the camp in the early morning, seeing them all getting ready. They nodded at me as I walked by, and I knew many of them were nervous considering how many people we had lost fighting against them only once and then sending in the group of men into the forest. Everyone was nervous. It made the air thick with tension and almost suffocating. I had my worries too, of course. If I died, this plan would be destroyed, and all the knights and soldiers would die as well. No one would return home. We would all be drained of our powers, and I knew the Dark Ones would be very vengeful. They would come after Acan and everyone else. Maybe Katherine would be the only woman standing, considering the Dark Ones powers didn’t work on her. But I didn’t like that thought. As the last woman left, she wouldn’t be shown kindness, and I was unsure if her abilities could even be used against knives and swords. Her skin could s
-Katherine- "Katherine!" My father, not quite the young man anymore, hurried down the big stone staircase, my mother yelling after him not to run. It was such a funny sight. But I was my father’s only child and his princess. He always got so excited seeing me, and it had been a while since I was last visiting. My mother was laughing, shaking her head, and enjoying the sight as my father came over to me, helping me down from my horse. Maybe I should have taken the carriage. I was not so small anymore, and this stomach made it harder for me to move around as easily. My father hugged me the moment my feet were on the ground. I had guards around me who also dismounted, waiting for us to move. "You’re home!" he said happily, hugging me even harder. "And pregnant. Don’t break me," I chuckled. He moved back and looked at me with pride and love in his eyes before looking down at my stomach, which was rounding more and more. "I can’t wait to meet them," he said. "We both can’t." My moth
-Katherine- My parents looked at me with huge eyes. I knew what I was saying was practically treason, but I was still very mad at Acan, and I couldn’t believe he would do this to his own brother. But Acan loved Acan. He didn’t share any deep affection towards anyone else. He might say he loved Darius. He might say he loved Silver, but I knew deep in his heart there was only room for himself and the crown he carried. Power meant more to him than family ever would, and it stung that it had to be this way. It stung that he was being such an awful person because he was not the one paying for it. Everyone else around him paid the price, and I was tired of paying that price. I was tired of living with the enemy, but I also knew I had to if I was going to change things. I had to stay close to my enemies. I had to make them think we were on the same side, or else I would never be able to get close enough to drive the metaphorical dagger into their black hearts. "Katherine!" my mother scolde
-Katherine- My mother and I visited the town the next day. I could feel my body feeling like it had been thrown against a wall or something. I had never used my powers before, and it was taking its toll. I knew I had to be careful from now on. Like my mother, I was warned not to use too much power since I was pregnant. The child was a magical child after all. Its powers needed something to feed off of as well. I was very excited, though, as I woke up the next morning, and I could see on my parents’ faces as well how happy they were for me. They had seen me do magic. I hadn’t conjured anything that truly could be seen with the naked eye, but they had seen that the water from the master had not been able to hit me. I had protected myself through magic, and that was extraordinary since everyone believed I was nothing. They thought I was born wrong. My parents still loved me, but it became harder for other people to love me. Even Acan’s family in this life had gone against me. They did n
-Katherine- My parents had prepared a truly grand ball. They had made such a wonderful evening where many lords and ladies had come to join, but also the streets were partying and the lights were shining brighter than ever throughout the whole city. I had not expected such a big welcome, but I was very thrilled to be received with so much love. It made my heart feel full, and when I entered the ballroom, people turned to me, clapping and greeting me as I made my way to my parents. I wore a dark green dress with golden spirals and a small crown on my head. My long, wavy, red hair cascaded down my back. This time, I felt good entering a ballroom. This time I felt welcomed, and I knew many had heard of the princess, who everyone thought was without powers but might just have powers after all. It made them look at me even more impressed. So many had looked at me throughout my childhood as if I were born wrong, but now many of them looked at me impressed. I had made something out of mysel