The flame sprouted from her petite hands,
Forming an orb of blue.
She squealed in excitement
As her creation grew.
"No, Princess Antonella!"
She faltered,
And her flame extinguished.
Her lips pouted
For she had just managed to control her gift and watch it flourish.
"Fire is destruction."
Philip knelt in front of her,
Grabbing her hands in his.
"It's an act of dark magic.
No one must know about this,
For you'll surely be punished, child."
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The Traitor of Inlustris
FantasyAs a new queen rises to power, the kings of Caeleste grow unrest. The Inlustris in their sights, they send an assassin to Antonella Feulune's palace, and the war is declared. Inexperienced and filled with grief, Antonella sends off her fiancé on a t...
