Living in Lorell or, as its name now stands, Fornid, is tricky. Death is so easy. There are no bodies. The men in blood red robes are always first. There is no mourning. There is no mention. The memory rots. Except for one. Amira.
As she strolls down the long hallway the reapers, as she calls them, hurry away holding a body. Avery, she silently thinks. His name is Avery. As they pass her one shoots a bolt of lightning at her. It rebounds. She sees it turn to mist, but doesn't blink. She's used to this.
They want her to forget. Just like they want her to forget her parents. Or the 998 bodies they carry. Well, 999. Avery is 999th. Why do they need so many bodies? When she was younger they'd do this, but she kept blabbering about her parents. Then they'd hit her. Whip her. Hurt her.
She made her way to her room with her head up and back straight. If she was seen walking in any other position she was yelled at. "You have to be pure for suitors" Uncle Fornid would say gruffly. Another thing. They said Uncle Fornid was her Father.
"No" younger Amira would say, " Daddy is a strong guard! Uncle Fornid is a spaz. He could never be daddy!" . Then they'd beat her. They'd whip her. She would cry in "her" room. It wasn't hers. Her room was in the abandoned Victorian mansion.
She traced the delicate lines of the sword and shield hooked on the wall. They belonged to her father. Thousands of names flitted around it. Emily, Genji, Elizabeth, Drone, Laki. They had all died by the end of this sword. Hundreds of deaths.
She slipped a book out of her large bookcase. It was titled Snake Charmer. It was a classic Fairy Tail about a peasant and prince, Kinana and Erik.
Overall it has a happy ending. When she was younger her father would read her that story. Amira weighed the thin paperback in her hand. It was small, and had some tears, but it one of her precious memories of her parents she could harbor without being hit. "A book" she would tell them, "It's just a book".
As she sat on her bed she heard the reapers shuffling the name hit her like a rocket. It was her caregiver. Her mother figure. The only person who didn't hit her when she talked about her forbidden past, but instead listened. The light in her endless tidal pool of oncoming torture.
Maisie
A/N- ok what did I do with this chapter?!
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FantasyA collab story with my friend _MissSunny_ Amira had lived her life given a title and life she didn't want. After her only light in her shadows dies, she plots escape. When she makes it out, she runs for all she's worth. Then out of nowhere, a proph...
