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CHAPTER ONE
MIRAI POV

Mirai slumped lower in her seat, her legs stretched almost towards the edge of the dais, her butt hanging off the throne. She didn’t understand why she had to sit for three blasted hours while her father, the king, handed out the punishments of several subjects for various, stupidly ridiculous reasons.

Mirai yawned for the third time in ten minutes, jaw creaking. On the opposite side of the king, her mother glared at her. Mirai ignored her-just like always. Her older sister snickered from her throne on the queen’s other side. The king ignored all of them, his gaze focused on the speaker in front of him.

“…two counts of attempted burglary,” the young captain of the guard, Morwen, was saying, his spine straight, hands behind his back, and not a blond hair on his pretty head out of place. “…cargo Aaun had shipped over for their stay, but he overturned in a trench when his horse was spooked by something and ran off the road…”

Mirai yawned again, her eyes fluttering as she sank lower in her seat. Great Iokia, she couldn’t feel her butt anymore. She rolled over onto one hip, hoping to regain feeling. Her mother’s sigh whistled through the throne room. Mirai sighed too, mocking, and was satisfied to hear her sister, Madeleine, echo her. The queen sniffed in annoyance, then Mirai mimicked her, and finally Madeleine.

“Okay, enough!” The king glared at his daughters, exasperated. Turning back to the man in chains kneeling in front of Morwen, he said, “Your sentence is two years in the dungeons. Even if you hadn’t stolen from the Aaunians, stealing is not tolerated. After you serve out your sentence, you’ll go back to Bual.” He nodded at the guards standing on either side of the prisoner and simultaneously, they grabbed his arms, dragging the man out.

It wasn’t unusual Mirai’s father to sentence prisoners to years in prison. With the number of Aaunians flooding in from across the Krahl Sea, the crime rate in Zava had grown. It wasn’t like they could kick the Aaunians out either; they were experiencing the severe drought that always popped up in Aaun every ten or eleven years and had to leave and dwell in the other three kingdoms until it was over, and the fear of Sun Sickness dissipated.

Mirai groaned, tilting her head to the left and cracking her neck before switching sides. She yawned, scratching her neck, wondering if she’d have time to take her horse out riding or if there were going to be trials and sentences to dish out for the rest of the afternoon.

“Is there something you needed, Princess?” Morwen asked with barely concealed contempt.

“Father,” Mirai said, ignoring him, “how much longer do we have to sit on these torture devices? I can’t feel my butt anymore. I think maybe you should start sentencing your prisoners to sit here for weeks at a time. That’d be a suitable punishment.”

Morwen made a noise of disgust and the queen hissed at her. “Mirai.”

“You must have a hard butt, Mother. Father. Tell me what the secret is. Is it iron? Do you have an iron butt? Do you forge it in fire?”

“Mirai,” the king warned. “Morwen, where is the next prisoner?”

“Yes, Morwen,” Mirai crooned, a corner of her lips lifted in a smirk. “Some of us do not have butts made of iron, you know.”

Madeleine snickered. “Guess it’s not hereditary,” she said.

“Your Majesty,” Morwen said, his voice tight with annoyance, “I’m sorry; I do not know what’s taking so long- “

“Can you feel your butt if it’s iron?” Mirai said, setting her elbow on her armrest and resting her chin in her palm.

“Does it not weigh you down, Mother?” Madeleine added innocently.

“Oh for Iokia’s sake, enough, you two,” the king said, rubbing his forehead. “Morwen, I do not have all day. Go see what the hold up is.”

Morwen bowed briskly and headed toward the gold double doors, his polished shoes clicking sharply against the shiny marble floor.

“I wonder- “

“Be quiet!” the queen screamed at Mirai, and she bit back a grin, exchanging smirks with Madeleine.

Two feet before Morwen reached the doors, they blew open, smacking into him and sending him slamming against the wall. They had opened like a gust of wind had brushed against them and they hit the walls behind them, softly, as if the sound was muffled by a cushion of air.

A tall pale man strode inside with a troop of masked men wearing helmets that obscured their faces coming in after him. Mirai was the first one to leap to her feet having spotted the dead guards out in the corridor as the strangers suddenly flooded in.

All of them wore red hosens that clung to the thick muscles of their legs, tight black tunics with jerkins paired with dark steel helmets. All except the two men in the front. The first man that had entered was tall and skinny, his skin sickly pale. He had a mess of black hair and black eyes that stared around the room with calculation. His companion was also tall with strikingly blond hair and cold, cruel blue eyes. He took in the room as fast as a blink, seeing the shocked guards still lined against the walls. Barking orders at his knights, he unsheathed the long, slightly curved sword from its sheathe on his hip, stabbing an unsuspecting guard right through the chainmail.
Then chaos erupted.

Mirai flipped two knives out of the sheathes taped to her legs under her dress, slashing at one knight and spinning around one of Morwen’s guards to slam a knee into another knight’s crotch, sticking her knife right into the man’s visor. A scream erupted out of him. Goal.

Making her way off the dais wasn’t hard as a wall of Morwen’s soldiers shielded them from view. But Mirai wanted the action. She wanted the power and the fear and the pain. Maybe, just maybe, her parents would be convinced of her talents. She didn’t need to be as regal and queenly as Madeleine- but she could still be the next queen.
Amid all the bloodshed and shouts, the clanging of swords, something caught her eye. Pulling her dagger out of a knight’s leg, she kicked him over, her eyes widening as she saw a flicker of black inkiness before it vanished again. Shaking her head, she passed her sister, neither of them looking at each other. It was a contest of sorts, for them. Only the best could be the next queen. But Mirai already knew that by being the youngest, she was set to rule in her sister’s shadow forever.

“Wilbur!” The man in charge walked through the mess of knights and toward the dais, both sides parting before him like he was some kind of god. They were afraid of him. “Wilbur, give me the lightstones. I know you have one of them, I know who you are.”

Mirai’s head whipped around, searching for her father’s reaction. He was standing up, his own sword drawn, taking a protective stance in front of the queen. It wasn’t necessary- Mirai and Madeleine were doing a good job deterring anyone from coming closer, and so were Morwen’s guards.

Besides, Queen Kavliana was the best swordfighter in Zava, Madeleine a close second. They didn’t call Kavliana the Tiger Queen for nothing.

Mirai stepped in front of one knight, knocking his sword arm up and plunging her knife in his chest. Arms clamped down on her arms from behind her and she gasped, the hard armor of whoever was holding her at bay cutting into her bare arms. The knight in front of her held one gloved hand against his stab wound, tearing the dagger out and flipping it over so the point was aimed right at her. Mirai’s heart thundering in her ears, she lifted both feet off the ground and slammed them into the knight in front of her, using the momentum to unbalance the one holding her. Using that to her advantage, she swung her legs back down, sending the man rolling over her back and crashing on the ground in front of her. She made quick work of slitting their throats before reclaiming her lost dagger.
Looking up, her breath caught in her throat. The blue-eyed man was staring straight at her, eyes narrowed thoughtfully. Noticing he had her attention, he smiled, a dimple popping in his cheek.

A devil.

His hand lifted, slowly, almost tantalizing in the way it moved. Then he pointed, right at her, and black tendrils burst from his hand, slamming right into her.

She screamed, suddenly blinded as she felt the force hammer into her body over and over again. She stumbled back, colliding sharply with someone. Gasping, she lurched forward again. She was defenseless. She couldn’t count on her sister to help her; wasn’t even sure she wanted her help.

“Princess!” Strong arms wrapped around her shoulders, holding her close and trying to restrain her. “Princess, it’s me,” Morwen hissed in her ear.

“I can’t see!” she cried out. Her eyes stung. What was that inky tentacle? Was she blinded? She felt Morwen shift her behind him and she focused on rubbing her eyes to the point that her palms ached. Soon she could make out figures, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Morwen was engaged with a knight, his sword meeting him strike for strike. Mirai stared around, looking for the blue-eyed devil, and spotted him making his way behind his leader.

“Stop!” The queen stepped around Mirai’s father; her own long, sharp knife was drawn. “Akarandi, stop!”

Akarandi?

The man’s black eyes seemed to light up. “Well, I’d say this was a surprise, but I’m afraid I’d be lying. Kavliana, I knew you were hiding out in one of the alternate dimensions. It was just a matter of time until I figured out which.” The light in his eyes suddenly went out as he swiftly stepped aside, letting the guard who had tried to attack him fall on the devil’s blade. “We have a score to settle.”

Mirai darted away from Morwen and in front of Akarandi, her knives erect. “You’re not taking another step,” she spat before swinging an arm in a long arc toward his unprotected stomach.
His fingers shot out and blackness swarmed in front of his chest, deflecting the blade and breaking it into thousands of glittering shards.

He smirked at the princess. “Oh dear. I don’t think you belong here, little one.”

Mirai clenched her teeth. She wasn’t going to let this bozo win. “Go to hell.” She lunged forward with her other blade.

In one fluid movement he caught her arm and pulled her forward. He was surprisingly strong, and his long, pale fingers clamped onto her wrist as he spun around and launched her up, up, up.
Mirai screamed.

There was no other way to describe it. People weren’t supposed to fly, Mirai knew that, and yet there she was, soaring through the room and toward the doors, weightless. She finally came down to earth like a meteor, crashing into a knight, her right leg twisting and buckling before her entire body collapsed.

“Mirai!” Her father stared at Akarandi. The king’s glare could’ve killed.

Mirai groaned, clambering back to her feet, not letting her right foot hold her weigh. She started forward again, teeth clenched against the pain. Her eyes, her foot… What next?

“Give me the lightstones, Wilbur,” Akarandi was saying, his slick voice barely rising above the clash and clatter of swords. He cupped his hands together, a dark orb swirling around like ink, growing bigger and bigger. The light from the crystal chandelier above slowly faded as darkness crept into the room, an uninvited creature. Soon the light faded completely and Mirai really was left blind. “Give me the lightstones,” he whispered, “and I’ll let you go.” Even Mirai was smart enough to know how false that promise sounded.

Someone slammed into Mirai, sending her tumbling to the ground, a scream of pain bursting from her lips before being swallowed by the darkness. It was as if it blocked out all noise except for Akarandi’s smooth voice. Even the clash of swords faded. Weight pressed down on Mirai’s back before she could stand back up, pushing her into the stone.
Then the world exploded.

New story that I'm planning on getting published! I already wrote most of it out in a notebook and also have the rest of the story planned and the names of the book which will be a trilogy and a novella. This is called Dying Light!

Rose (AKA the crazy weird redhead) wrote: "Yea, so, while you guys are talking about Wattpad, are there any other places where you can post original stories?

I mean I can think of quite a few places to post fanfiction,
fanfiction.net, Ao..."

Yeah sure! There's Inkitt and Wordpress!

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Hey guys! Hopefully you've heard of this game, but in case you haven't, here are the rules:

Someone will give you THREE fictional characters and you have to pick which one you would kiss, marry, and kill, and then you'll pick three characters for the NEXT person, and so on and so forth! If someone mentions a character you don't know, feel free to kill that character😈

So here's mine for whoever comments next:

Kiss, Marry, and Kill:

~Atlas Corrigan
~Ash from ASITE
~Aaron Warner

(Haha, your welcome😈)

✨Emily✨{marauders version} wrote: "I am so done with today 😂 I just finished my first show for Firebird and now I’m at my friends house for a sleepover and then we’ll go back again tmr!!! Ugh so muchhhh lol at least there’s no schoo..."

Sounds exhausting!! I'm glad you're having fun tho, and YESS!! I'm so happy it's friday thank the Lord😂

all

kessaa (taylors version) wrote: "honestly i forgot just a sec lol"

Sure, and if you want you can add it to the socials topic! All my stories are on Wattpad and there are too many smh. I literally only have one completed😅

kessaa (taylors version) wrote: "😂

i love fantasy/fiction, graphic novels, lgbtq+, sci-fi, romance,

ykw ima stop there before it gets too bad haha"

"What kinda books do you like?" someone said.
"Books," she replied.

😂

kennie wrote: "that is very true, but i do know that it has mellowed down a bit. or at least it has for me. i used to have an older account that had over 1k followers but it got so heavy on me because they all ex..."

Ugh, I totally feel that. Readership can impact an author as well in terms of motivation and creation productivity, and i know I'd hate feeling pressured to write something for the readers instead of for myself

kessaa (taylors version) wrote: "now i do!!!!

also ur in my bio lol"

LMAOO oh my God, I just saw that. YOURE AMAZING oml😂😂

You do!? What's your user?

kessaa (taylors version) wrote: "no joke youre now one of my favorite authors"

kessaa (taylors version) wrote: "im putting you in my bio"

LMAOO GIRL. Omg I love you already😂 Do you have Wattpad? That's where I post all my stories

kessaa (taylors version) wrote: "but i have like 5 of those"

just tell me what your fav books are even if you got a hundred😂

Also, originality is always a hard topic. The whole werewolf/vampire thing for example. There's a ton of stories out there with werewolves and vampires, but what you do WITH that idea makes it original. For example, this is what Kelley Armstrong had to say about originality:


"What I've learned is that there's no truly original ideas. What is original is what we, as writers, do with our idea. Give twenty writers the premise "female werewolf struggles with her identity" and you'd get twenty very different books. As a writer, yes, you need to look past those "done to death" plots, but only to come up with an idea that's reasonably fresh—not wholly original, but unique enough that an editor won't say "oh, that's been done a hundred times before.""

A tip is to write what you want! I know everybody has heard about that, but it's true. I think Wattpad for me is hard to write on because of the amount of content that is similar to each other, like all the clichés, "badboys" and everything. A lot of people will write what they THINK they should write when really it's write what you want because if you don't write what you want and are interested in, how are you going to stand out in the writing community?

kessaa (taylors version) wrote: "youre making me choose"

LMAOO just write your favorites!! Any genre!

Azalea (warner’s version) wrote: "Ate"

Souls

kessaa (taylors version) wrote: "that’s it im done my heart has left me and im about to cry

HOW DO YOU WRITE LIKE THAT"

LMAOO IDKK. I literally get ideas in my head and have to type them up soo... If I have to give you an answer, God. LMAOOO

Kay wrote: "fantasy ROCKS
my favourites are throne of glass series, acotar series and crescent city by sjm "aka the love of my life"
ugly love and it ends with us by Colleen Hoover and the Zodiac Academy serie..."

I've read all of those except Lukov, CC, and Ugly Love. IM SCARED FOR CC IM GONNA CRY. I didn't cry reading It Ends With Us, but I teared up a little😂 But literally SJM knows the way to my heart through forbidden love

Kay wrote: "WOAH that's so good sis!!"

TYY❤️❤️