This is something new I'm trying out
Yes, I know there's a well-known character named Jace, and a species called Fey
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Fey. Strange and Eccentric. It’s what we’re known as, vampire and werewolf mix, the hidden race, the unloved. We’re all hidden away on the unknown island of Sekryu, once under the strong regiment of the late King Darwin and Queen Stephana. My parents. Of course, Fey aren’t the only speices on the island. There were vampires, werewolves and normal humans.
I sat in my cell in the Sekryu Jail. The clichéd, gray walls mocked me, teasing voices floated in my head. Poor, poor Amira, killed her parents. I shut my eyes; let myself float into the darkness. Lucky for me, they’d execute me in the morning. I’d been sitting in the same spot for more than three days, barley moving, never sleeping. Two apples rolled around in my cell. They were what the guards outside thought was a ‘satisfying meal’ I had barely touched them, still annoyed at myself. Why would I snap? I killed my parents. I rolled my eyes. I knew I didn’t snap. It took lots of planning to be able to end the unfair reign. A knock rang out into the room. I looked up, focusing on the door. I opened my mouth to talk for the first time. My voice came out dry and whispery
“Come in, if you can.” The jangle of keys in the lock, a muttering of words and the door flew open. A light blinded my eyes and squeezed them shut. I raised my hands in front of my eyes.
“Fallen Princess Amira?” The voice was male, curt and cool.
“Shut the damn door.” I hissed. The door shut and I lowered my arms.
“Thank you.” I said, “And I’m not a Princess anymore. I’m just Amira, a cold, heartless killer.” “That is where you are wrong,” he said.
“I’m Jace. You are coming with me.”
“No. Thank you, Jace.” I said, “I think I’d like to be executed.”
“You want to die?” He asked. My slowly ran my eyes over his, committing his appearance to memory. His hair was dark, falling into his eyes. He wore a worn tee, his jeans old and holey.
“Yes.” I said. I wasn’t sure of my answer, I wasn’t sure of anything, except for I wanted to curl up and wait. “Well, you can still die, but we need you first.” Jace said. “I’m the leader of the Sekryu resistance. The poor people want to be treated fairly. We could use you.” I crossed my arms over the sack I was wearing for clothes.
“Let’s go.” I said. Jace opened the door, letting the light blaze in. I lowered my eyelids, blocking out some of the light.
“It’s torchlight. It’s about midnight.” Jace said,
“It won’t hurt you.”
“One question.” I said. Jace turned to me and raised an eyebrow.
“What?” He asked “What are you? Vampire, Werewolf, Fey, both?” I asked. A half smile formed on his face.
“My dear, fallen, princess, everyone has one secret.” He said and lead me away.
