Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-43957690-20191101212115/@comment-43957690-20200118184100

Chapter 9: Nobles

I remember the dress I wore the first time I ever showed my scars. Sleeveless, obviously. Purple, obviously. It was a mix of satin and silk, and it didn’t have any jewels or embroidery. Simple and elegant. It didn’t demand attention, but when you looked at it, it was undeniably pretty.

That’s what I wanted to be like as a person.

But I guess scars do get a lot of stares whether you want attention or not. I had to be okay with that, though. In a way, this was like my coming of age. Sorta.

I had lived through situations that no elf my age had ever dreamed of, and proven myself, and won friends and allies along the way.

Now I had to figure out if I was brave enough to show it.

So, me being me, I went to Atlantis, and that was where I showed my scars- in front of half the elvish population.

(I had actually gone because my favorite shoe parlor was having a sale, but you get the point)

As I walked through the streets, I saw their faces. Some of them stared in shock, some in disgust. Some just stared.

‘Yeah, that’s right.’ I wanted to say. ‘The Vacker princess is more than a trinket.’

((Okay so its really short, but it's all i had time for today. I will be writing more chapters SOON. Peace.))