Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-43957690-20191101212115/@comment-43957690-20191105215235

Chapter two: The Queen

You might say I'm royalty. My father is a very well known and respected emmisary, my mother is equally honored, and known for being especially beautiful, and my family in general has a reputation of being powerful and influential.

That used to scare me. But I was GOOD at hiding it. Maybe a litte too good, making my emotions invisible to others and painting myself as someone I wasn't. The Queen of Foxfire.

Let me introduce you:

She wakes up in the morning, masks herself in makeup, eats litte to nothing for breakfast, and is whisked away to school with her legendary big brother, who was always outshining her. She had followers who pretended to be friends. She got terrible grades, but pretended not to care, and she was absolutely and infamously mean to Sophie Foster.

Why? not only was she prettier than me, she was smart, strong, and independant. It didn't help that she obviously had it bad for my brother, kicking in my protectiveness.

I remember her vividly.

She was the one that caused the kidnapping.

All because of her selfish litte heart. I remember seeing Sophie cry, the tears streaming down her beautiful face as she turned and ran. I didn't try to stop her. I went to bet that night triumphant, and the next morning, when my family got the news, that Sophie and her friend had been ubducted, I was devistated.

I remember crying. Locking myself in my room.

Because it was MY fault.

That was when the Queen started to dissapear, but she still came back occasionally, to haunt me.

When Sophie was found- thanks to my brother, Fitz's telepathy- I realized that she might not want to be my friend anymore. But she forgave. And forgot. And she taught me that friendship was better than royal subjects.