|The Prince The Drana
Author: ExampleOfAWriter PM
A Drana wasn't something to mess with. There emotion and power was completely out of control. They were beasts with no conscience of what they were doing. They were dangerous. Taya was a Drana. She was low-profile. She was going to set things straight.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Adventure/Romance - Words: 429 - Published: 01-27-11 - id: 2885901
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) --- The Prince. The Drana. --- (
"Taya!" His dark, deep voice cried out in what could be agony. I barely heard him as I ran away from the gate. He would always be on the other side. I would always be here, having to choose. I finally chose. It was never easy being a Drana, having to put up with crap that you had nothing to do with. But it was part of me it seemed. I would always be fighting for a cause I didn't care about. I would always have the fingers point at me. It would always be hard, that was obvious. But not anymore.
I leaped into the Dark Forest with only two things on my mind: the fact I had left the only man who could save me behind, and that I would die tonight. It was a dark night, there was no moon. No stars. There weren't any clouds to cover them. It was Soul night. A night to let your soul take control. That was what I was doing, I guess.
A branch from a tall, disturbingly scary tree scratched my arm as I ran by. Not only did it hurt but my lungs burned, too. Touching the cut, I felt blood drip down. Oh no. I kept running despite my dizziness from feeling blood. I was shaking with fear and something else that had to be sadness. I would miss him. I couldn't even think his name. The boy who I left behind would survive. That was all that comforted me.
My stomach began to knot as I thought of the last time I saw the thing I was running at. It was long ago. It's green eyes never really left my mind through out the years. The knowledge that it had no emotion or pity was not a comfort. It would kill me. It would torture me slowly. I was the last of my kind and it would kill me with satisfaction that it had won the war.
My own father would meet me and he would kill me. I would die at my father's sword. The emotion of grief filled me and finally started overflowing. I almost turned around as my chest started to glow. No. I was going to finish this last thing. I would end the murdering. I would fulfill this last, seemingly meaningless, task. I would die and the council would end the the murdering, and everything would be at peace.
I was a lily of the shadow. A Drana. A beast.