Black Ash and Life (2)- the Triumphants

The princess was one in a million, chosen by the council. She was not the princesses you’d see on tv. This princess was a warrior. A general of the light was a more fitting name. Princesses laid back at home with the highest of their worries being whether their corset fit them or not. She had the ability to see all the fairytale creatures and even had the ability to unsheild the appearance of these creatures to one of the more dangerous foes- Humans. The princess was not a vampire of the night but rather a vampire of the light. She did not TAKE life and blood, she gave it. Unfortunately the humans were not the ones they would have to fight against- It was the night walkers. Dark wizards, vampires of the night, streetwalkers, which, from what I’ve heard, are the ugliest creatures to live, nightmares, pixies, the list goes on and on.

All those stories I was told were stored away neatly in my memory like the filing cabinet of someone with an organization problem. I didn’t believe that there were really pegasuses. I must’ve imagined the whole scene. It was just a strange coincidence.

“Excuse me? Are you Violet Vincit?” A tiny voice said behind her. She turned around and jumped.

At first she saw nothing, then, at about chest height, there was a tiny person, no larger than the size of her hand, fluttering and floating beside her. Then she took a closer examination. This was a fairy, but not as gorgeous and beautiful as you’d imagine. She was pretty, that was for sure, with her glimmering dress and her elegant face- except her eyes were covered by a bloody towel. This startled me and I covered my mouth to hide a scream.

“How do you know my name?” I said, trying to hide my shallow breathing.

“I know things. We’ve been waiting for you. You can help us. You can help me. One day we may even be able to see again.” The tiny voice sounded hopeful as her face tilted up toward mine.

“No. I need to go to the doctor. I’m crazy. This is crazy. I am psychotic. I need medici-”

“No you’re not. She’s real.” A familiar voice said behind me in a hushed tone.

I turned around to look at the owner, and though I recognized the voice, the face was completely unfamiliar to me. His face was gentle, as though it had been sculpted to look like a friendly person. His hair blonde and styled. He was about a foot taller than me, I estimated. He wore a grey shirt that was tucked in only in the front of his tan pants. He was extremely attractive. In a scenario other than the one she was in, she might be flirting with him and asking for his number.

“Not to be rude, but who the FUCK are you?” I said trying to hide the fact that I found him rather attractive.

“Asher. I’m the guardian wizard. I tried to do as much as I could until you got here..” He said looking at his polished black leather loafers. His blue eyes flickered with pain as he looked back up at the fairy.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Look, I have places to be, Asher. I do not need you telling me about your crazy episodes and your visions. Thanks!” I said, feeling anger turn inside me as I tried to push past him.

He grabbed my arm firmly enough to stop me, but not enough to harm me. I faced him as his blue eyes stared into me and read my soul. “We know where you have to be.”

“Violet. I know this is all very strange to you…” a voice she did not expect to recognize spoke to my left.

I did not look because instantly I knew it was her friend. The one who wanted to have a picnic in the woods. “…. Hope?”

“Violet I need you to understand something. The council appointed me as your trainer. This is the first step Violet. Understanding who you are.” Hope said, serious and unlike how I had known her previously.

Asher cupped my left hand in both of his and looked at me. I felt my cheeks grow hot.

“Please, Violet. We need you.”

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