9 long years later
The war, the blood, the piles of bodies, murky lines of black and white, blurring into one neither side right or wrong. The eight-year war known as 'The Alienation', all humans were branded as Humanists, they were held in camps here mental descends can read and analyses their minds, if there was sense of hostility, they were killed. What was supposed to be 5 months with my grandma turned into 2 long years, the brutal training from my grandmother shaped me into the person I could only recognise in my past life. The public opinion of the Pyro empire shifted into 2 groups, one group saw us as great strong powerful, whilst the other saw us as ruthless, heartless, evil. At 10 years old I was revealed to the nation as the reincarnation, my grandma believed it would gain the favour of the empire, believing that "The people will see the royal family as powerful for bringing the Sun's Child back to Namyx". Going to school seemed normal yet strange starting school at 15, it was purely for publicity. Seeing my friends, I didn't want to see them, forced to pretend to be the person I used to be, acting yet again.
"Nixy the teleportation scroll is nearly ready" my mother sobbed. My mother who also looked strong, and brave, look skinny and weak, stress from worry of my brother and sister fighting in the war. My father's name being smeared, named as cold heartless, a beast, called the human night creature.
"I'm not using the teleportation. I'm riding on Fe" I wanna make an entrance, let the people know.
"Nixy, I don't think that's-" my mother was interrupted by my grandmother.
"That's an amazing idea, it will show everyone at school you have a fire breathing bird, which could burn them alive. They'll all be amazed yet scared of you at the same time" my mother started to become frustrated by my grandmother's and I relationship, she believed I was starting to turn into her which I don't see personally, but my grandmother became my teacher in everything, etiquette, fighting, strategy, manipulation she said I had a knack for it. She never mentioned who she learnt it from but apparently, they died about 30 years ago. "I can't believe they make you wear uniforms; it will be hard for you to use outfits to show everyone how financially more powerful you are. You're going to have to walk the way I taught you, make sure you-"
"How about we let Nixy be herself, I mean it's not a big deal. She's still young, I feel like you're trying to make her older than what she is. She's still a child", my mother looked at me with pleading eyes.
"Yes, you would say that considering how you were raised" my grandmother muttered without batting an eyelid.
"How-, hmmm, I'm, what do you mean how I was raised" mother stuttered trying to grasp the situation, looking irritated, trying to contained herself.
"Don't be so sensitive Alminta, well, I guess you have reached that 'age' where you know, where you become more sensitive, I do apologise, I forget how sensitive and weak you Kindred are" Grandmother said with no malice in her tone. I really hope that mother doesn't take the bait.
"Grandmother, please there's no need" I said trying to diffuse the sitation.
"It's- you know what never mind" my mother said and looked up at the ceiling "I won't let her take this day away from me" My mother whispered to herself.
"It's Phoenix's day not yours"
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The rigid sound of the gates opening, the loud sound ringing in my ears. Secondary school take two, I guess. I climbed down from Fe and took his reins and began to walk through the gates, everyone paused and began staring at me. I had no reason why, whether it was because of my hair, Fe or the fact I was starting school at 15, because I'm a princess, or because of the war.
Kai POV
I stood staring in amaze, I couldn't believe my eyes, when I last saw Phoenix, she was tiny, cute, adorable, but looking at her now I feel so confused. I always assumed that she'll be tiny, but that wasn't the case, her body her height, the way she walks, she looks so confident so in control. Our uniforms tended to be unflattering, ugly and plain but she made it look like art. The shirt that was plain white cotton looked like silk that sculpted her top, her breast wasn't huge but not small they sat beautifully, like the sun in the sky, shinning it's light in my eyes. Her hips shaped like an hourglass figure showing off, her thighs were thick, where before she looked skinny, this time she looked like she had been eating well, she looks slim yet toned, she didn't look like she could fight but it's almost like she was trying to give of that impression, to underestimate her. The way she walks, head held high steaming with confidences, a wolf in sheep's clothing. Her hair was done up in a high bun showing off her cheek bones, golden eyes weren't the same they had a different look, like they had seen things. Out of curiosity I tried reading her mind, I thought after working and practising it would be different, however as soon as I did, she look at me, like she knew as soon as she made eye contact with me, I felt a sharp tinge in my head, for the first time I felt myself feel fearful of her.
Lucas POV
Time slowed down; I could see heavens gates open wide. An angel descended from heaven on its holy beast. Speechless, confused, intertwined, interested. Aria, no Phoenix had gotten off her bird. For the first time I realised she wasn't Aria anymore, the girl, the young woman I was looking at was gone. Her eyes that used to shout roar, golden with opportunity, were unreadable, there was no glimmer no shine, an endless abyss. Her small figure was, now tall and slim. Her thighs and hips thank the lord for Black women, her hair was bright and shined in the sun light, yet a darkness loomed over. Her skin looks smooth, so smooth it was suspicious. From once being the smallest, she looked as if she was one of the tallest girls on school. Her appearance was so beautiful it was almost like a trap, to lure you in, she seemed innocent, inviting, weak, yet her walk was strong, she had turned the school into a runway. The plain uniform looked like it had been designed for her, by the way it hugged and kissed her frame. I understand why Spirits are considered to be Gods because words can't describe how she looks, elegance, poise. Her undefined behaviour from 9 years ago had completely the vanished. I stand here with a sadness, knowing that the girl I knew is not the woman in front of me, this aching feeling, I feel nervous, worried, if the relationship will change as much as she has, maybe I'll have a change to not be her friend, and maybe something else.
Charlotte POV
My air had returned, my air beneath my wings, my air in my lungs. I can breathe again; I can live again. My existence, my reason to live, my life, my soul, my love. I want her to myself. How dare they, their disgusting eyes, why, why, she belongs to me. They don't cherish her; they don't know her like I do. I look around and she them staring at her like they are worthy to look at her. She's the same, nothing changed, she's just same, my same Nixy, mine, all mines. She never left my mind, I thought about her, imagined her dream of her. My dreams came true, I wonder what this day would be like, to see her again. My love, my soul, my everything, I want to touch, I feel what's mine. I want to lock her away so no one else can look at her but me. I want to feel her gaze, her love, I want it all to myself. I want to be consumed by her. Her fiery eyes, pulling at my soul, in her grasp, her golden fiery eyes, they looked sad. She was beautiful, gorgeous, alluring, I was captivated I am captivated, I need to close, I need to be near her. Her hair looked like silk, soft, it looked like a holy cloud, in the sky, so far yet so close, always in my sight. Her skin glowed, shined glimmered, screamed blessing my eyes. She's returned, she's back, I need to be close to her, I must be close to her. She's getting closer, the air felt cleaner, pure, please, please, talk to me, I belong to you, talk to me. I want to feel her presence shower me in your cold fire, burn me alive with your essence.
Phoenix POV
Walking down the pathway, the crowds were overwhelming the knives stabbing me was overloading, overbearing. Kai eyes invaded me, for the first time I could feel him trying to violate my privacy, I felt angry. Lucas eyes yearned for the past, searching for Aria the girl who died long ago but who's soul had danced for too long. Aria is dead, no longer, she will never come back, his stare was a reminded of what I once was, who was weak, small and meek. It was irritating. Charlotte's eyes were possessive, only focusing on me pure with selfishness. The decision on who I talk to first will affect how everyone thinks of me. Talking to a teacher would show, that I am unapproachable a teacher's pet. Talking to Kai who come from the fallen kingdom will present me as weak, meaning I would lure out potential enemies, at the chance of annoying Lucas. Talking to Lucas who is the Moon spirit would strengthen my standing, and make my enemies for fearful, and scare to make a move. Talking to Charlotte would confuse everyone. If I talk to no one, I'd been seen as an uptight bitch. School is a war zone, I got to make the right move.