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Fated to be the Queen

BirdOfParadise
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To Julianne, fate never played any part in her 17 years of life but what happens when fate plays its trick and she lands in a world she never thought existed. A world where magic exists, which looks like a fairy tale but under that cover is lurking living beasts. To be a part of this newfound world lily have to acknowledge both the light and dark side of her soul.
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1 : Beginning

The rain poured down in relentless sheets, transforming the world into a blur of silver streaks under the tumultuous sky. Thunder rumbled ominously, shaking the ground beneath as lightning split the air with jagged forks of light. The night was thick with an eerie stillness, broken only by the cacophony of the storm.

High above, amidst the swirling tempest, a figure descended from the heavens. Her wings, ethereal and translucent, beat rhythmically against the driving rain. She cradled a newborn child in her arms, wrapped snugly in a blanket woven from threads of moonlight. The woman's face, framed by cascades of damp hair, bore a mixture of sorrow and determination.

With each gust of wind, she descended closer to the earth until finally, she alighted upon the stone steps of an ancient orphanage. The building loomed dark and foreboding in the night, its windows glowing faintly with the warm light of oil lamps flickering within.

The woman hesitated, her heart heavy with the weight of her decision. She glanced down at the innocent bundle in her arms, tiny fingers curled against her chest. The child stirred, unaware of the tumultuous world into which it had been born.

The orphanage stood silent, its doors closed against the storm. There was no one in sight, no comforting presence to ease the woman's burden. She knew that leaving the child here was the only choice, yet it tore at her soul like the lightning tearing through the clouds above.

She stepped forward, each footfall echoing in the deserted courtyard. The rain pelted down relentlessly, soaking her through to the bone. Her wings fluttered once, twice, as if reluctant to depart from the child she cradled.

At the threshold of the orphanage, the woman paused. She pressed a gentle kiss upon the baby's forehead, a silent promise of love and protection. Tears mingled with raindrops upon her cheeks as she laid the child upon the doorstep, carefully arranging the blanket around its small form.

For a fleeting moment, the child's eyes fluttered open, a tiny hand reaching out as if searching for the warmth of the woman's touch. But the woman had already begun to retreat, her wings lifting her skyward once more.

She glanced back one last time, the anguish in her eyes mirrored by the storm raging overhead. With a final sorrowful look, she vanished into the night, leaving the child behind.

Inside the orphanage, the faint cry of the newborn pierced the stillness. A door creaked open, and a figure emerged from the shadows, drawn by the sound. The orphanage matron, a stern yet kind-hearted woman, knelt beside the child and gathered it into her arms.

"Shh, little one," she murmured soothingly, rocking the infant gently. "You're safe now."

The storm continued to rage outside, but within the orphanage walls, a flicker of warmth and hope began to bloom. The child had been left alone on a stormy night, but it had also found a place where it would be cared for and cherished.

And high above, in the realm beyond mortal sight, the woman with wings wept silently for the child she could not keep. Her heart ached with the sacrifice she had made, yet somewhere deep inside, she knew it was the right choice.

For in that gloomy night, amidst thunder and rain, a bond had been forged—one that would shape the destiny of the child and those who would come to love and protect it.

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Juliane stirred restlessly in her sleep, caught in the tendrils of a dream that felt both familiar and elusive. Rain fell in torrents, drumming against the orphanage windows with relentless insistence. Thunder boomed in the distance, shaking the very foundation of her subconscious mind. In the dream, she saw a shadowy figure, wings outstretched against the storm, cradling a tiny bundle close to her heart. A sense of longing and loss washed over Juliane, but before she could grasp the details, the dream dissolved into fragments of memory.

She awoke with a start, blinking against the dim morning light filtering through the curtains of her small room. The events of the dream lingered like mist, slipping through her fingers as she tried to grasp them. Yet, as always, the dream left her with an inexplicable ache, a yearning for something just beyond her reach.

Pushing herself upright, Juliane rubbed the sleep from her eyes and swung her legs over the edge of the narrow bed. This room, tucked away in a corner of the orphanage, had been her sanctuary for as long as she could remember. The worn wooden floor creaked beneath her feet as she padded over to the washbasin, splashing cold water on her face to chase away the remnants of the dream.

Downstairs, the orphanage buzzed with morning activity. Mrs. Henderson, the kindly matron who had raised Juliane since infancy, greeted her with a warm smile as she entered the dining hall. "Good morning, dear," she said, handing Juliane a plate of toast and scrambled eggs. "Excited for your big day?"

Juliane nodded, her heart fluttering with a mix of nerves and anticipation. Today marked a significant milestone in her young life. Despite the hardships of growing up without knowing her past or family, she had persevered. Her academic achievements had caught the attention of a university in Gainesville, Florida, which had graciously accepted her application despite her age and lack of a guardian. It was an opportunity she had earned through sheer determination and countless late nights spent studying by the dim glow of a bedside lamp.

Around her, the other orphans chattered excitedly, congratulating Juliane on her impending departure. She had made friends here, genuine connections that had sustained her through the years. Yet, there was one girl, Samantha, who eyed her with thinly veiled disdain. Samantha had always harbored resentment toward Juliane's success, seeing it as a reminder of her own struggles and shortcomings.

As Juliane finished her breakfast, she exchanged hugs and well-wishes with her friends, feeling a bittersweet pang at the thought of leaving them behind. Mrs. Henderson squeezed her shoulder affectionately. "You'll do great things, Juliane," she said, her voice tinged with pride. "We'll all be cheering you on."

With a final glance around the familiar surroundings that had shaped her childhood, Juliane gathered her few belongings and made her way to the front door. The rain had subsided to a gentle drizzle, leaving the air crisp and clean. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the journey ahead.

As she stepped onto the stone steps where she had been left as a newborn, Juliane felt a surge of gratitude for the orphanage that had been her home. Tears pricked at her eyes, but she blinked them away, focusing instead on the future that lay ahead. With one last heartfelt farewell to Mrs. Henderson and her friends, she turned and walked down the path that would lead her to the waiting car.

The engine hummed to life as Juliane settled into the passenger seat, her heart racing with excitement and apprehension. The orphanage faded into the distance behind her, a chapter of her life coming to a close as a new one beckoned on the horizon. Gainesville awaited her, promising opportunities and challenges that she was more than ready to face.

As the car merged onto the highway, Juliane glanced out the window at the receding landscape. Raindrops streaked the glass, blurring the world into a watery blur. But Juliane's vision was clear. She was leaving behind the only home she had ever known, but she was also stepping boldly into the unknown, armed with resilience, determination, and the unwavering belief that her dreams were within reach.