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*but papa we attacked them first, so maybe they're just defending themselves* safia was trying to reason with her Father, king Travis, about attacking the werewolves and constantly chasing them,
*they hurt our soldiers safia, some are dead and many are injured, the werewolves are our enemies, so we must attack and keep chasing them away if we want our kingdom to stay safe, and soon we'll wipe them all out, only then will we be safe* her father said.
They're in the palace library, he's wearing his usual royal clothes, a red tunic with black pants, with his white blonde hair swept back, staring at her with His gray eyes,
and safia is wearing her most favorite, black skirt with a white hand made sweater, that her mother made her, with her heart shaped face, round brown eyes, pink little lips, and her raven black hair up in a ponytail,
*father even enemies can be alleys, if we just reason with them with words not knifes maybe we can stop all this bloodshed before its too late* * safia!!!* her father shouted, then he looks deep inside her big round brown eyes, just like her mother's and spoke
*listen dear, you're just a child, I don't want you involved in this, you're not the one to make the decisions here, and there's no we, there's only me, I'm the king and your father so you must obey whatever I said, I said they are enemies, and so enemies they are*
*but father..* *go to your room safia* her father cuts her before she can finish, stomping her black boots on the floor, she turns to leave, standing up from his rocking chair, he might be in his 50s but he still looks good, tall and muscular but not that muscular, * happy birthday safia dear* he says smiling, she then turns and replys, smiling a little* thank you papa*
then she left closing the door behind her, she heads straight to her room, standing close to her huge window, holding her mother's photo close to her heart and looking over the forest, the moon is shinning in the sky, lighting up her whole room, giving light to her four poster bed, her large wardrobe, and her dressing mirror and lots of her collection of books, and many others, she was saying
* mom, I wish you were here, you could've made father understand that war is not the answer to everything,... its been 3 years, I miss you mama* Safia's mother died from a rare sickness, which at the time they are yet to discover it's cure, the sickness took a lot of lives, the former Queen's included, It's the sickness of High Fever
Suddenly safia wants to go out, to the forest, to her favorite place, a little lake with lots of fireflies and butterflies, she needs to clear her mind and take a breath away from all that's happening
her Father is not listening to her regarding the werewolves issue, not even giving her a chance at all, his closeness with his right hand soldier, Anthony ever increasing, And she's been missing her mom more than ever
but of course nobody knows that she sneaks out at night to go to the forest, she just can't help it, she loves nature, and it always makes her feel slightly better
so she puts on her dark brown hood and slips through the secret entrance behind her wardrobe, it leads straight to the forest, not even her father knows about the secret entrance, she thought,
but her father knew about the secret entrances long before her mother died, when he closed off all secret entrances that leads to the forest, he forgot about that particular one,
As safia appears behind a large stone covered with veins and leafs, she Continues through the forest to her favorite place, except this time when she gets there, its no longer the quite, private place she knew
for instead of the usual calm flower petals on the lake, she find's a tall young man, who appears to be in his early 20s, with long brown hair, ocean blue eyes, thick eyebrows and long eyelashes, swimming in the lake comfortably.
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Greetings everyone
I'm Humaira, The Author
I Just Wanna Say, I'm Happy to write and be able to publish my first ever book, you might sight some mistakes here and there but please bare with me, as it is my first time writing
And please, If you have any praises, complaints, corrections, criticisms to a bearable level, Anything at all regarding this book, Let me know in the comments section, I'll be sure improve or correct it
Add the book to your library, And I hope we both enjoy this fantastical journey ahead together,
Thank you
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Humaira