ROSES POV
Outside the cabin like house, the wind howled through the trees, while inside, the old women's fire was nearly out, she lifted a gnarled finger towards the dying embers causing them to burst to life once more. A knock at the door startled the old women, "one moment." She called slowly lifting herself from the chair she had been resting in. Another knock, sharper this time. "I said I'm coming, can't you give an old-" the words faltered in her throat as the door blew off its hinges, revealing a man standing before her, he was tall, close to six feet if she had to guess, with striking blonde hair, but that wasn't what had caught her attention, his eyes were a startling purple, the kind of purple that could only be achieved through the use of dark magic. "Where is she?' He snarled shoving the old women to the side as he pushed his way in. He glanced around the room they were in, not seeing what he was looking for, he began overturning the furniture, cursing the whole way. "Where is she?" He growled, his eyes landing on the stairs. He bounded towards them, the old women chuckled as he bounded up the stairs, she heard him tossing furniture around, cursing when nothing turned up the girl.
He bounded back down the stairs anger glinting in his eyes as he slowed his pace and prowled towards the old women, his lips peeled back in a snarl. The old women shivered, this was worse than she thought, as she realized the eyes she had thought to be purple were actually a deep dark blue tinged with red. "You'll pay for this" he ground out as he closed the space between them, he wrapped a large hand around the old lady's neck, easily lifting her off of her feet. She struggled for breath as his hand squeezed around her throat, her feet flailing beneath her, trying to find purchase. "Now, I'm going to ask one more time. Where. Is. She?" He asked shaking the Old Women with each word. She clawed at his hand trying to pry his hand loose, she struggled to breath, to tell him the girl was not here, she had not been lying. She feebly flicked her fingers towards him, but nothing happened. He gave a maniacal laugh and with a final growl he reached up with his free hand and snapped the old women's neck.
Dropping her to the ground he spun on his heel and headed towards where the door had been, only to find a young girl with fiery red hair and brilliant orange eyes staring at him, her mouth hanging open in a silent scream. He cursed under his breath, this made things a little harder. He took a step towards the girl, hands out placatingly, she took a step back. "Fuck" He growled scrubbing a hand down his face, she was going to make this difficult wasn't she. He was just glad he had thought to throw wards up so no one would her the screaming. He lunged for her, his large hands wrapping around her small wrists. He yanked her arm, spinning her around to face him. He locked his eyes on hers, tightening his grip when she tried to pull away. He knelt down so he was eye level with her. Clamping his other hand painfully on her shoulder he held her gaze, "You are my daughter, you have lived with me your entire life." He told her, his voice monotone. The little girl repeated the words back to him, her eyes glazed over. The man smiled warmly at her, releasing his hold on her and rose to his feet. He held a hand "Shall we go home little one?' He asked, the little girl nodded up at him as she slipped her hand into his, already forgetting he had just killed her Grandmother and hurt her, already forgetting that she was not his daughter, already forgetting the four boys across the street who where eating dinner safely in their own house, completely unaware.
I frown, that little girl looks a lot like me, but i don't recognize anything else, nothing about this house looks familiar, and that man, i know I've seen him before, if only he would turn around so i could see his face. He snaps his fingers and suddenly the house is engulfed in flames. What the hell? Did he just set the house on fire with them in it? The world around me spins, and suddenly I'm standing behind the house, watching as the roof caves in, flames continuing to lick up the sides of the house. Movement has me spinning to my left when i spot the same little girl and man from before. I inch closer trying to make out what is being said over the roar of my flames. "They do not exist to you, you do not know who they are, your name is Rose my little Flower." My heart races in my chest as sirens sound in the distance. "Come now, lets forget this place ever existed my sweet daughter." He turns to the fire, a gasp escapes my lips, "Father?" I whisper my brows crinkling in confusion.
I jerk awake, heart pounding rapidly in my chest, what the fuck was that? Ever since coming to this damn school my dreams had been more nod more vivid, that much i knew but I couldn't recall half of what had been in them. This one was different though, what the hell had my father been doing? Who was that old women. Who was that little girl?
I take my seat next to Arrow as Professor Marksmen makes his way to the front of the room. I can feel Arrows eyes on me but i do my best to ignore him, choosing to focus on the professor instead.
"Today we will be discussing the unavoidable war, now can anyone tell me who the waiting sides will be?" The Professor asks, his eyes roaming over the room before landing on me, a small smile graces his lips before he calls on Arrow.
"The wolf shifters and Queen Red.'he glances at me from the corner of his eye before continuing "It's believed that twenty two years ago Alix Grayth kidnapped the infant daughter of Queen Red and King Robin in order to overthrow the throne." Professor Marksmen nods. Wait? Kidnapped Princess? Didn't the Headmaster tell me the Women who raised me after my Father went away for work wasn't my Grandmother? The dream from earlier replays in my mind over and over again. Bile rises in my throat, i shove away from the desk and rush out of the room. I hear footsteps following behind but i pay no mind as i race to the nearest bathroom, barely making it in time to empty the contents of my stomach.
Arrow is waiting for me when i emerge, my books in his hand. He holds them out to me silently. I take them mumbling out a thanks. He reaches out, grabbing my arm, before dragging me the rest of the way down the hall to a small alcove.
"You need to stop starting things you don't intend to finish." He growls at me. What the fuck was he talking about? These men had started every single one of our interactions, what the fuck had i done to even give them the impression i wanted to start anything? "You're little stunt in the library got someone killed." He whispers in my ear. I laugh, actually laugh at him. "You think I started that? First of all if that sleeve is dead now, it his own fault, I'm just sorry I didn't get to do it. Secondly how the hell is him coming to me me starting something?" What the hell was this guy on? This conversation was going nowhere. "My Brothers have taken a liking to you, you showing up here was you starting something, there's one of two ways you can end this. Either give in to my brothers, or we kill you, the choice is yours Songbird." They did threaten to kill me a lot, maybe one day they actually would, but or now i was enjoying whatever i seemed to be hanging over their heads.
"Option two please. I say holding up two fingers and winking at him. He growls, slamming a fist into the wall beside my head. I raise my eyebrow at him. "Is that supposed to scare me or something?" His eyes darken as he takes me in. "Just stay the fuck away from us." He grinds out before storming from the alcove.
"Maybe next time don't follow me then" i shout after him and i hear him chuckle in response.
I skip out on the rest of my classes and head back to my room. I check the time noting I have just enough time to call my Father before classes get out for the day.
He picks up on the first ring, "Hey Flower, how's life at the Academy?." A shiver runs down my spine at the nickname, i swallow around the lump in my throat "Rose." my Fathers voice is a warning, i shake my head to clear it. "Sorry Father, its been really good." I lie, in truth I had never been more confused in my life. "My roommate is really cool, her and i have gotten really close." I falter at the anger in his voice. "I told you no making friends while you are there!" I had forgotten that small detail when the Headmaster had let me call home after i had been kidnapped and brought here. "Rose, listen to me and listen to me all, you do not have friends at that school, in fact you hate your roommate and want her dead by the end of the week, Understood?" He asks his voice suddenly monotone, i had heard that tone so man time inMy life it wasn't a surprise he was using it while making his demands, that's usually when i heard it. "Yes father, i understand" i reply automatically, a foggy feeling washing over me.
"Good, now i have to get back to work, I will call you again next week my flower." The line goes dead as he hangs up the phone, I pull it away from my face in confusion. I had been the one to call him, I hadn't even gotten a chance to ask him the questions i had wanted to, not that i could even remember now,
The door to the room flies open, Snow rushes in and throws her arms around me, "Arrow said you got sick and then you weren't in classes and i got worried I thought maybe the Snakes had hut you and they were just lying to me, I'm so glad you're really just sick and they didn't do anything to you." She rushes out finally pulling away from me. I scowl at her. How could I get stuck with such a horrible roommate? I shoved her away from me roughly "You are so fucking annoying, no wonder they usually room you by yourself, you missed me in one class, not like we live together or anything." Her faces falls as she takes me in. "Ooookay, i get you had a run in with Arrow, but that doesn't give you the right to be a bitch to me." The hurt is clear in her voice as she takes me in.
"Fair warning Snow." I spit her name like it tastes like Gary age. "Sleep with one eye open, wouldn't want any accidents to happen." She spins on her heel, slamming the door behind her. Good i needed time to plot anyway.