Chained to the prince of darkness by Lunasads (books for 10th graders TXT) 📖

I never thought that truth held this much power to hurt me. My mind solely was running wild with all my thoughts.

Should I run?

Should I hide?

At this moment I didn't know what to do anymore.
What was I supposed to do?

It was a lot to take in. All my life, I believed liars. But when I was told the truth, I was simply not ready to accept it? How could I accept it? I was just told that my father was a werewolf and my mother was some type of witch. And I was their child along with two other siblings. The family I had any idea of was now suddenly impost on me like I would accept them with open arms.

Like what the hell was even going on.

Just a month ago how perfect my life was. But now, everything was changed, everything was ruined.

I was a girl with caring friends, an affectionate lover, a portable apartment covered with happy memories and moments.

I was a normal girl.

Till now, now I was far more than normal. Being held captive by the devil of darkness. Being betrayed by friends. Lost the love of my life. Being told my parents were not my parents. Being told my parents were some supernatural beings. 

How was I supposed to believe that?

I was unsure which pain was worse, the shock of the truth or the ache, that what I thought was true, was never the truth.

My body was stiff while my heart was beating haphazardly against my chest. I was there but at the same time, I was not. It was like time had stopped. 

Everything was a yarn.

Everyone was a lie.

Every memory was a fib.

Every moment was a lie.

It was a lie.

I was unsure if my name was even Sarah or not.
Was I even a human?

Everything seemed to be a lie. 

But I still had questions, a lot of them. Nothing seemed to make sense to me.

"How is it even possible?" I wished to believe for once but how could I believe when I was being lied to constantly. 

"You, my dear, are the daughter of king Perseus, the king of Yolanda, land of werewolves. And your mother is his queen."

He explained, but how-why-when?

"If I am their daughter, then why did they leave me?" It was a reasonable question. I wanted to know.

No one leaves their children. Then why did they?

Alatar looked at me and rubbed his temples and sighed audibly.

"I have told earlier, your parents were told that you were dead, but in reality, you were not."

I scoffed mentally.

"What do you mean? I was dead in one moment and alive in another? How does it even make any sense?" I sneered. 

"It doesn't, I know, but you have to believe every word I said," Alatar said before he moved towards his desk and take out a crystal ball from the drawer.

"Here, look at this, and tell me what you see," I looked at him startled. 

He handed me the ball and stood next to me. He rubbed the ball with his hands and suddenly something flashed within the ball.

"What is this?" 

"If you don't believe me, then I guess you would believe your eyes," 

I looked at the ball in utter confusion. What was it supposed to show me, my past or what?

My answer was answered when an image formed in a ball. 
It was like a movie clip or some sort of video. 

Or maybe a glimpse.

A glimpse of the past.

There was a small child, maybe around a year old, who was crying. The room seemed to be one from fairy tales, with large pink curtains dropped down the windows and mint-colored walls confining the whole room.

Suddenly the door of the room burst open and red armored soldiers entered the room. 

"Our kingdom is attacked, we have to keep the princess safe!" One of them said. 

"Where is prince Cassian?" Another one asked.

"He was supposed to be in his study." 

"No, he is not there." 

"What do you—" the first soldier was cut off by a voice.

"Where is the prince, I wonder?" a well-armored man with a sword hanging from his waist, entered the room.

The aura around him screamed power, danger. He had a very redhead with green enchanting eyes, with pale white skin. Few other soldiers, which I assumed were on his side, surrounded the group of men, who were in the child's room.

The child's cries boomed in the whole room, capturing the attention of a red-haired man. 

"Well, well what do we have here," he grinned as he took slow predatory steps towards the child. As he picked her up in his arms, the red armored soldiers growled but as they tried to step towards the child, the other soldiers grabbed them. 

"Leave her, Draven!" One of them growled in fury.

"Oh god. Shut these mutts up, they are scaring the little princess," Draven said still looking at the child in his arms. The whole room filled with the man's screams as one of Draven's men sliced his throat with a silver sword. 
The child was still crying, and the loud noises were making her more afraid. Draven narrowed his eyes looking at the child.

"Hey, shhh.., I am not doing anything, why are you crying?" Draven asked like the child was going to answer him. 
The child looked up at him and burst into more tears. 

"Goddammit, stop it!" He groaned in frustration. 

"Why don't we just kill her, she is not any of our users," the man who killed the soldier said.

How can he be so cruel?

"Shh. Quiet! I don't want to hear you saying anything about her. She is not dying, not now not ever," Draven growled. 

"She is coming with us," Draven said as he handed the child to the same soldier.