My Moon by S. D. A. (a court of thorns and roses ebook free .txt) 📖

you a concussion? Good thing it wasn't real." I looked at my hand, but I saw her jump like I electricuted her. A rock scrapped my cheek, leaving it open. That was it. I glared at her and stopped when I saw half a dozen rocks floating in the air. Her eyes turned gray, unknowning that they had.
"The hell you don't! Tell me why I can do this, since you know me oh so well. I've been doin' this since I was little. I'm a witch." her eyes filled with tears, that didn't match the venom in her voice. All of the rocks dropped. She looked at me with such hatred in her eyes, a look that tore through my soul. I reached out to her, forgetting that I thought she wasn't her, my act, everything in the present. She stepped away, making my heart turning into stone.
Rowan Walker kept her eyes on me. "You asshole. Why'd you give me energy? How do you know about me?! I need to know!" She was pleading, begging, letting her soul flow out in every word. I started to speak, but she wouldn't stop. "If you won't tell me why I'm a witch than I rather never know!" It was a scream, not a cry. Her tears were gone,her eyes black as her hair. The skin that covered her became too pale. She was done.
"Rowan! Don't!" I leaped off the tree, but she was gone, running towards Burns and his asshole friends. She was a fast girl, her legs long enough to show it. I reminded me of when I lost her in the woods, and how I searched for so long, a year... This time I couldn't find her, I'd lost her. Again. Stop! Stop! Stoooop! My soul screamed, my head ached, my legs burned. I raced to her. She was talking to him, and put her arms around his neck. I saw him smiling, pulling her braid loose. All of his friends whistled or cat called. He pulled her under the guys' dorms door and they disappeared in the shadows. The witch was pulling her fingers through his hair, dragging a finger down his jaw, teasing. I couldn't watch. But when he drew her closer and disappeared into her hair, I shrieked. She wasn't his property, but neither was she mine...
The guys looked at me, and they started calling out to me. "Tristian. Burns will forgive you now! Now that the skank apologized for kicking him and you punching him, he won't hurt you. He won't hurt her weird friends either. Too bad, you could've had her, man. Shes a hot piece of---" I punched him in the face. The boy Corey went down, out like a light. Around us, the boys stared. Burns came out of the doorway, a scrape on his jaw, a bloody lip. Rowan followed.
She looked smug and she had a hand on one shoulder that rubbed Burns slowly. Even when she whispered it, I could hear. "Sorry, did I hurt you? Let me fix that..." She brushed her lips on his neck, and I shuddered in disgust. Her lips opened again, "But take care of your friends, they all tried to do it with me, before you. Every single one of them." The voice that came out snared his heart, it was bitter and full of longing. Burns's eyes lit up and one by one all of the guys were knocked out but when he came for me, she stepped in front of me. "No Burns. Bad. Play with me." Her fingers moved to his shoulder and pushed down. Burns collapsed.
"What...did...you...??" I stared at her, her eyes going gray to blue. When she turned around, her smile was sad. "What can I say? I'm a witch." She turned back around, but when I tried to speak, she was right in my face, finger to my lip. Her eyes glinted in a knowing way.
"Well, now that thats taking care of, I'm off to see Hana. If you'll finally butt the hell out, thank you." Rowan walked away, carefully avoiding bodies by stepping over them. She looked back only once. "I'll trust you can make them forget, right? Please do." My heart was cold, but I walked up to her and grabbed her wrist. She struggled, about to protest when I pulled her into a hug. "I'm sorry about earlier. That was mean." I mumbled. She wasn't my Rowan. She didn't remember yet. But I still would protect her. And yet, she accepted it. A rock hit my head. I looked down at her, frowning. "I said sorry." Rowan walked out of my embrace, but I saw her smile before she turned,
"We'll see." She said."We'll see...." I knew what would happen; this wouldn't be my last sorry.
I Got What I Wanted..Sorta

I sat in bed, hugging Loki, my new tortoiseshell kitten. It's been three days since I found out the truth. Hana turned over next to me, she had been sleeping with me since three days ago. The bed was intoxicated with the smell of crushed roses, a habit of Gran's. She'd sent me tons of get-well gifts, since it was a school policy for students to see family and guardians on weekends.
A down pillow, stack of new books I've been wanting, an ipod touch, and Loki. I left her messages, telling her a bunch of thanks and I love you's to Benny and Lewie. I didn't tell them I wasn't sick, that I was really just in pain. I still was in shock of what Lupin told me...
"You aren't what you think you are. You're...special..." Lu said gently. Han looked sad as Tristian walked to my side. He leaned to get in my face. His voice was quiet, dead. "Rowan Walker doesn't exist. Who you are, what you do, it's a sad dream. Wake up and smell the magic. You're a witch. You're not Rowan. She died a century ago." My voice was calm, level, "Your saying I'm not me? That I died." They stared at me, all of them. Hana walked to me, and pushed Tristian aside. She held me tightly, and whispered in my ear, "You don't exist, wake up Milady. Rowan, wake up." Hana held tighter even when my feet gave way from me. "I'm Rowan. No one can change me." I whispered. Lupin looked grim. Tristian came back to me. He slapped me in the face. Han flinched. "You are Princess Rowan Louise Saya O'Shea. You loved the snow, strawberries, and skating on ice. You died. You stayed that way; young forever. Then you grew back to a seed in a peasant in Canada, where you were born twice. You lived to be seventeen before, and now its been one hundred thirty-three years. Remember, Your Highness, your father? Or Michael, your Angel? How about Thor, your brother? Wake up, Rowan Louise Saya O'Shea!" I let go all together. Of my hope. Of my threads to the present, the past, the future. I knew.
"Milady?" I looked down. Hana was awake, looking at me with red eyes. My eyes were clear, gray. I had stood in front of the mirror and watched my eyes change. I was a witch, a princess. I was 133 years old. I was still Rowan though. Hana's voice pulled me back.
"I'm sorry, Milady, I wanted to stay with you here and let you remember. But, you were so against it, I wanted to be friends again." Her voice caught in a sob. I had no reaction to it. My legs moved and my mouth moved. "I'm going to the music room." Inside, I was banging on the door that led to the outside. I couldn't open it...
Lupin was outside my door, and when he saw me he started to speak. "Stay silent, Lupin Lunaer. Go tell Tristian I wish to go to the music room. Tell him I said I don't wish to speak." I touched his cheek as I passed, and he was quiet as he walked down the hall. During my period of shock, I learned to use my witch senses. I could hear all the way to the dorm room 315 when I entered the music room, two wings over. The music was flowing through my head; my mother taught me how to play piano, so I knew the keys instantly. My nightgown wrapped around my legs when I sat. I closed my eyes, willing the door in my heart to open.
Not until my numb fingers flowed down the piano, did my heart open. A lullaby I knew started to form in the air around me, as if you could pluck out the words with a wave of your hand. I began to sing......
"When and how long ago did we meet that day, That day we made that memory."
"The sun way shining in gentle rays, The waves tickling our feet, so sensury."
"I sung a song to you from the ground, You heard it from the clouds, the cloud."
"You caught my heart, and played a tune, My Guardian Angel, what a sweet tune."
My heart was open and pouring out when a sigh caught my attention. I kept playing, I didn't want to stop. No one would stop me. I kept singing those verses over and over again, thinking on how Gran told me about the girl who had been fallen for by an angel. The tale brought back memories, of how it was before I was a witch. My hands stopped,and my closed eyes rained tears. The sigh I heard before was there again, but before I could turn around, arms wrapped around my waist.
A voice like bells whispered, "Don't be sad, my Rowan Louise. Sing that song for me, your voice is so beautiful. It will ease your pain. Do you remember how I eased your pain?" The arms hugged me tighter. I sat still, my breath still. I was crying again...And I knew that voice. I remembered something.
The trees were tall and still, like my heart should have been. I laid there, my gown tattered and bloodied, my black hair streaming damp beind me, half in water. Pain covered every inch of me. The blood trickled over my lips and eyes, and I choked. I wanted to die, it was awful what they called me. I'm not a witch, I'm a girl. Why....WHY?! I cried for a long time, the pain grew worse and worse. A shadow came across me and I screamed. A beautiful face appeared and touched my beaten cheek. I stilled, as still as the trees. The voice like musical bells came from the beautiful face. I stared, not being polite, I didn't care what this creature did to me, as long as the pain stopped. "I will help you, Your Majesty." The voice said kindly. My voice now rough, hurt like knives against my throat as I spoke, "Who are you? What are you going to fo to me?" He smiled, sad, and bent to kiss her bloody lips, "Give you energy, dear