She stared blankly at the woman sitting before her. The dark room was illuminated by the crackling fire enough that, even though the woman was not facing her, the girl could tell the resemblance the two females had. The woman could have been her mother.
The woman turned, sensing someone behind her. Her sneer quickly turned into a smile when she saw the girl.
"Deyanira, my darling, it's been so long since I've seen you," the woman purred, standing. She strode to embrace the girl. Deyanira looked up and found herself looking right into eyes that were perfect replicas of her own. Cold, dark, soulless eyes that so many people had seen before dying. The wild black hair that could never be tamed. Pale, cold skin.
This was Deyanira's mother.
Hello lovely people! I have two stories on this website right now, but neither of them really made me as excited as this one. I started this story three years ago on Wattpad and have recently started working on it again. I will be posting on both websites. My user name is the same there if you would rather read this story there.
I can't guarantee posts every week, but I can guarantee that I won't give up on this story.
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