I know I said I was going to be uploading a story soon months ago, but I've had school and blah, blah, blah! At the moment, the only 2 characters that are mine are Raina and Abigail! The rest belong to Richelle Mead. Byyyyeeee!
Tell you what, being a dhampir for a queen and her prince charming is tough.
Especially since you have important, secret missions behind all of that. And on top of all that, trying to keep a stable relationship. Also, looking after a human who knows EVERYTHING. Like, about your life. Even about Lissa's and Adrian's, and Sydney's. Which I don't get, because it's not like I wrote a book out to the world, which says everything abut mine and Lissa's life.
Maybe.
But at the moment, all we know is that TONS of people have read this book, so our life is at risk.
But most people think it's some kind of fantasy world they'd love to live in.
Not really.
All we, the moroi, dhampirs and Alchemist's understand is that our life is on the line, and it's mine, Sydney's and Adrian's fault.
But luckily, everyone has pushed aside the fact we'd caused it.
Except for, some- others. I guess.
"Rose Hathaway!" I heard from the front of the dark room. I got out of my chair and ambled cooly all the way to the black stage and the microphone.
"Rosemarie Hathaway, here today to defend hers- and her peers- right about letting off our secret, uh, to the, world and maybe forever more!" Raina grumbled, I wouldn't blame her. Her orange, stringy hair was tied into a messy bun, and her circle glasses sat on the tip of her nose.
"Echem. I hear by announce I- I mean, we- did this by, eh, accident. Me- and my peers- wrote a, ah, story, tale, recount, about our lives. It's, just so crazy. I don't know how mine got unleashed to the world but, certainly this was a mistake." Really, there was nothing else to say. What do they expect? 'We went to a publisher and asked if they could publish our books, but then it went over board and got more- famous- than we would've expected?' No! Of course not!
"Oh, okay. Who thinks this is a hor- disagrees with this, answer?" Raina addressed to the few people sitting behind the desk. Lissa was seated in the middle of the three chairs, a confident look on her face. I turned to Abigail, the human who always had a sly look on her face when this sort of thing happened, because she knew everything. The only reason Abbie was at the court was because she could see through the mist of stories, which meant she could see book characters. It was strange for me, Lissa, Adrian, Sydney, Jill, Christian, Dimitri and all the below. Knew everything we knew, we've done. Reminded us, asked us, told us. It was all like a scramble us, especially since she is very inquisitive and, well, hard to understand, I guess. Abigail was beautiful and ambitious though. She had dark brown hair which looped itself all the way to her rib-cage. She dyed the tips of her hair a magenta purple, and both of her eyes where an electric blue with hazel mixed, which was strange, but very, well, different. But, what we realized was that, cinnabar pink surrounded her pupil and iris, which only a pinch of people have. The moroi and dhampir's think, this color is what has caused Abbie to see through the mist.
"I disagree." spat the first judge, "Rosemarie has done some shameful things, and she could have done this to get revenge. To make us shamed. She is planning something! I know!" He banged his fist's on the table, then looked at Lissa with disgust. "She is not a good guardian."
"I don't agree with you professor. Now, go to the nurse, you banged your hand pretty hard on that table." Lissa said. "Rose told me that she writes one day each night, because she needs to guard me all day! Nothing would be open at night." Lissa sighed.
"Well, I don't think Rose would have sold this book out to the world. I know Rosemarie Hathaway has done some despicable things, but none of these moroi, dhampir's or Alchemist's- well, Sydney's not really an Alchemist anymore, but anyway- would try to harm our race." approved the third judge.
"Here, here." I heard someone say. Me and Lissa rolled our eyes as we looked towards Abigail. "With the the last two, I add. Lissa has given you all the proof in-" she looked at her clock, "under two minutes. Now, three judges, two of them said, Rose didn't mean to do it, the other said she did. Those in favor with professor Countutr?" There where about four hands up out of hundreds. "Those in favor with with the queen?" Everybody else put there hand up as Raina got out of their chair.
"Okay, that settles it. Rosemarie and her pretty friends are not gonna get executed or anything." Claps and some cheers flowed through out the room. Abigail bowed clumsily, and sat back down the uncomfortable wooden chairs. I did a little dance with my hands, and stumbled down the stage and followed a few people out of the room.
From the outside of the court, I heard screams and yells of either excitement or disappointment; I don't know. Lissa and Christian were out of the room, Christian waiting impatiently for Lissa to get off the phone. Once the phone was hidden in her purse, she sat on the couch, completely ignoring everyone around her; just looking around solemnly. At one stage I saw her take a deep breath and rested her head on Christian's shoulder, then take out her phone. She NEVER does that.
The queen thinks it is rude and disrespectful, as well as everyone else.
In bed, their was nothing to do. I looked at my ring, imagining what me and Dimitri's wedding would be like. I'm not much of a classy girl, but I imagined this wedding to be proper and queen-like (or Lissa-like, as what I would normally say). I'm also not much for white, and pink person, either. More black and red, but this wedding, it would be exactly the opposite of what I used to wanted it to be. I would be the main person, everyone looking at me, and Christian and Lissa would have to step their game up to make people remember theirs. I fell asleep thinking of the wonderful dream wedding that I will very soon have.
I woke up with Lissa at the end of my bed, not looking like a beautiful queen like normal. Mascara ran down her face, and her red lipstick smudged all over her white dressing gown.
"What's wrong, Lis?" I asked holding her tight in my arms. She held on to me too, crying hardly, her mascara running onto my pajamas. She sobbed harder when she let go.
"People are dying. Everywhere. Not just moroi and dhampirs, humans too."
"But that's how it always is, Lis?!" I didn't know what she was getting in to.
"No, nearly half of the worlds population is strigoi, or just dead." I nearly fell of my bed. "We are calling this "Issue 13; World Invasion."
"Guess what Lis," I told her.
"What?"
"Their's nothing we can do to stop it!"
"Their has to be!" She cried.
"Lis,"
"Yeah?"
"I.W.I 13 has just began."