"Why are you so useless?" "Why won't you just go away?" "You're such an idiot." "No one wants you around, Ahrlia!" Her... friends insulted her, unfeeling. She only wanted to watch the boys train. She thought that it would be fun. She was mistaken. Eyes tearing up, she dashed away from the training ring, away from the castle, away from her home, from the gardens, her wavy hair swishing behind her. Ebony dress flowing behind her legs, her feet pattering on the ground, warm, wet tears dripped from her multicoloured eyes. "I'm surprised she didn't draw her claws out and try to rip you apart!" she heard her supposed best friend joke about her to the people she once loved. "My god, did you see her eyes? She must be the spawn of the devil!" Nadah, a girl, the one she was fiercely loyal to, the person that she thought she could always turn to, criticized her. Eyes widening, she attempted to hold back a sob but failed. She quickly made a sharp turn, off the road and into a dark alleyway.
Crumpling to the dirty floor, ignoring a few insects crawling on the walls, she placed her smooth, fair hands over her eyes and let out a quiet, heart-breaking sob. She was different, she knew. Her eyes, they were in different colours. The left eye was obsidian black, the right crimson red. She was feared for the colours that she once thought was beautiful. Striking. Lovely. Now, she saw it as pain. Suffering. A nightmare. She was called a monster. A creature.
"No... Why? Why was I born? Why must I be alive?" her voice cracked as she shakily questioned her existence. "I'm a disgrace. A failure. Useless. I don't belong here. " she told herself. Thinking further and further, she got more and more depressed. After an hour of dejected muttering, she mentally slapped herself and steeled herself. "No. I will go back to the gardens. I will apologize. I will leave my home, I will not cause anymore trouble. I will not listen to them anymore. I am not a mere toy that they can simply play with." Picking herself off the ground, she stood up, her resolve hardening, she stiffly walked towards the place she once called sweet.
A/N; I am not the best writer. I understand if you want to criticize me. Please do so, I will need all the help I can get. I know, my writing style is tacky and bland. My first language is not English, please forgive me. My vocabulary and spelling is not that good, and my story is off to a bad start. Tell me what you feel about this story in the reviews, I will try my best to change this story the best I can to your preferences. And yes. I haven't included the main character in this story yet. Forgive me.