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"Vviolet…." Chase rasped. The accent was rich and strange, though the words are pronounced precisely. Chase backed away, speechless. She couldn't believe what was standing before her when the moonlight finally revealed him. It was a actual live Heylin Dragon.
"No…no. Don't be afraid. I beg you. Look!" Chase grabbed a boxs on the ground and opens it and two Faeries emerged, chattering excitedly. Violet smiled at the sight of more Faeries.
Chase took a formal bow, his body descending to a ninety degree angle while looking up at Violet with his head. "Princess…you have finally returned to us…." Beside him, Jinx grinned and giggled. Violet gulped, her legs poised, ready to run. The dark, damp atmosphere added more suspense. The moon hovered overhead, casting a white eerie glow down into the hole (which added to the atmosphere quite well).
"S-sorry, you must have gotten the wrong girl. I'm not a Princess." Violet said. Suddenly, his Claw flashed out and Chase tipped Violet's chin up with his finger.
"Oh really? The Princess has a birthmark shaped as a Serpent on her left wrist and my little Faerie here…" Jinxs flew down and sat on Chase's shoulder, her Pink cat like eyes flashing menacingly. "Doesn't make any mistakes on identifying your Royal Highness…."
Violet froze. The part about the birthmark on her left wrist was true. A faded-tan jagged Snake rested peacefully on her skin. Untouched, and always hidden under her black sleeves. "You are not born of man. It was the moon than bore you." Violet instinctively touched her wrist, a strange expression etched on her face.
"If I really was a princess, why don't I remember anything?" Violet asked, her face scrunched up in a futile attempt to squeeze any faint memories of her past life. Chase just chuckled darkly.
"Then let me tell you…how foolish you had been……." He Suddenly grab her head, and Images started to flood Violet mind
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A long, long time ago. In another world, the Underworld to be precise, there lived a beautiful princess named Violet. Being the only daughter to the King and Queen of the umderworld, she was next in line for the throne. Until the Minister stepped in with his son.
The Minister, wanted to be King so he devised a clever little plan to take down the Royal Family. Everyday, he secretly met up with little Violet and planted evil seeds in her mind. In the Underworld, it was forbidden to exit the Gates of Yen. Once you step a foot out of them, you are lost forever in the mortal world. Violet dreamt of blue skies, the soft breeze and sunshine. One day, the deceitful man brought Violet to the Gates of Yen and urged her to take a peek outside.
Violet, curiosity abound, leaned forward. Hert eyes eagerly lapping up what was to be seen before her. Suddenly, without warning, the Minister pushed the young heir and Violet disappeared through the gates. Once outside, the brightness blinded her and erased her memory .Violet forgot who she was and where she came from. Her body suffered cold, sickness and pain. Eventually, she died. The day Violet disappeared, the sun went down and was never seen to rise again. Some said that Violet lived and died as a mortal, some said that her soul was still out there, finding a way to return to the Underworld.
The Minister was punished by sending his only son, to the mortal world. The Underworld became grey, cold and dead. Her father, the King, always knew that she will return, perhaps in another body, in another place, in another time. And he will wait for her, until her drew his last breath, until the world stopped turning……
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Violet blinked. The vision of her past was too painstakingly real. Chase lifted his hand and brushed back a stray lock of brown hair. "Do you see now, Princess?"
"Your father had us open portals all over the world to allow your return." With a majestic sweep of arm, he gestures proudly at the well around them. "This, is the last of them"
The Faeries all landed on the ancient Obelisk at the center of the well. It was decorated with Celtic writing and the moonlight dapples around it, casting a curtain of white. The Faeries giggled and sat down to observe the show.
"But," Chase raised a finger. "We have to make sure that your essence is still intact, that you have not become mortal." Chase paced around Violet, finger still in the air and his eyes forever looking at her.
"To insure your return, you must complete three tasks by the next full moon." Saying that, Chase stepped a few paces back and deposited a rather large leather-bound book and a leather sling bag on the ground.
"This is the Book of Crossroads. Open it when you are alone. It will show you your future, and what must be done."
Violet picked up and book and opened its pages. Chase silently signals to his Faerie companions and without a sound, they melted into the shadows.
Violet flipped and flipped. Blank. The pages were blank. There was nothing in it. Hastily, she looked up. "There's nothing ther--."
They were gone. Violet is left alone in the well. Absolutely, alone.