Beautiful Hell (Draft 1)

For almost one hundred years, a brutal and bloody struggle for dominance between the kingdom of Ra'Ziel and the plains of Torath has torn the world asunder, raining death and destruction upon the earth. But this war is coming to an end. With only a few descendants of both royal lines living, will there finally be peace? Alexandra Ra'Ziel wants nothing more than to end the feud that took her older brothers from her, but Tristan Torath has different plans. He wants - he needs - retribution for the wrongs he has suffered. And so their story begins. Because anyone can find vengeance, but only a rare few achieve true justice.

Ok yeah, so here's the thing. I'm rewriting this story, so anybody who wants to read the new chapters (as I edit and revise them) can find them on my page. The Movella is titled Beautiful Hell (Re-imagined). And yeah, it's way way way better than this one, but also way more graphic too.


13. An Excerpt from the Diary of Alexandra Maria Ra'Ziel

The Year 608, 91 Years After the Beginning of the War.

June 14th.

The Nomad Camp, Tris’ Tent

        It really is very bare in here. I’m sitting on a chest, because I don’t want to sit on his only chair. These clothes are weird, but free too. Finally, I can wear pants. I don’t know how Tris found this, but he recovered my journal from the coach. It was just waiting here when he left, along with a few other things of mine, so I decided to write.

        I miss Maddie. I think she would have liked it here. She always loved animals, and children, and people. Not like me. Jasper is alright though. He seems kind, but also twisted. He seems normal. Almost.

        Tris isn’t so bad. I saw pain in his eyes, just before he left. It was a nice break from the darkness that surrounds him. His smile is cute, I wish he would smile more. Gods, I’ve only known him for a day, and already I’m talking about what he should do more. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Tris killed Maddie. He killed Edward. He is a murderer. He only wants to rape me, and is taking his time getting there, but it’s going to happen sooner or later.

        I think I’m going to walk around now. Tris said I could. Being here is not so different from back home. No matter where I go, someone is always telling me what I can and can’t do.

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