The Beast Within

In a world where magic is outlawed and virtually extinct, Princess Fiamatta suddenly finds her world turned inside out by the traitorous word. From royalty, to fugitive, to leader of the rebels, Fia is forced to work with a handsome, arrogant magician she found locked away in a dungeon.

btw, this is my NaNoWriMo story so criticism is much appreciated! Thanks :)


33. Act 32

It hit me, while we were packing up for our long journey, the gravity of our destination. This is where we had to go, not only for safety but also for the future of the kingdom, and maybe even the world. After all if Straiyer had no qualms with destroying an entire city in one night, what was going to stop him from taking over other kingdoms? Nothing, I had to be the one to stop him. The depression of this thought caused my shoulders to sag. Logan had been right, I thought to myself begrudgingly. The sexy arrogant magician had not spoken to me since our argument in the tent. I understood that perhaps humans had committed some misdeeds against the magicians but how was I supposed to know that? All of my history textbooks had painted magicians to be evil, and that’s how the rest of my people view them as. Not to mention, bloodshed does not make up for past bloodshed. Both are equally sad and only result in more mourning. Why couldn’t Logan see this? He hated humans so much, but yet he was willing to help me. Well, sort of. He was willing but only if he got something in return. I thought for a moment, remembering back to that day in the woods when I first made that promise to him. It had only been a couple days ago, less that a week, but it felt like a lifetime ago. Back then I had promised without caring why he needed my blood. All I was focused on is that I needed him and his powers.

            A great sigh coursed through me, exhaling through my mouth melodramatically. Suddenly everything came down to the power of magic. Not even a week ago I thought magicians were practically extinct, and only existed in the Forbidden Zone. Now it seems like they are popping out of the ground, like daisies! What was even worse though is that I’m falling for one. My mind protested some but I forced my thoughts to linger there. I knew myself well enough to accept that I had feelings for Logan; otherwise none of what happened in the tent would have transpired in the first place. I let it happen, and the knowledge of that only seemed to depress me further. It was wrong to love him, it was a love denied to me not only by my role as a princess, but also by my race. Humans and magicians never intermixed; it was beyond taboo. And even if I was able to somehow skirt around that, as a queen if I wanted to be the ruler I could not marry. As soon as I took a husband he would be given sole control of the country and I would be transformed into merely a figurehead. Someone suited for that purple dress back in my tent, hanging there nice and pretty for all to see, doing nothing more than that.

            “We are ready, Princess.” Captain Tregor’s gruff voice snapped me out of my depressing train of thought. But it was only for a moment. I could feel those worries move into the back of my mind, not willing to disappear yet, and even more crowding back there with them, waiting to over take me again at a moments notice.

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