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Note: this is an original story with original characters!! It is fantasy inspired with a king/knight and a woman who escaped from a cult! Mostly fluff but will have a bit of angst

CHAPTER ONE

AURORA

The sun had already set hours ago, rain still pouring down so harshly it made it almost impossible to see. God knows how long I have been walking for, I was tired and hungry and thirsty and overall I just wanted to go home. But I didn’t have a home to go back to.. not anymore.. I took in another shaky breath as my hand rested firmly on my chest as I made sure my heart was truly still beating. My heart was weak, that much was clear as day. I couldn’t run for long, I could pass out by just being tired, and I.. will never be able to bear children.. My community had tried many things to fix me. Praying and locking me away seemed to be their favorite during my rougher days though I think it only made it worse.

I was snapped out of my thoughts as I felt the skirt of my slip dress get stuck on a thorn bush. I pulled gently to get myself unstuck but it was just then that my reality truly sank in.. I was lost. I ran away but now I was all alone. I didn’t have mother or father to keep me safe anymore, I didn’t have the brightest idea of where I was going or where I was going to live, and I couldn't read or write in the slightest bit! “I’m worthless..” I thought to myself. It wasn’t self hate or loathing, it was just the plain old truth. I, Aurora Foster, was worthless. I wasn’t special in any way, shape, or form. I had long medium brunette hair with bangs mother cut because she said it “shaped my face”, dark brown doe like eyes that I for one was quite happy with, warm beige skin, and I suppose the only thing that made me slightly unique was that I was 5 '1. I was the shortest girl in my community since food wasn’t exactly given out to me like it was for everyone else. The elders said I must have practiced witchcraft in my last life if I was born with such a heart like mine.. “weak because of the devil” they’d say.. maybe it was true. But I was free now. I may not have a place to stay but I’m sure it’ll end up just fine! I have god on my side and that much is what keeps me going.

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“I-I can’t do it..” I murmured, taking in a deep shaky breath, my head getting dizzy and my eyes blacking out every five seconds. “No.. No! I’ll just—sit down.. Just till I can get back on my feet” I chipped, trying my absolute best to not lose hope. This happened a lot back home, I knew how to fix it, I just needed a small break.

I sat down next to an old oak tree, leaning my back so it rested on the wood. I took in another deep shaky breath. Then another. And another. Then once more, this one desperate. What.. was wrong with me?.. Why aren’t I better? I can’t think for long as I lay down on the forest floor, the moss making it at least slightly comfortable but I didn’t care for comfort at the moment. Thinking only made it worse, I had to lay down. I took in a few open mouth breaths before my mind went blank. I wasn’t aware of anything at this moment. Couldn’t feel or see my surroundings, all my thoughts have gone deaf, the only thing I could hear was the memory of a soft lullaby being sung to me. I felt like I was dead and I didn’t mind that thought. If I were to die at this very moment I’d be happy that it was away from those who hurt me.