13 years old girl from
Your worst nightmare
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Saturday, 20. August 2011
The trident was heavy, and it reached far above her head. The crown sat low on her head, though she was told that she would grow into it. Aderes took one hand off the trident and lifted the crown from in front of her eyes. Her mother, the current queen, smiled down at her. It was one of the only times she smiled.
Aderes had been named the new Heiress, and it was a task not taken lightly. She was only a few sweeps old, but she had the universe in her hands. She had to take on the world, and no one would understand. Being the Heiress was hard.
It's hard and no one understands.
She reached up to grab her mothers hand, and watched as she recoiled from her. She would never hold her hand, never touch her. The only time they spent together was this time, when Aderes pretended that she wanted to be the Heiress. Her mother would smile at her, maybe even talk to her.
But that's the only time she did.
Maybe it was because she had to run a country, or maybe it was because she didn't care. Either way, she didn't spend time with her, or even around her. Aderes's only company was her lusus, though when she was younger she was afraid of her.
She whispered things to her that scared her. They said things, things she couldn't understand and things that made her unable to sleep at night. Sh learned to love her though, learned to respect her. The things she said still scared Aderes, but there was no one for her to talk to.
She wished she hadn't been born as heiress.
"Please," she cried one night, her head poking out of the water as she stared up at the cold night sky. "Please, let this pain go away," she pleaded, water droplets cascading down her face. They tasted like salt. Aderes's breath came raggedly and she felt the pain stab through her.
She didn't want this, to hold the world in her hands, to be born a pink blood. She didn't want to hold her mother's trident, wear the crown on her head. She didn't want any of it. Not any part of this, this tyranny.
She noticed too late that she was speaking out loud, not in her head like she thought.
She hardly had a moment to realize the trident she so much abhored was through her heart, hardly a moment to feel the warm blood trickle out of her.
She'd been culled.