This story is going to be made into a larger world later. The story has heavy sexual scenes.
This story is dedicated to everyone who has ever felt powerless, but fought anyway.
Chapter One
Fayanna
Moonlight and magic whipped around me in a fierce typhoon. I couldn't think; my mind glazed over like holiday ham. All I knew was the magic was ravenous, all-consuming. Nothing else existed other than the stardust exploding behind my eyes.
I was dimly aware of voices shouting over the roaring power. A part of my mind screamed at me to listen, but the power was louder, hungrier, more consuming. I could barely comprehend what was happening. All I knew was that the magic wanted to play, and I was the puppet it used to play its games and wreak havoc across the world.
I was slammed into something, which I was sure of. Pain blossomed on my side, spreading out like ink dropped in water. I moaned, and the power faded, reluctantly coming back to curl up inside me. I could hear again, and I heard voices fussing about me, a chord of panic laced through each word.
I forced my eyes open and blearily looked around. On shaking arms, I managed to push myself up. I shouldn't have. All around me was destruction. The room was in tatters, with theornate furniture spilt over on its sides. I gasped when I saw the two servants lying on the ground, barely moving.
"Are they?" I asked, unsure who I was even speaking to.
"You just worry about yourself," a voice that reminded me of melted metal instructed.
I looked over and saw a woman with a severe bun standing over me. Her expression was soft, but her eyes belied the genuine fear she was experiencing.
"What happened?" I asked, my voice wobbling.
She glanced away, and I traced her movements. A man stood on the other side of me, his clothing all cut up. I looked at him expectantly, and he let out a heavy sigh, as if trying to expel his lungs of the truth.
"The curse is getting worse. You almost killed someone this time," he said.
My hands flew to my mouth, and my eyes widened like the expensive green pastures surrounding the castle. I couldn't believe it. These outbursts were getting worse, more vigorous. There was nothing I could do to tame them as they thrashed around and threatened those whom I cared for and who cared for me.
"It wasn't your fault, Your Majesty " my personal carer, Majorie, tried to soothe me.
"It was! It always is!" I cried. "You always try to soothe me by saying it's not, but it is!"
She looked at me helplessly, her expression filled with pity. I despised it. I didn't deserve empathy or pity when the magic I was cursed with as a babe threatened everyone I loved.
"Fayanna…" Thandon started, and I just shook my head.
"Next time someone might die, not just get knocked unconscious. You need to get them help, then call someone, anyone, who can help me!"
They shared another look, as if I were a petulant child who couldn't understand the complexity of the matter. I understood perfectly, and I refused to back down. There had to be someone, anyone, who could help me with this. I needed someone who understood what a burden it was to carry this curse and who could help me learn to control the power inside me.
"Princess Fayanna, you know we have tried getting people, but no one…" Thandon started, his voice fading out into scarcely a whisper.
"No one wants to help the cursed Princess," I spat.
They looked at each other again, but this time I ignored it. They were both a pain in my ass right now, and I knew if I paid attention to them, I'd either cry or scream or both, I needed my wits about me because no one understood the chaos my space magic was determined to create. It hungered for blood and was going to grow until it destroyed the whole world, and me too, so it could finally free itself of my chains.
"Faye, please listen to us"
"No, Majorie, you listen to me. This is my curse, so I should finally get to choose how it's navigated. I need someone, anyone who can help me learn to control it. Soon none of us will be able to breathe," I said frankly.
Majorie averted her gaze, and guilt raced through my body. I knew I had been harsh, but it was the only way she'd understand what I was talking about. I couldn't use the kid gloves on her, just as I wished she wouldn't use them on me.
"We will see what we can do, Princess," Thandon said, bowing his head.
"Thank you. That is all I want," I paused. "I don't want to hurt anyone anymore," I whispered.
Majorie fell into me and pulled me into a hug. I let her hold me as tears streaked down my cheeks. Her comfort was warm and hearty, like a bowl of my favourite soup on a cold, rainy day.