Preface

๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ธ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ. ๐˜š๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ, ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด. ๐˜‹๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ช

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๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ. ๐˜๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ. ๐˜‰๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ. ๐˜ˆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ป๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต. ๐˜š๐˜ฐ ๐˜ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ. ๐˜ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ '๐˜ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ'. ๐˜‰๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜บ, ๐˜ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ง ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ '๐˜ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ง'. ๐˜ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ด๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ด. ๐˜‰๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ. ๐˜š๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ง ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜บ ๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ง ๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ, ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ. ๐˜š๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜‰๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ. ๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ, ๐˜ช๐˜ง ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ? ๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ, ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ? ๐˜ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ป๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต. ๐˜‰๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ.

1

Nightmares twisted through my dreams,pulling me farther away from reality.

"You're weak, Biana Vacker. I'm only showing that to everyone else." she stated, almost as if she knew me. But she doesn't. She doesn't.

"I'm not weak!"I wanted to cry out, I wanted to tell her that no matter what, she couldn't ruin me. Never. But I was. I was weak and useless.

"Oh Biana, you could have been such a valuable asset. But of course, you have chosen your side." She said, poising the dagger to attack.

"I have." I say, gritting my teeth and preparing for the pain. She smiled and brought the dagger down on my arm. Pain jolted up my arm.

"As I said, weak." She says. I kick her in the face. Hard. Vespera glares at me. "So I haven't broke your spirit yet," she snarled. "But I promise you, I will."

By now I have her dagger, which had flown from her grasp when I kicked her, in my hand. "You won't." I say defiantly. She lunges for the dagger, and I gasp when my hand instinctively slices her face. Her hand flies to her face and touches the blood. She reaches for me but I roll away. I notice the trail of blood I leave behind. She pulls the dagger from my hand and looks down at me.

"Goodbye, Vacker." And she throws the dagger at the mirror above my head. The last thing I hear is shattering glass as the shards fall on top of me.


"No!" I scream, sitting up in my bed. The doors to my room open a few moments after.

"Biana! Are you okay? What happened?" I look into my mothers worried eyes.

"I'm fine...It was just a nightmare." I say. But It was more like a memory. I wanted to add on. She hugs me close to her.

"Oh, Biana, I'm so sorry!" She says with teary eyes.

"You have nothing to be sorry about." I say, trying not to look into her eyes. "I just had a nightmare."

"What was the nightmare about?" She asks,her eyes glancing at my scars for a moment. I hesitate before answering.

"It was nothing. I'm fine." I look away and reach for Lady Sassyfur, who had been flung off the bed during my sleep.

Della traces a hand down my deepest scar. The one that had been hurting me most, both mentally and physically.

"You can tell me anything, Biana." she finally says.

"I don't have anything to tell." I respond, still avoiding her gaze. She smiles weakly.

"Okay Biana, I get it." She gives me another hug and stands up to leave.

"Thank you." I whisper, but she has already left.

Shimmering snow falls outside in the morning. Neither me nor Della mention last night's events. But she does eye me worriedly when I come downstairs for breakfast.  Fitz grabs a blitzenberry muffin and grins at me.

"Finally we get to do school again! I can't wait to hang out with-" He stops short.

"Who?" I inquire, raising my eyebrow.

He blushes, "No one."

I roll my eyes, "I think you were going to say, Sophie."  

"No.." he says slowly.

"Who then?" I ask, hiding my surprise perfectly. Even though they weren't dating, and haven't for a year, I thought he still had feelings for her.  

"Umm..I'm going to go get ready for school!" he blurts out, then rushes out of the room. I smile. Making Fitz nervous is my favourite morning activity.  I grab a custard burst and eat it delicately, avoiding my mother's gaze. Alden, oblivious to Della's worried demean, smiles

"I was investigating that indent outside today, and you'll never guess what I found!"

"Oh my, you found a dinosaur egg?" I say sarcastically.

Alden stares at me "No, I found a sapphire! I'm making it into a necklace for someone special.." he shared a look with Della.

I look at the time. I suppress a sigh and say "I have to go get ready for school.."

"Do you need any help?" Della asks.

"No, I'm fine." I answer.

I walk up the beautiful stairs, lightly sliding my hand along the walls. In Fitz's room I hear a laugh and a voice I've never heard before. "Strange.." I mutter. I guess he's just hailing someone. A girl, from the sounds of it. When I reach my room, I push open the white wood door and head for the (rather large) closet.

"Pink dress with purple kitten heels or, white dress with sapphire blue flats." I consider out loud, hopefully loud enough so Fitz can hear me. And whoever he is talking to. No response comes and I sigh. I pick up my school uniform. I normally don't wear it, instead just wearing my own, much prettier, clothes. But I'm far too tired to do that right now. I look in the mirror. My eyes are a duller teal than they used to be. I blink and shake my head. Reaching for my pin to fasten my cape, I pull my hand back as it pricks me. I must have forgotten to put the fastener back on. Red wells up on my fingertip, and to my dismay, it doesn't make me feel sick. It doesn't make me feel anything at all. I wipe the blood off on my cape and put pin my cape in place. Turning away from the mirror, a fluttering at the window catches my eye.

I walk over and see its a butterfly. A paper butterfly, to be exact. I pluck it from its perch on the windowsill and examine it. Suddenly I drop it in fear. Because, wrote in clear handwriting on its wing, are the words: You're not safe, Biana...

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