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Contents
Acknowledgement
BLURB
Prologue: Not Just An Orphan But A Prince
1. The Truth Of It All
2. Awakened And Revelation
3. Hidden Kingdom Beyond Academy Walls
4. A Summer Journey To The Lands That Raised Me
5. Romantic Love Between Light And Darkness
6. My Sweet Inspiration And Kindness Unlocks Opportunity
7. Kindness Unlocks Opportunity
8. Year Two Of Defying The Limits Set Upon Me
9. The Year Of Combat And Sister Of Light
10. Move Forward
11. Exhibit Of Inspiration
12. Temporary Break And Worthy Of Purgatory
13. Forgive But Not Forget And Last Time?
14. Wilting Imposter
15. Glimpse Of Hope
COMING SOON - FAE ROSE ACADEMY YEAR THREE
SNEAK PEEK - BLOODY ROSARY ACADEMY
PROLOGUE: Forgive Me, Father, For I Have Sinned…Again And Again
ABOUT AVERY SONG
ABOUT QUINN ASHWOOD
Also By Avery Song
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Thank you for purchasing FAE ROSE ACADEMY.
Thank you for giving Avery Song and Quinn Ashwood duo a chance! This was a challenge, especially with the new idea of paranormal romance. Hope you enjoy our little creation!
Special thanks to our amazing Mom for blessing us with the gift to write and supporting us in all aspects. We pray to continue making you proud as we strive towards success.
Finally, we thank God for giving us the strength to achieve our goals. Without Him, we would be nothing.
AVERY SONG
&
QUINN ASHWOOD
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What is it like to be a part of the purely divine? One wouldn't know unless awakened to see the truth hidden beneath the lies.
I, Rosadette Campbell, am finally told the truth of my heritage and all that's been hidden from me. It's shocking, heart-clenching, and makes me want to run back to my life as human scum in the lower lands.
The love I have for a prince so daring and humble is what clings to me, begging me to give the world I'd come to fall in love with a second chance. This may be the opportunity I've unconsciously sought because my many questions will lead to answers and those willing to aid me with my conquest.
Before I venture into the darker depths of year two, I must walk within the shadows of my birthplace and discover how powerful a fae like me can become. I need to learn about the raging magic of the lands and seas, and the hidden secrets that keep the separation between the purely and deadly divinities.
Darkness is brewing, revenge is calling, and I know a certain prince is waiting for my swift return. Let him endure the loss of my rose, for I am in a place I belong, and when I return for my second year at Fae Rose Academy, I hope he's ready.
I hope they're all ready.
Prologue: Not Just An Orphan But A Prince
~RAINER~
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"Orphan! Orphan! You're a dark orphan!"
I said nothing to the taunts as I bit my lip in annoyance. Not because of the circle of children dancing around me in pure mockery, but at my stained white pants and top that Mother had just given me this morning.
Emma, our maid, had delivered it to me bright and early, prior to breakfast, which left me with the task of staying nice and clean before Mother and Father's arrival. I'd worked really hard to keep the expensive white material as clean as possible, not a stain in sight throughout the day of extra precision.
It wasn’t until I was waiting to be picked up by Emma that my fellow fae decided to rain on my proud parade. One simple push and I was left in a puddle of mud - made by them - destroying my hard work of remaining perfect.
Trying to prove that I could mingle with the Purely Divine.
I knew of my heritage, my birthplace that oozed darkness, where I was destined to be left like the garbage my true parents marked me as, but I fought day and night to ignore it.
To try and fit into this side of the world my mom worked tirelessly to flood with light.
"Dark orphan! Dark orphan," the kids continued to chant and cheer, their laughter and giggles only making my heart ache with sadness.
When no adults were around, this was the taunting I faced on the regular, all because I wasn't a prince of blood.
I'm the adopted prince.
The one who couldn't possibly fit into this kingdom because I didn't belong in the first place. A puzzle piece that would never fit into the final equation. A faulty creation that didn't deserve to be raised by his own creators.
I'd attempted to read all the books in the vast libraries. To solve the issues I carried that made my parents think of me as nothing. Was my future not bright enough to reach their expectations? Did I lack the magic capability, or did they want a child of light instead?
All these questions that I'd never obtain the answers to would haunt me every single time I was left in these embarrassing situations. At twelve years old, they hadn't stopped. They’d only continued to escalate from a monthly basis to a weekly basis, and now? Daily occurrences.
They were pushing my buttons on purpose. Fighting hard to bait me into the trap they’d already set up for the boy they thought was naive. They wished for me to dance to their tune and fall into the pit they'd dug up.
Then they would laugh, cheer, and praise my suffering before acting like victims of circumstance.
Times like these made me question if this was a kingdom I could possibly protect. A place that ignored my given title by the king and queen of these very lands and took every shot to belittle my very existence.
Would I want to protect such people? Individuals who would grow up to be the adults and potential future of this kingdom. If war came down upon our lands, would I lay my life and future down on their behalf?
Do they even deserve such luxury?
It was questions like these that a child like myself shouldn't have to answer. Thoughts and wonders that should be left for the current rulers of this kingdom.
The individuals protecting this kingdom for the day its rightful owner arrived from the dead.
"C'mon, Prince Rainer," one boy taunted.
I lifted my eyes for a mere second, but I already knew who the cold yet mocking voice belonged to. The cheering crowd had only cheered louder at the boy's entrance as they made a gap just for him to walk through.
He stopped only two steps away from me, his smug smile and ju
dgemental eyes degrading me with a mere look. He gestured to his exquisite white suit, looking proud as ever to have remained perfectly clean for the entire school day.
"You should know better about the Purely Divines and their cleanliness. If you can't keep your clothes protected, how are you possibly going to protect your kingdom?"
"Ya!" the other kids cheered and clapped. "Prince Xavier will be the true ruler."
True ruler. Not a fake one like me...
"Can't blame you, though. Misfits like you can't grasp how valuable our morals are as light fae." He chuckled. "Or whatever you are."
I continued to say nothing as my fists clenched and shook. I couldn't allow myself to react, because I knew what he wanted.
To get me in trouble. To take away my chance of continuing to gain knowledge and train the powers bestowed upon me from the fae lands themselves.
Dad always told me that those who belittled others were envious of their bright future. They would do anything to step on others, to make them feel unwanted, discarded, and push them out of the way so they could take the next step towards empowerment.
To Prince Xavier, I was his stepping stone.
To me, I was a threat that could destroy him.
We were from different kingdoms, but he obsessed to be a part of mine. To take the power our family had been blessed with to protect. Though, in his mind, it was all about becoming stronger.
If I hadn't seen how his parents worked hard to correct his odd mindset and obsession with perfection and growing powerful, I would believe they were molding him into a cold prince who was desperate to become king, but they were as kind and generous as my adoptive ones.
Prince Xavier let the power his mere status gave him dominate those around him. It was why he didn't get bullied in my kingdom.
Way opposite of me, who gets bullied on a daily basis.
I envied him. To be able to be all proud and cold. The way he could get all the girls’ attention and be praised by the boys who wished to be like him.
To them, he was fit to be a prince. Me, on the other hand…I was too soft on the outside.
Soft fae like me are weak, easily broken, and would fall at the mere sight of a challenge.
They didn't know who I really was. Nor did I show them because they didn't deserve to witness that side of me. Those who walked over me like I was a pesty bug in their line of vision weren't worthy of seeing me at my strongest.
I wished to be one who'd be praised after all those who fought hard to diminish my worth witnessed the strength I'd hidden for years. To make them experience that eye-opening moment that would leave them quaking and begging for forgiveness.
An odd dream to have for a boy leaving his child years and entering the stage of teenagehood, and yet I still couldn't gather enough guts to defend myself in moments like these.
I'd failed at keeping this outfit that my mom gifted to me clean, leaving me in a state of imperfection that would only shatter my evening, and my attempt to make my parents proud.
I swallowed the hurt it brought to my chest. The lump in my throat slowly made its way back down, and I took a slow inhale and let it out, hoping it would fight the urge to show him what a misfit like me could do.
What a threat like me could accomplish if given that golden opportunity.
"I'm bored. You're such a coward." Xavier kicked the puddle beneath him, splashing more mud onto me and staining my face. "Fae like you should just disappear. Us light fae don't bother with imperfections. Now shoo." He gestured with his hand.
I didn't lift my head, but my eyes met his mocking ones, and for a second I noticed the fear in them as I allowed the tiny bit of anger to reflect in my color-changing eyes. There was no need for a mirror to inform me of their threatening color.
They were dark red, like blood...a color I wished to spill upon that very white suit.
Suddenly, there was a huge splash of mud as if a car had gone by and ignited a wave of the thick brown liquid.
The rest of the kids screamed as mud drenched them from head to toe. Even Xavier, who stood a few short steps from me, was now dripping with the discolored substance that worked hard to stain his precious suit.
Silence followed for five seconds as all eyes seemed to land on me. I couldn't even say a word, knowing well that I wouldn't be able to prove my innocence in words, let alone actions. They already assumed I was the culprit to the dread and shame they would endure the moment their parents arrived to pick them up.
"Oh goodness gracious." The familiar voice had to be Emma. The sound came from the direction behind me.
"My oh my." The playful, singing voice lifted my hopes up as I looked back in surprise. "I'm curious as to why my darling prince is being mocked when you all have tarnished your pretty clothes?"
Everyone continued to remain silent while I took in the woman who emerged from the corner with Emma. Emma held a white lace umbrella, shielding the radiant woman who wore the most exquisite dress.
The white fabric practically glowed even under the shade of the umbrella, accenting her majestic features, from her soft, pale skin to the bright blue eyes that carried hints of red - a unique feature that only our queen and my precious mother carried.
Her hair was in bountiful curls, the bright blonde shifting to a lovely lavender that had a touch of silver. Her lips were a cherry red that matched her red eyes, which looked upon our group with questioning force.
When she took a step, the ground beneath her bloomed with flowers, as if the earth couldn't grow fast enough to bloom and welcome the Queen who took them in as hers. The vines continued to grow as she moved, Emma following her long strides with swiftness.
Xavier moved back to stand near his peers - most of them immediately crowding around him as if he could protect them from the queen's wrath. That left me to turn and face my mother, the woman who was willing to adopt a misfit like me, who couldn't remain clean for her arrival.
I didn't expect her to arrive today. Rarely did she come to pick me up. Not because she didn't care about my studies and progress, but as a queen of a kingdom like ours, she had to meet the standards and needs of her people before her husband and then children.
I harbored no hate towards our tradition and views of priority, but it only made this moment a rare one that left my heart beating swiftly against my chest.
This was that golden moment to make my mother proud, and they’d ruined it.
My head lowered in shame as she approached, my line of vision now on her dazzling white shoes that stepped upon a tiny platform of ice that protected her from the brown muck. I waited for her scolding, prepared myself for the disappointment her arrival would now bring thanks to my inability to stop these bullies in the past.
If I'd been a "man" like they constantly stated, this wouldn't have escalated to this present moment. The nice guy never had the guts to fight back, and that was nothing but a form of weakness.
The stinging in my eyes forced me to close them as I fought the urge to cry. No matter what my parents said, to the rest of the world, crying was another form of weakness that boys and men couldn't express openly.
My parents said differently, encouraging me to express my emotions when they fought to consume me, but I knew better. Those very salty tears would only add to my 'weak' image and be used against me at a later date.
I noticed the fold of fabric that gathered around my feet, the ice growing until it seeped beneath where I stood and glistened like it was now night and the moon was sparkling against its reflective surface.
My gaze was forced to move slightly upward, and my eyes grew as I took in Mother's smiling expression as she looked at me with overflowing gentleness.
"Good evening, son. Why do you look at the floor with shame when your mother is right here to brighten your day?" she inquired genuinely.
Her curiosity and soft voice always got through the dark emotions that wished to take over. She was the part of light in my life that I wished to mimic.
As a
fae of darkness...and light.
"I failed," I muttered so quietly, I wondered if she picked it up. My hands clenched once again, fighting hard to remain still and not tremble in anger. "I wished to keep the outfit you chose just for me clean. It was a task I took seriously for the entire day. I wanted you to see me at my best. However, it didn't work."
"W-We didn't do it!" one of the kids called out.
"Y-Ya! It's his fault!" another declared.
"And now he made all of us unclean! Look at my perfect outfit now! It's ruined because of him," a third kid spoke up.
"True Purely Divine fae ensure they keep up their appearance for all occasions. It's unforgivable for someone to destroy our impeccable beauty and grace for his own selfish desires," Xavier declared with pure annoyance.
All I could do was close my eyes once more, their words and accusations in front of my mom only hurting me even more. I didn't want to tell on them. If they thought this was the 'right' thing to do – putting the blame on another innocent fae - I wouldn't correct them for it wouldn't stick in their heads.
They never listened to me. Only those with authority could force them to listen by mere rank.
"Rainer."
Her hand grasped my chin, lifting it up so I could look right into those loving red jewels.
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