From Princess to Queen

Doomed to be Different

Ava's POV

Dinner time comes round before I know it, sitting at the table eating my bacon pasta with Grace. When she asks “so how has your first day been?” I roll my eyes I answer “not great.

I get kicked out of spellcasting because I don’t need spells. Then I get to hexes and charms to get kicked out of there, because as a royal we are spelled at birth to be protected from any hexes and I already know all seven charms.

Can you guess how my healing class went? Grace burst out in a fit off giggles I place my head in my hands feeling defeated this first day suckes.

“Why did you get kicked out of healing?” grumbling I answer, “believe it or not. I already know how to heal myself and others, they had me perform it three times, they said I’m to advance to even be at the Academy, but I can’t leave as we are all bound here for the first year.”

“Stop acting as if the world is ending, so your advanced it doesn’t matter there are still plenty of things you can do and experience. I hear there is going to be a bonfire in a few weeks we should go.” Grace says excitingly while she writes down notes in a scruff red notepad.

 Well, a bonfire should be fun. The least it could do was keep my mind of things, “okay good idea babe, when is it happening?” tapping the pen to her chin her eyes looked up as if thinking. 

“Pretty sure I heard it was going to be at the end of October so four weeks away” she replies.

“It’s a date then” I say throwing her a wink.

“I’m going to head back to my room it’s been a long day.”

I announce as I stand from my chair. Not even looking up at me as she waves me off while still writing in her pad. Unbelievable I mutter under my breath as I leave.

Four weeks have passed since arriving at Luna Academy and to stay things are not going as planned is an understatement. The only classes I’m left with are magical creatures, magic history and attack and defence training which so far, we haven’t been doing any training.

He just makes us run laps around the arena.

Walking to the training arena, I decided on wearing skin-tight black high-waisted cycling shorts with a black sports bra. My long white, blonde hair up in a high ponytail and my all-black slip-on vans.

I was beyond excited for training today finally coach was letting us spar, and me being the short-tempered violent b***h I was, can’t wait to sink my fist into some poor bastard’s face.

Entering the arena coach pops his head out of a side door making me jump “Ava we will be in the sparing hall today make your way over there I will be right behind you.”

Nodding I take a slow jog over there rolling my shoulders as I go warming my body up ready. I enter the room and to my surprise spot River and Grace standing by the far wall. Making my way over to them River’s eyes caught mine he scans my body making my skin tingle and the tiny hairs on my arms stand on end.

 Snapping his eyes back to my face they flashed yellow, as he lets out a low growl.

 “What are you doing wearing that? did you want me to rip out every man’s throat in this room.”

He says possessively. “Excuse me? what are you even doing in this class? you’re in the second year. I thought this was just for first years?”

I ask crossing my arms over my chest not sure how I was feeling about the possessive comment he made. I was pissed off but slightly turned on which surprised me, coursing me to feel even more annoyed he had that effect on me.

 “First and second years have sparing together helps the first years learn quicker sparing with more experienced fighters” he says I bark out a laugh looking at these second-year student I wouldn’t say I felt threatened by any of them.

Yes, the men were big and muscular but so are my dad and brother, and we spared every day. I’ve kicked my brother’s ass more times than I can count.

 Coach walks in and begins putting us into pairs. I am with one of b***h Faces friends Evie her short, blue hair clipped back; poor Grace has paired with b***h face herself Bethany.

Coach blows his whistle, and the room turns into a war zone. I am so distracted watching Grace, that Evie takes the opportunity to tackle me to the floor.

My head smashes off the mat and dark spots appear in my vision. She looks down at me with a smug face. Okay, now I am fuming. I jump quickly to my feet and her eyes widen. I grab the back of her head, pulling it down as I pull my knee up. They collide with a satisfying crunch, splashing blood over my knee and thigh.

 As she stumbles backward, I lift and swing my leg to kick her in the stomach, causing her to fly and land on her back six feet away from me. I go to walk towards her when I hear the pleas of my best friend begging Bethany to stop.

I snap my head in their direction. b***h Face is sitting on top of Grace, punching her with no sign of stopping. I instantly see red. My vision zooming in on Bethany, I run towards them. I rear my foot back and let it smash into her face.

She rolls a few times, stopping just of the mat I sit on top of her, pinning her arms under my legs just how she had with Grace. Closing my fist, I rear it back, then bring it down to her face, over and over. I can’t stop myself, I want to kill her, and I am going to kill her. And I can feel her blood under my fist, the warm liquid covering her face.

But I still can’t stop myself. I’m beset with rage as I had never felt before, burning at my skin and forcing my fist down harder and faster, electricity dancing across the skin of my arms.

Somewhere in the background, a whistle is being blown. I can hear people shouting, but it sounds like I’m under water I can’t make out what they are saying.