Kamaria And The Shadows.

Those stories had filled me with fear. The type of fear that lived within you and grew with you. The fears that turned into shadows, following right behind you.

The fear of who I was, and what I was capable of.

That fear.

Of being hated.

They hated me. I knew it because I heard the stories they told of people like me... People who had one foot in the real world, and another foot in the shadow world.

I was one of them. A mlezi. I didn't know what would outrage my people more... Being a spirit of dark element or their princess?

Whatever their reaction was, I knew my days were numbered in this kingdom.