Amethyst Phoenix
Masquerade balls weren’t my thing.
Or maybe it was tremendous pressure placed upon our shoulders to find out who the traitor is before hell breaks loose. For an unknown reason, the illuminating lights were gentle and practically shifting into the darkness. A full moon graced us, an extra boost of motivation from its glow. Although the myth of the Moon Goddess spreading her strength among us on a full moon remains to be seen as truth, I couldn’t help but feel it.
The laced black mask attached to my face felt like feathers, while I disguised myself with blue contacts. Purple eyes were too rare, anyone would notice me without even trying to decipher further. My sleek ebony dress remained simple, barely drawing any attention with its thigh slit and sweetheart neckli
