The Lost Secrets of Ismonia

Third person POV Dyrroth sat by my window watching the darkness below me, The Abyss, His Home and the place he resents so much. He is known as the disgrace, the mistake because he is kind, Ismonians are meant to be dangerous, evil at heart but he is not, Prince Dyrroth. As he thought to himself his doors felw open and his Mom came rushing in "Mother what is the matter? why are you running?" Dyrroth asked Helena, His Mother in a worried tone but His Mother just shoved a necklace to his palms "Dyrroth you need to leave Lyrien is coming to kill you, this necklace will take you to the mortal realm, wear it and escape" Helena spoke with haste but it only confused him more "What about you if His Majesty comes you'll be in danger to—" "I'll be fine, always remember I love you" Helena spoke as she muttered some words and Dyrroth was teleported to the mortal realm. Dyrroth POV My everything hurts....wait Mother! as I opened my eyes I was on seemed to be hard floor. then I realized my feet now had an additional two toes, my fingers now 5 instead of 3, my purple skin now as white as the skeleton horses, I looked around and it dawned on me, My Mother had really sent me to the mortal realm, living amongst humans. As I walked out of the middle of two large structures I heard a cry for help and instinctively looked at the direction, two men were robbing a young woman, I went to their direction and lightly punched on of the men, which sent him flying while the other one had ran away, I looked at the lady and noticed she ahd been staring at me with admiration "O my gosh thank you, you are really strong, you look my age, why is your hair so long, why are you beautiful, are you a model?" She tangled me with questions " Ma'am please one at a time" I said, she chuckles nervously "Oh sorry I'm Isabella, what's your name?" She asked with a smile I was about to reply by saying my real name but wouldn't it be strange as a human name? "Travis my name is Travis, pleased to be in your presence Miss Isabella" I replied and kissed her hand as a noble greeting but her expression made me rethink "Is something wrong? Miss?" I asked "N-nothing it's just that noone kisses hands in this generation" she responded, an embarrassed blush on her face "Anyways you look like my age, What school do you attend?" She asked, What's a school, humans have weird names "You know School, a place os studying?" She answered as if she had read my mind "Oh an academy, no I do not attend a place of literary education at the moment" I answered, she looked at me in bewilderment "Okay riddle boy, do you have a place to stay?" She asked again, Riddle Boy! i find that insulting "No I do not have a abode" "Good come with me Riddle Boy, as a thanks for saving me I'll give you a place to stay" Wait are humans this trusting "Wait Miss you barely know me and you're offering a place!? what if I'm a bad person?" I asked genuinely dumbfounded by this human being so trusting and gullible " You're homeless, have no food and bo clothes, do not attend any form of boarding school and you are definitely not from this country so even if you are bad you have no where to hide or run to" She said with a smile that pierced my heart, tho it's true she could've at least spare me so face!