Laughter erupted from her. “Wasting away?” It was something only Liveria would say about the idea of becoming a royal knight. Scarlett rolled her eyes and cracked a smile. “You really think i’ll end up being a knight?” She said absently. She half-daydreamed about what it would be like.
“Yes. Everyone can.” Liveria spoke in a flat tone, when she took Scarlett’s blade and threw it absently to the floor. Scarlett shot her an annoyed look, but Liveria ignored it. “So come.” She then gave Scarlett a knowing smirk. “Plus, I'm pretty sure Silas is going to be there with Orika and her gang of terribly dressed friends, or something.” Scarlett’s body straightened, but Liveria began to babble. “...See? Friends are good. Isolation? Bad.” She said slowly, as if her older sister were a child. She then grabbed her arm.“Now let's go.”
Silas.
She hadn’t spoken to him in two days. She kept a straight mouth at the mention of his name. She decided to push him from her thoughts. The dark-haired, copper-skinned girl had dropped her shoulders again, out of exhaustion. She was tired of throwing the blades. It became repetitive. Scarlett gazed into her sister’s eyes.
“Fine, I'll come with you.” She started. “But if anything weird happens I'm so leaving.” She needed to get out of her own head. One celebration out of the millions of others to come couldn’t be too bad. Right?
Liveria squealed in splendor, and clasped her hands together.
Chapter|Two
“Have you seen Corveticus anywhere?” Liveria asked, with a concerned expression. There was nothing more that Scarlett hated more than her stepsister’s group of friends. But what always came first was Liveria’s flakey boyfriend.
Liveria raked her slender fingers through her hair, as it rested at her white shoulders. One of her arms was crossed and held the forearm of the other, as her left hand held her dangling lavender clutch. She pulled down the top of her blouse a bit, and exposed her chest. Scarlett rolled her eyes. “Who are you trying to impress?”
Liveria pulled out her oracle and ignored her. Scarlett didn’t understand her stepsister. The younger Vampric could be so annoying at times, she thought. She then gazed at her sister’s oracle. It was a thin oval-like device that had been decorated in pink stones and glitter. Scarlett preferred less extravagant cases. She liked the calm mint green color that was hers.
The festivities were loud. The air felt alive. Cultural music blared from all around, different types of laughter filled the space. The rich and enticing smell of food kissed noses. It mesmerized Scarlett. The festival was plagued with Warlocks, Wizards,The Fey, Merfolk, and of course her race, the Vampric. But the list went on. She hadn’t been to any of the festivals in awhile. Since she was a little girl. Scarlett grinned as she saw a family of Elves arguing over a single slice of juniberberry pie.
Her sister whined. “Ugh. I’ve been texting him all night but he won't respond. Do you think he’s busy?” Liveria buzzed, and tapped her foot. Her eyes then widened, as she turned to Scarlett, “You think he’s with someone else?” Her eyes grew larger, and she tapped Scarlett’s arm absently, “We’re so over. For good.” Her voice went up an octave and she rolled her eyes. “I hate Vampiric boyss. They’re all the same.” She muttered. Before Scarlett could open her mouth to interject, a notification had gone off from Liveria’s oracle. “AH! So he’s coming in ten minutes.”
She turned her head to Liv, as her face twisted in slight confusion. “Coriveticus? Why is he even in your thoughts?” She questioned. “He’s literally terrible, Liv.” Corveticus Thraslensparrow was Liveria’s lightswitch boyfriend, as Scarlett liked to think. Sometimes they were off, other times they were back on. Liveria didn’t seem to hear her as she clearly was engaged with her oracle.
Scarlett rolled her eyes and took out her locket. It had been buried inside the pocket of her jacket. Her eyes raked over it as if it were a precious treasure. It was silver, with sinuous designs on the outside of it. Inside, it held a small photograph of a woman. The woman that she sometimes saw in her daydreams, or even nightmares. Not that she’d ever met the woman, or even knew of her, but something inside of Scarlett felt familiarity whenever she peered at it. Whenever she looked into the woman’s forest eyes, she saw a story. A story of the unknown. It’d been her greatest mystery, she thought. Finding out who the woman was, or who she could be.
The two girls stopped at different booths, as they took in the magic of the night. They’d tasted different samples, and Scarlett had even gotten a second ear piercing on her left ear. She admired the stud. However, Liveria still longed to meet up with her friends. The girls had approached a small corner cafe. It was decorated in blue dangly lights that had faded in and out, with tall tables in the center. Liveria gazed in awe, with her eyes wide. She pulled out her oracle and snapped a photo of her hand touching one of the lights. It glowed azure against the snow that was her skin; making it appear as if it were an icicle. She giggled at the concept, but it faded as her eyes took notice of the small bowl in the center of their table. It was full of colorful candies.
Scarlett pinched at her dress. It was hugging her in all the right places and it made her uncomfortable. She didn’t like the attention it had been attracting that night. Especially unwanted attention from Vampires. “I wouldn’t eat that.” She told her stepsister. Part of her hated the fact that Liveria dragged her out to the festival. She resented her parents at times. She and
