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.

Kamaria And The Shadows.

Igor had put Zuri to sleep and never returned. I wished I could have gone to sleep with them, but Igor's words were stuck in my head. 


I never knew who my mother was, and I never bothered. It was easy to have a missing mom than an absent father. Having a father somehow elevated your status, while having no father made you a bastard. I was grateful for having my papa in my life, and in some ways, I felt complete. My stepmother might not have been the best mom, but at least she was there. My parents never made me feel the absence of my real mom. It was like she never existed. Well, now I wished that she never lived. Maybe then I would not have had powers. I would not have been born. I would rather die than see the day where my kingdom turned against me. It was happening right in front of me, and I could not do anything. 


Chapter 23.