Eye of the King

Eye of the King

Status: Finished

Genre: Fantasy

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Status: Finished

Genre: Fantasy

Summary

Eleanor has always been strange. But when she suddenly awakens in another world in the body of a man, she isn't sure how to react. Then there's James, the frustratingly confusing stranger who seems to know more about her current self than she does, and who just wont seem to leave her alone. Magicians, Familiars, and Demons. BxB

Summary

Eleanor has always been strange. But when she suddenly awakens in another world in the body of a man, she isn't sure how to react.
Then there's James, the frustratingly confusing stranger who seems to know more about her current self than she does, and who just wont seem to leave her alone.

Magicians, Familiars, and Demons.
BxB

Chapter1 (v.1) - Eye of the King

Author Chapter Note

Eleanor has always been strange. But when she suddenly awakens in another world in the body of a man, she isn't sure how to react. Then there's James, the frustratingly confusing stranger who seems to know more about her current self than she does, and who just wont seem to leave her alone. Magicians, Familiars, and Demons. BxB

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: March 12, 2014

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: March 12, 2014

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I’ve always known I was different.

“Whose that little girl?” They gazed at me with grey faces and cold eyes that seared my flesh- burning.

“That one? She’s Ayashi’s daughter.” They whispered like they didn’t want me to hear them. But I did. I could always hear them.

“Look at her eyes. How frightening. They’re like the eyes of an old woman.”

It’s something beyond blood or memories. It’s not something I was born with, and it’s not something I could change. The problem wasn’t really with how I looked, but with what I knew.

“Your child is brilliant, an anomaly. She can speaks multiple languages fluently, and surpasses elementary and even middle school knowledge in mathematics and science.” My teacher said, smiling, as if she were the cause. My mother twitched in her seat, nervous. She was like that sometimes. She had to older daughters other than me. But she wasn’t used to this. They had been normal. I was anything but.

“So what your saying is, you want her to learn at a high school level? She’s only seven!”

Some were amazed, but others were afraid. That happens when you different- fear, and jealousy.

“That’s her! The weirdo! ”A little boy from my class said, spotting me in my usual hiding place behind a tree on the playground. I was immediately surrounded.

“I hear she’s going to be homeschooled!” A girl said, kicking dirt at me. The dust hit me in the face, and I started coughing as the grains coated my mouth and throat. The other children chortled and joined in. My eyes burned and I covered my face. My skin ached where heavy rocks had hit it alongside the dirt.

“Please stop. Please.” I said, but didn’t cry. I never cried.

“Show off! Cheater!”

I didn’t mind the attacks. They’d become a part of my everyday lifestyle. I expected them. After all, I was the abnormal one, the black sheep. I deserved the pain I received and, even if it was only for a time, at least they talked to me. Though I never really got the chance to talk back.

“Mother.” I said, coming inside covered in dirt and blood. Her face constricted when she saw me.

“Elena.” She fell to her knees, grabbing my arms and pulling me towards her. “What happened! Are you hurt?” She cried, wiping away at my wounds wither shirt. I wasn’t even scratched, but I knew better than to say anything. Her eyes widened when she saw my skin, and she wrapped me in her arms, holding me tight.

“You listen to me, Eleanor. You don’t listen to those kids. If they’re mean to you, hit them. If they hit back, hit harder.” Pulling away, she met my gaze, her cheeks damp with tears but her eyes burning. “Your no different from them, and you make sure they know that.”

I never heeded her advice. I couldn’t bear the thought of hurting the other children, even if they had no qualms with hurting me. When they bullied me, they paid attention to me, when they made fun of me, they talked to me. I almost enjoyed it, because it meant I was no longer isolated.

I couldn’t feel the pain anyway.


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