The Purple Moon

Serra's POV

I was dressed in a white yet almost purple gown that turns black midway. It has sparkles all over, a tulle for the sleeves and many more details. I was never good at describing nor knew of what is what called. I just know it's full of small jewels, shining and it was gorgeous.

Where I came from, I always see gown like this worn only by rich people. Though they do not compare to the jewels in this dress, there was the likeness.

"You look like a fairy goddess!" Sarah exclaimed when she saw me.

"Oh, my priestess!" Eyaren cried, tears in her eyes. "I wouldn't want to let you go."

A sweet smile appeared on my mouth.

"Oh, you two!" I open my arms wide and they went to hug me. "I am only getting married. Nobody is going to take me away unless someone decides to kill me."

Fear crossed Eyaren's face as she stopped unfolding the wrinkles of my gown. It was for a split second and she smiles.

"No one will harm you, priestess. No one would dare."

My mouth curved into a smile.

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